Commanding Wind and Cloud

"You" Feng Lianchi's eyes cracked, blood leaked and he was waiting for motivation. He has worked hard to train his son over the years. He also told him that as long as he hacked a thousand people, he would pass the position give him.

"Dad, I hacked and killed three of them today! The mercenaries were so scared that they urinated their pants."

"Dad I chopped five and chopped it, and killed a woman."

"Dad, I hacked and killed two two or three-year-old children today. How about one hacked?"

"Dad, as of today, I have hacked and killed 300 people."

Feng Lianchi's mad mind emerged from this year, and less than a month ago, his son's gangster madly reported to himself that he had killed 300 people. Baidu Shenbangba text, fisherman hit by hand.

Now, when I saw my son's face again, his eyes were always in the last moment of surprise before death, and he had lost his glorious eyes. He was still deeply surprised, extremely shocked and surprised.

What shock did you see before you died? Feng Lianchi couldn't care less about this. The golden bucket heart in his body turned high, and the bucket air instantly covered the surface of the body: "Do you dare to kill my son? Today, I slaughter you!"

"You still have a few hundred people alive." Feng Lianfeng, who was eager and quiet looking at his face, said: "Attack me, whether I am dead or not, your hundreds of men are dead!"

"Dead? Just die!"

Feng Lianchi couldn't care less about others. His son, who had been painstakingly trained, was dead, and all hope was gone! Still care about the lives of those few hundred Huis? If the sky is not for his son, how can he unite with Heifeng? Why do you have to rely on the demons?

With a fertile land, the son can get a better education and enter the higher war college of the Mozu to study. The future of the thorn family is infinitely bright.

Now all this, everything, with the appearance of the son's head, has all gone to nothing.

"Today, who is blocking me?" Feng Lianchi Kuangyou pointed out the waist and pointed at the crowd: "I am the enemy of my thorns! Heifeng, when I killed this person, I personally took the death squad to break the defense and give you An explanation! These three must not stay! "

Yi slowly raised his arms, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and signaled the crowd to retreat collectively: "Since they are horse thief killers, let us look at them and be qualified to cooperate with us."

With enthusiasm, he pulled the sword from the bucket world, and the raging spirit tore the black cloth wrapped on it again, and the sharp sword gave out a strong visual impact.

Killer? Everyone at the scene gathered together. This weapon was more an ordinary soldier. It was a weapon used by the large cavalry to attack the opposing cavalry regiment. I did not expect that someone would use this kind of bulky weapon as the main weapon.

Mu Nazhence flipped his wrist and pulled out his own weapon and fan from the fighting world!

It's just that this fan is a little bigger than the previous fan. It has a huge metal fan fracture fan with a height of one person!

Giving a glance at the combat-class fan with enthusiasm, the weight of this thing will not be lighter than the saber, and I really did not see that this person also has a lot of brute force.

Tie Nan stood quietly aside, His Royal Highness Six Princes not only had a very good mind, but also had a natural power! Studying the Royal Real Policy and fighting vigorously, the strength is comparable to the warriors of the barbarians.

Feng Lianchi's crazily cracked corners of his eyes twitched and jumped, and he hated that the pupils continued to increase, fighting the world! These two guys have a fight! Because he did not have the fighting world, he had to let his son guard the headquarters, but was killed by the two men.

A little bit of fighting spirit rushed into the sword through Feng Lian's mad body, and the sharp sword sharply lowered the temperature around him. Only the fighting spirit jumping on the sword was like a galloping flame full of weirdness!

Vindictive attributes!

Feng Lian stabbed his feet madly, and the grass around him suddenly formed ice frosts. The ice-like grasses burned in the next instant! Just in a flash of time, Feng Lianchi rushed to the moment of enthusiasm under the back push of his legs, the grass that turned into ice, turned into a puddle of grass ash!

Only after the real fire burns can it turn into a black grass ash! Now these grasses that were frozen into ice frosts in the last moment have turned into a pool of black grass ash!

Bingyan is fighting! Heifeng stared greedily at Feng Lianci's crazy back, this is the rumored Bingyan fighting spirit! Special attributes vindictive! The fighting spirit is extremely cold, and the opponent's fighting spirit can be frozen at the same time. It also has the ability to burn flames, burning the opponent's fighting spirit, fighting veins, and body!

Rumored Holy Combat Secret Scroll! Black wind swallowed saliva. I heard that Feng Lianchi was crazy about a set of incomplete ice flames. This is a pity! The value of the Vicious Scroll is greatly reduced, or you will have to take it by all means!

Feng Lian's stabbing was cut out, and the blade seemed straight and straight. The effect caused by a stone thrown into the lake seemed simple, but it concealed the mystery of the rotating knife method that had been murdered over the years. Baidu Shenbangba text, fisherman hit by hand.

