Legend of Fu Yao

In the middle of the stands on the side of the martial arts field, sitting in the door of the main Lin Xuanyuan, it seems that it has been compared to one, it seems that it has not been better, the face is slightly gray and quiet, and the field is trying to be a black man and Xuan Yuan. The master of the sword.

The black man’s sword is extremely fast, the star-shaped 10,000-point dragon dances, the sword condenses the sea wave and the weather is tens of thousands. Because of the great changes, it has been a long time, and even a slight sense of dizziness.

Meng Fu shakes to hear a brother who is whispering. "That is a sword without a trace, one of the top ten swordsmen of Taiyuan. It is also the most eccentric one of the most mysterious people in the history. How do you know that the Baishan faction has to move him?"

"I said how the annual Taiyuan Ten Great Swordsman Swordsmanship was suddenly held in advance. It turned out that the white old dog found this helper and deliberately stepped on our Xuanyuan."

"He is a person, picking us all, a big sigh."

"What about that? People have this ability, haven't seen the masters who are barely fighting with him now?"

"Oh... we are afraid that we really have to be stepped on today..."

Meng Fu shakes indifferently and continues to move forward. He has not yet taken a few steps and suddenly heard a scream of "ah".

In front of the **** hurricane, a black shadow suddenly fell out and came to her. Meng Fu hurriedly jumped away. The man’s big body flew across the sky with a bright blood drop. In front of her.

The splash of blood fell on the side of the weapon rack, half a slap, a drop of thick drops of white stone ground, red and white, shocking.

The court was silent, and all the disciples of the Xuanyuan Jianpai, who were present, stared at the man who was struggling with his right wrist, which was one of the best of them.

For a long while, someone remembered to grab him and lift him up, and then gave a scream.

The master's right hand is bloody, and the hand muscles have been broken.

Good sinister sword!

The Xuanyuan Jianpai was silent, and the laughter of other people in the field sounded more harsh.

Only the black man was indifferent, standing on the field, coldly wiping the blood-stained blade.

The cloth that wiped his sword seemed a bit familiar. It was actually a half-length sleeve of the right hand of the master. The disciples of Xuan Yuanjian’s disciples all showed the color of anger. Only Meng Fu Shake, and the brow jumped.

So fast sword! It was only that time that not only the other's wrists were abolished, but also a sleeve was cut.

What's more, his opponent is still a superb master who is extremely quick!

The mad laugh of Baishan’s head is still going on, but the Xuanyuanjian faction’s voice is low and low. It seems that today, Xuanyuan Jianpai wants to lose face in the Taiyuan Dynasty.

Nowadays, the tyrannical forces of various countries are fighting each other and establishing their own status by the number of wins. Now Xuanyuanjian is one of the three major swords of Taiyuan, in such an important occasion, the wheel battle The battle is invincible, and the status is sure to plummet.

At this time, there was silence in the field, and the eyes were concentrated on the injured person in front of Meng Fu. Meng Fu shaken and did not move well. She tried to move her feet. The black boy in the field immediately turned his eyes and turned cold. He Still looking sad, like wearing a mask, his eyes are cold and clear, such as steel nails sharp, a nail will be nailed into Meng Fu shaking the eye.

The eyes are dark and dark, like a thousand sacred abyss, far from the bottom, and the most deep, a little strange fire, not swaying.

At that point, in the vision of Meng Fu’s doubts, the Sparks continued to drift, spin, and rise, and then blew up in Meng Fu’s eyes.

As if I heard a loud noise in my mind, I blew out the starry flowers.

Meng Fu shook his head and suddenly fainted. He slammed back and slammed into the pillar behind him. The cold touch on her back made her wake up. She looked up at the man.

That is a confusing stunt, "secret"!

What is the origin of this person?

His eyes are full of hate, not at all to discuss martial arts!

Meng Fu shook and turned to open, but behind him suddenly sounded the sound of the sound of the white mountain.

"You Xuanyuan faction, isn't there a swallowing sound!"

Lin Xuanyuan stunned and replied, "The dust has returned to Beijing last night."

"I am afraid that it is the wind that we are coming, will we run away?" Several heads laughed in unison.

