Legend of Fu Yao

The night was deep, all the blood was immersed in the darkness, and all the cockroaches were covered in heavy rain.

The moment when the face was painted with a cross, on the eaves in the distance, one person danced in a shirt, and it was not wet by the rain.

Behind him, a black man hangs his head in three steps.

"Wait for you to go there and do some tricks." Yuan Zhaoyu told the black man, "The family is in Yanjing, and the Xiangfu Yunjia is a feud, it is also a political enemy... Do you know what to do?"

The black man bowed his head silently, and his body shape had disappeared in place.

Yuan Zhaoxiao smiled and looked down again. His voice condensed in the torrential rain, and his tone was long. "Draw a fork to make it crisp, this woman..."

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Hiding in a hidden corner, hurriedly packed up the blood on his body, Meng Fu patted the shoulder of the ingot, laughing, "thank you!"

The insults of the Yuanbao adults were abandoning, and the black eyes were full of contempt, and there was a big meaning that "your claws are dirty and do not taint my white hair."

"The meat ball of the stinky fare!" Meng Fu shook his voice and strode out.

She did not know that after she left, a lightning bolt, such as the **** of war, opened the black scorpion, and it was straight through the land of the five continents.

In the electric light, the room lying in a coma was suddenly bright, and there was a brighter cold electricity in the white color of Sen. Then, the red was splashed.

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This is a rainstorm night that is destined to be unsettled.

Lin Xuanyuan just screamed in a hurry, and when he came to see the embarrassing situation, his face was ugly and indescribable.

Unconscious and awkward, the scar on his face is only between the moments, the bones have been rotten, the blood and the white bones are intertwined into a stern face, and the past glory of the world is destined to never see again.

Lin Xuanyuan is in the local area. I don’t know how to be good. Other disciples don’t know the origins. He naturally understands that he’s awkward. He’s also tempted him. Now that he’s out of this, how can he go to the back? The power of the account?

He has already interrogated her servants and prostitutes, but these people have insisted that they only saw a black shadow and pulled out the door of the main child. The rest did not know anything.

This sudden heavy rain has covered too many traces.

The wrinkles on Lin Xuanyuan’s face were much deeper at night. He leaned back to the sky and sighed in his heart.

"Do you want to die, my **** is dead?"

Looking through the dark houses of the guesthouse, Lin Xuanyuan suddenly passed a thought in his heart. "When the Promise of the Promise is coming, it will happen, will it..."

In a blink of an eye, he denied his suspicion. Tai Fu’s adults rarely went out, and the Xuan Yuan Jian faction also made good exchanges. There was no motive for killing. Moreover, the doctor who had seen the injury had already recognized it, and the right hand was cut off. Halfway, the scar is skewed, and the bottom-up rebellion starts. It is the scar caused by the start-up style of the "Frightening Sword" of the enemy's venerable enemy. It seems that the Yunjia sent people up the mountain. Dark scars.

It’s just that I’m in Xuanyuan’s school, I’m hiding my identity... Lin Xuanyuan frowned, thinking that Yun’s family really started to poison, and this matter should be clearly stated with the family.

"I don't want to sleep tonight, everyone will go out and find someone. I have already started a large array of agencies. The rain is so big, the murderer can't get to the bottom of the mountain. You must have blocked me in the mountains!"

The disciples were dying, Lin Xuanyuan looked at the rain that was not resting in front of him, and he said, "Remember, this matter is related to my sacred Yuanjian swordsmanship. People must be caught, seeing people, seeing death. corpse!"

"Yes!"

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A black figure, such as the arrow from the string, penetrates the rain curtain, because the speed is too fast, so that the passing place is like leaving a faint afterimage.

The figure went straight to the back of the mountain, and the Xuanyuanjian was built on the mountain. After the villa, it was the weakest part of the defense.

After the calmness of the mountain, as usual, the figure stopped, and quickly climbed from a mountain. She once visited the whole mountain and knew that there is a valley behind the mountain. Through a cave in the valley, we can go from the other side. Take off the scope of Xuanyuan Mountain.

Her footsteps are extremely fast, and she squats under the fingers of the scabbard at the waist, slightly revealing a light blue sword.

Bi-color Jianguang, breaking the unique color of the fourth layer of the Jiu-Ji Gong method, breaking all the yin and soft internal forces.

Yuan Zhaoyu's internal help, not only helped Meng Fu shake to restore the original level of practice, but even helped her break through the third layer of stagnation and entered the fourth level.

This has doubled her shot speed, in order to be able to put a pair of beautiful forks on her face when she is alert.

It is a pity that the mad tiger wants to fight with her. Meng Fu Sha does not want to go with her, so she has to go with her hands, even if she knows that she may leave behind her troubles.

In front, the pale black peaks are in sight, and the weeds in the mountains are washed by the rain, and there seems to be no trace of people passing by.

Meng Fu shakes a light breath and reveals a smile.

She stepped forward.

"Hey."

There was a strange feeling at the foot, like the feeling of kicking a small stone.

Meng Fu Sha will never think that this is really a stone, and immediately withdraw from the storm!

The low-lying blades of grass suddenly rose like snakes. When you look closely, they are covered with a giant net after the clumps, pulling up the grass and mud, and the sounds of the sounds are all over the sky. After the chaotic grass branches, the pale blue light burst out from the net, and it was overwhelming to Meng Fu!

"Well, here is actually about the card!" Meng Fu shakes the dark forest, the old fox moves fast, and even more surprised why he did not realize that this is not a gap.

The giant network flew, the coverage was full of ten feet, and the internal force borrowed by Meng Fuyao began to dissipate. With her current physical strength, Da Luo Jinxian could not escape in an instant, seeing the black giant net slammed down, and the Internet fell. Hooking light and flashing blue, Meng Fu shakes his eyes in despair.