Golden bucket heart! Nine Battles! Feng Lian's stab was cut out with a stab, and the qi of the sword locked the enthusiasm of the eyebrows less than an inch away. A series of humming swords uttered from the trembling sword body, as if the musical artist in the theater was playing the strings, revealing the murderous spirit of the metal.

The enthusiastic wrist drives the elbow to flip, and the saber that lays across the chest goes up and flicks to the side! Knocking on the slashed sword, the slashing of the blades, the sound of a series of metal collisions screamed, as if hundreds of people were holding the knife at the same time, the rhythm went from the earliest and crisp ears to the last It's harsh, like hundreds of faces breaking the gong at the same time, and it's like the sound of jagged teeth pulling against each other.

Fighting and splattering on Mars, the blade of the sword was cut with hoarfrost visible to the naked eye. Feng Lianqi's knives wanted to press down, but felt a groan on the blade, which could break the blade of the metal sword. There was a collapse!

That was the moment when the two knives collided, and the difference in materials caused the result!

how come? Feng Lian's thorns clenched his teeth, and Bingyan's vindictiveness had just entered the blade of the saber, and he was blocked for the most part. There was not much vindictiveness that could be transmitted to the knife holder! What kind of knife is this?

Continue to push the knife down? Forcibly break through the opponent's fighters? Or modify the attack blade?

Continue to fight, is gambling and luck! Bet your own fighting spirit can break through the lines of the opponent fighting soldiers blocking the fighting spirit, freeze the vigorous fighting spirit, reduce its mobility, and then kill it!

Modify the blade? The attack will be organized again, and the seized opportunities will have to be contended again.

Suddenly, the instinct of the Feng Lian mad soldier made the most correct fighting method. With the wrist turning, the sword was no longer depressed, and an edge was slanted. He wanted to wipe down the aggressive sword and cut it.

Huh! The blade is like a poisonous snake climbing along the trunk, and it cuts to the vigorous arm very quickly, and the hoarfrost cut off the hoarfrost, like the frost in the early winter.

What a tough knife! As soon as the enthusiasm is brightened, if the sky is changed to be in that position, this reaction will also make such a response. The gap between the two combatants is too great. The sword is only a second-level combatant. The strength is there, both sides have the same strength. Will break his weak point in this second-level defective combat!

Feng Lian's savage sword has changed. It is less fierce at first, and more poisonous of the serpent. Climbing on the edge of the sword is extremely fast. If the sharp blade touches a vigorous arm, Even Fengyun Jinshen can't stop this terrible sword!

Energetic suddenly turned his wrists, and the sword learned Feng Lian's stabbing, and also scratched the opponent's sword! It became the centerline of the homeopath!

This blade slashed in the sky, and Feng Lian's mad eyes suddenly lost a flower. It seemed that it was not the saber that was flying down, but the long river hung high among the stars. Countless stars gathered on the sword and flowed, making people unable to produce Resist the thought!

How did you hit the sword to blend the taste of the stars?

Feng Lianchi madly heard Dao Xiao roaring like a long river, and his scalp was tingling for a while. His strength of heart was far higher than that of motivation, but now because of the great gap between the soldiers, he could not overcome his anger!

If you are fighting, you only need a few punches to knock someone down! Let ’s come and play together. Wow haha, now Feng Lian stabs his ears and hears the rushing waves of the long sword, as if Changhe's mood from the sky is beating continuously, knowing that the result of this knife's hard frame with the sword is blocked, and the sword may be used up !!

Lightning flint! Feng Lianchi exploded the strength of the old-fashioned Exterminator in Nine Wars. He grabbed his fingers with his ten fingers and grabbed them to the right. His body seemed to be moved over two feet in length by a volley, avoiding this rushing sword.

At the same time! Energetic eyes narrowed into a slender crevice. Any air flow in the entire battlefield seemed to be fully grasped. The ancient cultivation and deserted sea's life-changing cultivation results really exploded completely this time. His feeling reached At a height never seen before, every grain of sand rolling beside the sea of ​​sand can be clearly felt.

While Feng Lian was violently grasping the ground with his ten fingers, his energy had been observed and felt, and his knees trembled slightly, even Wanying, which was not even a Wanying semi-finished product, had channeled up. The air wave suddenly stopped, and the dazzling knife light seemed to freeze at this moment!

Stars are gone! Moonlight is frozen!

The enthusiasm for pulling and slashing the sword is like the river of stars falling from the sky, suddenly it is frozen! It's frozen! Pentium is like the sound of waves in the river, and the endless chopping power is all still! It is the knife light, and it is like the knife light in the painting, it has condensed!

In this case, the vision will only appear if the degree of skill and skill are combined together!

