Legend of Fu Yao

The sound of the arrow cutting the air has never been so desperate, and the arrow, the light, the wind, the wind, the fast, the direct eye can not capture the direct, Meng Fu Sha!

"boom!"

At the same time, the first heavy door suddenly burst into a loud noise, and the shouts rushed like the tide. The first generals were black and yellow, and the two long eyebrows were connected together. It was Fang Minghe.

Looking for the color, shouting, "Minghe, you are here!"

Fang Minghe laughed loudly and brought the sound of internal force far and wide. "Congratulations to His Royal Highness!"

After hearing this, I’m looking for it, but I haven’t had time to talk. Fang Minghe has already laughed. “Let’s come all the way and kill a good one!”

This last three-fold palace gate is far from the distance, but even after such a long distance, you can still smell the blood and breath of the soldiers' armor, and the smothering of the trampling head!

I can imagine that just now, Fang Minghe’s army thought that Qi Wang had succeeded. When he broke through the city gate and rushed into the capital, how many bodies were there, how many people landed, how many fires ignited, how many lives mourned!

Fang Minghe was full of enthusiasm, and he became a beautiful future from Long Zhongchen. He did not notice the discoloration of Qi Wang. Yuan Zhaoxuan on his side smiled and smiled.

However, Yuan Zhaoxuan’s gaze did not look at the army that was pouring in front of him. He looked at Meng Fu Sha, who was shot by him.

Arrow to! In the air, he whizzed, but suddenly turned a direction in the midair that was about to approach Meng Fu. The arrow slammed and fell, and the arrow hit the horse that Meng Fu shakes.

The horses were suffering, and the arrogance of the people stood up, and then they went crazy and rushed all the way.

Meng Fu Sha was swayed and undulating, clutching his teeth and grabbing the reins to prevent himself from being turned down. The violent rushing of her body seemed to be falling apart. Meng Fu shook his lips and struggled to wrap his reins around his wrist.勉力 immediately looked back and looked back to Yuan Zhaoyi.

She looked back, the scattered black hair pulled out an ink-colored brocade, covering half of the face, the eyes between the silky hair, complicated and meaningless.

The gaze is like a bridge. In an instant, it passes through the chaos of people, such as crossing the sky, walking over the river and going straight to the other side.

In front of her is a rushing armored tide, behind him is the chasing Qi Wang Guardian, during which is still smiling Yuan Zhaoxuan, his sleeves fluttering in the local, rising his eyes to meet the complex meaning of Meng Fu Sha, lips moved move.

A trace of sound was introduced into the ear, and the Taishan, which belongs to the man, collapsed in the former and the color was unchanged.

"Be careful."

Meng Fu’s heart crashed into a collision, and even if he felt that his body was a bump, he just bounced again after the arrow landed. He hit the horse back with extreme precision, and the horse screamed, and the hooves carried Meng Fu’s shake. Lightning out.

Meng Fu shakes like a wave in the waves, and the ups and downs are involuntarily. The horse is walking straight to the second door. She looks at the front of the palace door because of Fang Minghe’s palace, and looks at the tightly guarded thousands of guards. Holding the sword in front of the palace gate, a faint mood rose from the bottom of my heart - hey, how could this be done?

She tried to look back to Yuan Zhaoyu, and she did not realize that there was a rare embarrassment in her eyes.

Yuan Zhaoyu raised his eyes and fixedly looked at her. The factors that came from the strong and courageous Meng Fu Shao showed such a look in the crisis and the heart trembled. He smiled a little, but his eyes were a little more缱绻 soft.

She is afraid, not dead...

The horse rushed forward, the rear, Qi Wang waved, the guards would have to chase, Yuan Zhao faintly said, "Wang Ye, Prince looks like you are not going from the palace gate, you have to step up the search for the palace, the people here, do not block It is here."

