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The **** martial arts fairy tales, rumored by Xuanji Hou Zhu Hongwu, is a compulsory course for the monks of the Great Zhou Dynasty, collecting the mana of several low-ranking monks in one place, pouring into the leading generals, thus enabling the leading generals to gain quality. Leap.

The method is similar to the method of raising the Taoist soldiers in the Zongmen. Using a specific array method, the many disciples who are practicing the same Taoism are connected together. As long as the number of disciples who are low-educated is enough, they can cooperate with the formation. It can withstand many of the enemies that are higher than theirs but with a smaller number.

After the improvement of Xuanji Hou, the **** martial arts fairy tales are more arrogant and mysterious, and they can even combine the monks who practice different Taoist methods to form a battle.

This **** martial arts fairy tales is the ace of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At least one hundred people will be formed. At most, the whole martial arts tens of thousands of comprehensions can be integrated into one.

In the past, the battle against the Buddha was the tens of thousands of monks of the entire martial arts army. The most powerful martial arts martial arts martial arts in the history of the martial arts, fighting for a few days and nights, hard-boiled the big Leiyin Temple's sacred mountain array, the big day is like a battle.

If this is not the case, the coalition monks who died before the big day, at least doubled.

Under the evil hands, it is impossible to have tens of thousands of monks to form a force to provide him with mana, but 3,000 people, this power is enough to raise the power of evil to an unimaginable level.

Three thousand monks, even if they are all in the training period, are themselves a powerful force, but now they are all the people's mana, and there are dozens of base-based monks to coordinate the command.

Therefore, Lin Feng saw the evil posture of the gods and martial arts, and did not hesitate to hesitate.

Nonsense, 3,000 people, each lined up to give themselves a punch, medical treatment is still flat, not to mention that now 3,000 people are concentrated in an attack, more evil this Jindan period monk led, idiot Play with him.

"You are a madman, you can't help your brother, you can take your brothers." Lin Feng is annoyed with an anomaly: "The group is a group, you suddenly bring three thousand people, one brother, do you dare to be more shameless?" ”

What makes Lin Feng worry is that the **** Wushu Xianzhen actually locked the nearby space, and he could not use the function of the black cloud flag to move away from time and space.

Seeing that Lin Feng has turned into a black light, the evil is not in a hurry. The Jianfeng slowly points to the lonely mountain in the sand where the gale will be entrenched. Hehe smiled: "One can't run, you must die."

With the direction of his sword, the endless murderous suffocation is gathering, and the dense fog and suffocating air over the lonely mountain has been scattered, revealing a gloomy and dark sky, overcast and overwhelming.

The movements created by the gods of the martial arts were naturally disturbed by the gale of the monks on the lonely mountain. In the face of the Zhou Jun under the soldiers, everyone was heavy.

Lin Feng drove the black cloud flag and flew back to the lonely mountain, hiding in silence.

"Why are you back?" Knife was asked inexplicably.

Before the war with the evil, Lin Feng used the black cloud flag to isolate the Zhi Zhiqiang and Wang Lin's perception of the outside world, so they did not know what happened.

Listening to Zhi Zhiqiang, Lin Feng naturally could not tell him that if Laozi ran fast, he would be locked by the martial arts of the gods, and then he would not be able to run when he wanted to run.

On the contrary, the more this time, the more Lin Feng seems to be calm: "Why didn't you pass the information here back to evil? The reason for returning to this seat is the same as you."

Knife Zhiqiang nodded, and then worriedly said: "The entire former army left three thousand people have arrived, put down the gods of the martial arts, is controlled by the evil generals, is to face the Yuan Ying period monks can fight."

Lin Feng’s heart is deeply sympathetic, but on the surface it’s just a smile, it’s unpredictable.

"His sister's, even if twenty-four relics are all fed to the **** of war, I am afraid it will not work. The other party is not a simple sea tactic. It is a real quantitative change that causes qualitative change."

While thinking about Lin Feng, he entered the mountainside and escaped from the gale of the gale. He went straight through the village to the place where Kangnanhua was underground.