Close it with a knife, then the ankle shakes and mutates Wanying forward! The dead sword light on Jidu Zhanmao's sword exploded again, from blasting to quiet, and then from extremely quiet to blasting. The sword-knife was like a moody ancient barren sand and sea. The sword light exploded, and the fighting spirit was like a thousand sword covers Lived Feng Lian mad.

Holy level fighting skills to cut ground!

This broach, burst! The momentum of the whole enthusiasm is different than before. The hard training in the days of ancient barren sand and sea is under the pressure of Feng Lianzhi's mad blade, and it really has a breakthrough!

This is not a breakthrough in strength, but a breakthrough in the artistic conception of battle. One cut is no longer just a simple advance. There is an indescribable trend hidden in the blade. There is the violent and cold of the ancient deserted sea. With the mystery of the stars, they all gathered into the momentum of advancing, which made people face the sword. The Changjiang River, which was breaking the **** on its own, was so small.

The sound of the slashing sword and the stabbing sword implied the sound of war drums, and the sky was filled with every gap. The giant sword was no longer a knife, but a paintbrush in the hand of the master of art.

Knife like a star!

The endless world follows Uncle Black and others' learning motivation. The vision has long changed, and the accumulation of years of accumulation suddenly exploded to an unexpected level of motivation.

The strong suppression of Tie Nan did not explode, the Lei family master ’s sneak attack did not explode, but it suddenly exploded in this place. Multiple accumulations may only explode with a small touch, and Feng Lianchi shot wildly. , Finally found this point.

Huh? The raised eyebrows are raised high. The artistic conception of this knife is definitely not the level that can be cut out by the Demon Warrior, but it has been cut out!

Feeling the overwhelming slashing of swords, swords, and Feng Lian's mad expressions really condensed, the body seems to be struggling in the stars and rivers, it is impossible to avoid it!

In a short period of time, with the sword, the drive regained the opportunity and advantage. Feng Lianchi leaped wildly in the center of the sword and evaded? Fortunately also hurt! This knife, this hateful sword! If there is no such knife, "Open!"

Feng Lian's stabbing eyes made a definite stroke, get rid of this knife first!

With a burst of drink, countless blue and blue fighting spirits were ejected from his sword!

The air kept cooling in a flash, and the surrounding area of ​​the blade dropped directly below zero. More than sub-zero! The moisture in the air was solidified in an instant, and then the solidified moisture burst into a strange burning bucket sequence! Feng Lianchi snarled and roared, and the breath from his mouth gave the air to the freezing moment, and he froze the swift and energetic Great River's sword.

Simultaneously! Feng Lian's savage battle knife turned into a white knife line and chopped on the Jidu knife, crashing into a buzzing sound, and the second-tier fighter broke into a few hundred pieces of metal fragments and flew. , But to produce a forceful impact on the sword in the hands of the drive!

Thirty degrees below zero! Feng Lianchi blasted the sequence of exclusive fighting skills, minus thirty degrees! Distressed sore muscles throughout the body!

Bing Yan's exclusive fighting skills, zero degrees! Minus ten degrees! Thirty degrees below zero! Minus Baidu!

Great advancement, really zero degrees! The ultimate advancement, absolutely zero degrees! Shenbangba my favorite, hehe.

In these years, Feng Lianchi finally condensed the third bucket order, minus 30 degrees, and blasted the strongest fighting skills. The cold fighting spirit is no longer just impacting along the saber, but also the air near the saber. Fighting spirit has also become its transmission bridge!

In an instant, the motivated arms were frozen directly! The overwhelming blast sequence impact force, although it cannot be transmitted through the fighters to form the strongest impact in the energies, but the brutal simplistic blast-style blast impact is also enough for the enthusiastic fighters to release their hands. feel.

Da Su of the Great River, stop!

The shock of Feng Lian's savage battle knife spurred the motivated arm. His man had broken most of the knife seam height, his fists jumped to the bottom of the second order of the ice flame, and his hammer was vigorous. Head!

Paralysis occurs quickly and disappears very quickly, but the temperature of minus 30 degrees has no effect on motivation at all, and the stagnation of the knife is moving again!

how is this possible? Feng Lianchi felt a stab of air around him, his pupils contracted. Although his ice flames could not enter the vigorous body, he froze the air. The temperature of minus 30 degrees was enough to freeze the energy. Just move!

The sword is broken! The order of battle is also bursting! Feng Lianchi had no way to retreat, and his shoulders suddenly sank. There is no momentum going back to the enthusiastic chest! Ten degrees below zero, also broke me!

grab! Grab time and space! Get the upper hand!