"There is this," said the squadron, who smiled and pointed at Meng Fu, who was about to slip away. "What about this? I remember that she did not play, how do I want to learn the sound of Yan, the soles of the feet." Run the road?"

Lin Xuanyuan changed his face and silently said nothing. A disciple on his side immediately reached out and pushed Meng Fu to shake it.

"What do you do here? Don't be in front of people without the ability, no harm to the master!"

"Not going back to your own room!"

Meng Fu shook his long eyebrows, and his eyes raged, half a sigh, took a breath, held his finger and walked away silently.

Do not care about the snobbers, but do not lower their style.

For many years, I have eaten a lot of bitterness, those vain dryness, and that the red-haired witch of that era has not yet smoothed, but she has understood convergence.

However, just stepping, I heard that some people were very sweet, such as jade beads falling on the silver plate.

"This, in the Tuen Mun, is also a burning fire hoe, don't take her and my Yan brothers in the same breath, otherwise Yanjing Yijia and Heyuan Yanjia, will also be regarded as insults."

Yanjing's family, Heyuan Yanjia, means Taiyuan royal family and officialdom. The meaning of this sentence, several heads can hear the weight, and now it is silent.

Meng Fu shook back and looked at the red woman in the back. She was a year older than the one who was swaying. The posture was completely grown. The curve was not like her exquisitely beautiful, but the fullness was straight and thin, delicate and delicate. Will fold, but also like to wear a red tight dress, more and more enchanting, but a face is dignified, the corner of the eye is slightly picking, flying like a phoenix.

Hey.

Seeing Meng Fu shake it over, he handed a scornful look with coldness, and then turned his eyes casually.

"If you are interested in the head, you may wish to go to the Scorpio in the future. At the Zhenwu Conference, Yan Brothers will naturally let you see the elegance of the first disciple under my Xuanyuan."

She glanced at Meng Fu and smiled at the head.

"As for this, even standing on our side, I feel that she is dirty in our land. Where do you let everyone head to mention it?"

Suddenly laughter, even Lin Xuanyuan did not need to smile and nod, I feel that this female disciple is knowledgeable and interesting, and can speak very much, both evading the martyrdom and not losing the face of the sword.

In the laughter, Meng Fu shakes upright.

In front of the eyes, the curtains flutter, the curtains are swirling, the hand that stretches out in the wind and rain, the chasing of laughter in the spring flowers in the spring, the eye waves that smile in the moon, the unfolding in the snow, the feet of her frozen .

It is a heavy head in the mud, concealing martial arts. The countdown is expelled from the martial arts field. It is the winter clothes that wash the whole door and go to the frozen river. It is the cold **** that comes back from the kitchen at midnight.

Those who have had a smile and a painful time...

Laughter is still going on. No one knows that the woman who stood in her back, deeply immersed in the anger of the heart, was finally ignited because of this unscrupulous laugh, and it was rolled into the fire of the original.

Meng Fu Sha took another breath and suddenly sneered.

enough.

The world is so cool.

Directly teach people to pull out their swords and do a great job.

She was originally back to the field, suddenly turned around, picked up the long sword that the master had just dropped, and strode to the opposite side of the black man.

The field suddenly fell silent.

The wind rushed from the rolling Xuanyuan Mountain Range, breaking free from the shackles of the mountain woods, screaming and screaming on the huge stilts of the White Rock site, and the fierce mountain wind with the sandstone slammed the twelve giant copper pillars of the battlefield. The people's field of vision is swaying and swaying. From that view, the four-legged behemoth of the flaming anger on the copper pillar seems to be rushing down and killing the world.

The Meng Fu Sha, standing under the copper pillar, is thin, firm, and straight.

It seems that the thinness can be immediately blown away by the wind, but it feels calm and stunned, and it is integrated with the giant pillars that cannot be shaken for thousands of years.

Many unclear eyes burned and shot, Meng Fu shake but no one looked, licking his lips, pulling open his own sleeve and tied his eyes.

In the palm of the hand, the long sword Guanghua, such as a ray of autumn, carrying the bright daylight in the afternoon, in the eyes of hundreds of people horrified to unbelievable, toward the black man, slowly provoked.