I remember that Conan Hua said that he had laid a scene of a constant river sand here. Although he did not know the specific power, the tone of Kang Nanhua must be a large high-order law.

Lin Feng entered the pothole, but saw several people standing inside, heard the movement, and turned back.

When the first person, the face is beautiful, a red dress, red hair like a fire, two eyebrows like two swords to kill, holding a pair of apricot eyes watching Lin Feng, it is Yue Hongyan.

Lin Feng's eyes flashed, and Yue Hongyan was surrounded by a black man with a long scar on his face. He was also an old acquaintance. It was the gale that robbed Zhu Yi in Tianjing City that day would build a base monk.

Seeing Lin Feng, the black man was suddenly frowning and his face was beating: "What the **** is outside?"

Yue Hongyan whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, first take him and say it again!" said, the long light of the six-year-old Zhang Guang has been in his hands.

Kang Nanhua said at this time: "Red inflammation, black, all stop."

Yue Hongyan did not look back. The line of sight was still staring at Lin Feng. The mouth yelled: "Mr. Kang!"

Kang Nanhua said: "The road leader is not comfortable, and my injury is also cured thanks to him."

The presence of Yue Hongyan and other monstrous monks, all of them heard the words, and looked at the surprise between Lin Feng and Kang Nanhua.

The black man couldn’t help but say, "But the gods of the outer army?"

"There may be a wooden sword falling into the hands of Zhou Jun." Kang Nanhua sighed low and then looked at Lin Feng: "If he wants to be against you, why should he help me? Not to mention, his strength is higher than me." Low, you are not his opponent."

"The outside situation, you are already clear?" Lin Feng coughed, if he did not move the God of War, he could not confidently defeat Conan Hua.

Kang Nanhua nodded and looked serious: "The Jindan period monk led the team, with a full three thousand people, and has already placed the **** martial arts."

He turned to look at Yue Hongyan and others: "The **** martial arts squad blocked the nearby precinct space, and it was out of the way. It was only a battle. After the enemy was defeated, it was planned to evacuate the place."

Yue Hongyan and other gale monks were nodded with a dignified face. Yue Hongyan turned back and told the last few gale leaders that these people had nodded and obeyed the tunnel.

They are going to arrange for the mortal relatives in the village to take refuge and direct the combative congregation to prepare for the final resistance.

Yue Hongyan looked at Lin Feng, and a pair of red-browed eyebrows picked him up: "Where is the Lord going and returning, can you not help the outside of the martial arts, to shelter from Mr. Kang's Ganges River?"

Lin Feng’s heart is beautiful, you are right, but the face will not be recognized.

He didn't talk, just smiled and turned his face. He didn't bother to answer the question of Yue Hongyan.

Yue Hongyan frowned slightly, and the remaining gale monks also showed dissatisfaction.

The black man stopped in front of them and whispered: "All the self-contained Mr. Kang disposed." Yue Hongyan turned to look at Conan Hua, nodded and did not speak.

At this moment, the evil voice came from outside the mountain, calm and cold: "It’s like a nest of ants hiding in the nest, it makes people feel uncomfortable, and they all die."

A **** and violent mana wave fluctuates, it is the power of the ancient killing of the gods to kill the Taoist law, but the momentum is stronger than the previous Lin Feng singled out.

Beyond the Lonely Mountain, the Three Thousand Gods Armed Forces formed a battlefield, and stood on the sand in front of the Lonely Mountain. The almost endless mana was poured into the evil body in front of the battlefield, killing the sky.

This **** martial arts fairy tales, it seems like a savage sword, is slowly squirting, to kill the sorrow, blood stained the world.

And evil is the sharpest sword tip of this fierce sword.

His long sword pointed to the sky, and the cloudy sky suddenly changed. The dark clouds swirled and slowly formed a huge vortex, the center of the vortex, the fierce light, a huge black tip of the ink, slowly from The black cloud vortex center extends outward.

The tip of the sword is almost as small as a half of a lonely mountain peak. It contains the tyrannical power of great horror and big killing. It is just a **** atmosphere of horror. When ordinary people come into contact, they must immediately die.

The tip of the sword points to the lonely mountain and is ready to go!

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