Suddenly, Feng Lian's madness was a little faster. The cutting sword pulled and chopped down, and the frozen blade cut into Feng Lian's shoulder. The ground that was attached to the blade slashed into the body. The force that can split can be directly cut into it, and the blood must be turned into **** in the air.

Feng Lianchi madly twisted to the side! The saber-knife fell down, the left shoulder and arms were chopped off, the blood leaked out from the wound, the right fist pressed against the enthusiastic chest, and the blasting minus ten degrees of the fighting sequence spewed out from the fist.

The energy and quiet expression are like mysterious stars, which makes it impossible to guess. The body feels the martial arts. The sacred king made the holy king to kill the god. The throne of the throne. The proudest Nine Emperor ’s strongest abandoned the Shaozhou Zhou royal family martial arts Qiankun will kill the gods of the Seal of the Night and seek the demon. The royal family of Da Zhou rolled around with each grain of sand, and their legs and knees vibrated high, their bodies forcibly shifted to avoid.

A group of naked eyes can see the icy frozen air flowing from Feng Lian's mad fist at the same time! 200,300,400,500,700,000 turns!

The slasher broke the wound and reduced the explosive power of the fighting spirit. The second fighting sequence of the crushing was mixed with the special fighting spirit of Bingyan, which once again revealed the power of the more vigorous limit.

Fengyun Golden Body! boom! It was like a muffler banging on a sack full of weeds, and it exploded in the middle of the battlefield. Jidu chopped a saber and flew high in the air, turning continuously and falling under the feet of Mu Nazhenze.

The enthusiastic body moved three feet across, and the feet changed continuously. The ground we stepped out of was frozen the weeds and then burned instantly. The clothes on the right shoulder had already turned black and gray.

Did not escape! Slow for a moment! The top-level power of the Golden Doo Heart is too much. Even if you punch in the air and give up the power of fist as a medium, you can still kill the demon warrior with a punch!

At the right shoulder of the bronze-colored skin, the meat came out of the flames, and the white ice adhered to the enthusiastic shoulders, like countless small bugs getting into the body.

The different brow corners jumped without being killed? Is this kid so strong? Although the punch was released from the air, it lost its backing and its power was greatly diminished. Copy pirated sites carefully.

However, after all, it is a golden fighter with a top-level fighter, and it clearly broke a powerful fighting skill. Even if this punch smashed half of the shoulders, there is nothing to blame, it just turned his shoulders. It was like a burn. How strong was this person's body?

not dead? how come! Feng Lianchi madly covered his broken arm with one hand, and his body was about to faint even with shaking and pain, but he saw that his motivated face was moving in pain, and it was supposed to be smashed with a punch to the bones and flesh. shoulder.

Damn knife wound! As soon as Feng Lian's painful eyes brightened, he was hit first and his body was severely damaged and he could not use his full strength, otherwise he could break the body even with a punch.

"Since it's not dead!" Feng Lian's mad legs and knees bent sharply, ignoring the blood on his arm, like a fierce beast flew with energy, and his free palm was patted at his wound. The wound stopped bleeding, his wrists flipped in the air, and the volley enveloped his energetic head.

Without fighting, Feng Lianqi was confident in his fists and feet, even if his physical strength was weakened quickly, it would be enough to kill the energy! The open palm left four traces of air condensing into ice in the sky, and the sound of cracks in the ice everywhere, and a large hand shrouded in energy.

pain! The energy of the fighting body is cold ~ www.readwn.com ~ At the same time, it is like being in a burning sea of ​​fire, but the flame is not hot, but it is cold, burning the fighting gas, burning the fighting vein, and even attacking Fighting tricks.

600,000 to 550,000, 500,000 to…, between the electric light and the flint, Feng Lian stabs his body badly, the veins of one arm completely disappear and become incomplete, and his vitality drops sharply. Photographed like a titan holding up a stone pillar? The tube hit it with all its strength.

flash? It's too late! The minus ten-degree fighting technique bursting inside the enthusiasm body, scrambled around under the leadership of Bingyan's fighting spirit, as if a group of thugs had killed and burned everywhere in a peaceful town.

In a hurry, all the energy can do is to sink the waist and bend the knees. The whole person is like sitting on a stone bench, and the frame is like a big clock. Lifting his arms from below is not like pulling a knife, or even raising a punch. Lifting the hammer is about to forge and hit iron, and rushes up to the palm of your hand, choosing the simplest hard-to-hard.

Rising peak eighteen hammer third hammer! The enthusiasm at this moment is as strong as a giant elephant looking up. A fist that is not huge is surrounded by vigour, and three fighting hearts are turned at the same time to produce an extreme 300,000 revolutions, as if dancing with a sledgehammer. Whine wind.

This time fighting against each other, it is impossible to judge whether it is more fierce than Mongolia or stronger than Titan.