Looking for the face of the green, hesitant, Yuan Zhaoyi said again, "You personally bring people to search for the Prince is more appropriate, as for here ... can be divided for you."

Looking for him to look at him, I only think that this person is not so reliable. However, at this time, Fang Minghe wants to bring troops, Yanjia’s family wants to keep the door, and no one else is available. Thinking about his own strength, most of them are here now. One person in the district couldn't turn any water. Now he should, and personally take people to the palace, and quickly send a signal to let Fang Minghe send a team to block all roads to the Guards Camp.

"So, please, Mr., these two suspicious men and women, please be sure to kneel down."

Yuan Zhaoyi smiled and answered, "Relax!"

When Qiuyi left, Yuan Zhaoyu suddenly looked up and smiled at the tower. Then he waved his hand and took the guard to "chasing" Meng Fu.

Immediately in front of the cloud, the entire body of the cloud was shrunk behind the horse, unable to fly the arrow in front of the fly, to protect Meng Fu Sha, but he looked at the half-opening door gradually approaching the army and the tightly guarded two door guards I can't help but utter a sigh of despair in my heart.

... It turns out that the Prince did not go from the palace gate. Then, it hurts her. In any case, she will fight this life and she must keep her.

Oppositely, the generals watched the men and women who rushed, so the thin pair of people seemed to be only a small point in the long and vast sky street, and behind them, thousands of horses seemed to be just a light one. If you wave, you can crush them and die. The generals and the sly smiles, but they still refuse to neglect and indulge, and wave their hands!

"Hey!"

The arrow is like a torrential rain, bursting from the far second door of the palace gate, turning into a black cloud of black pressure, whistling in the air, crying in the air, crossing the sky in an instant, wearing a layer of clouds, direct to the lonely men and women between the roads.

The horse was terrible, and it was shot into a honeycomb in an instant.

A clear voice, the cloud marks leaped, and the posture jumped out of the air like a semi-arc in the air. The sword danced like a streamer, and it became a round wall of light. It firmly held Meng Fu in it, and he became a sword. Danced into a swarm of wind, the wind does not sweep or roll, only around the side of the person, everywhere, everywhere.

The Yan Lie of the three-door gatekeeper and the general of the second gatekeeper, all of them are famous masters of martial arts, and their eyesight is also very good. At first glance, this young boy is desperately desperate, and he is actually the sword of the highest sword in the martial arts sword. The sword became qi, and if it was gold and iron, the two couldn’t help but reveal the color of surprise. Then, a cold smile appeared.

Everyone knows that the long-term use of the spirit of the sword, is completely a life-threatening style, but the skill is greatly retreat, but the death is ruined.

Yan Lie’s eyes showed a trace of embarrassment - so desperate, find death! He smiled coldly and turned his head casually.

At the moment, Yunxun has no longer thought about anything. He has only one thought left to protect her! She is dragging him down, can't let her be between the palace gates, was shot by the army!

The grief is fierce, the moon is slanting, and the black arrows that have taken the looting from the air are once again taken over and taken away. They are shot in all directions, and the clouds are blown away. The sky is blown out of the gaps of countless pains, and in those gaps, numerous stars are emitted.

Under the stars, the color of the juvenile is like snow, the white teeth bite the lips, and the lips are as bright as a drop of blood.

He swung his sword, sword, and sword... He had no sense of his own. The arm had been sore and lost consciousness. Everything was left with instinct and mechanics.

All his heart was on Meng Fu’s body, and he could no longer distract himself. A cold arrow twisted and twisted, and he was forced to slant and slant, rubbing his suffocation, slamming into his shoulder and inserting it. In the suture, a gentle movement is the pain of the heart.

Meng Fu Sha has been suppressed by his breath. At this time, Huo Ran looked up. This look up, her face is a bit whiter than the cloud mark, and she has always had a clear, strong look and a shimmering look.

The moonlight that was crystallized and broken by the clouds illuminates, and it seems as if the glory of the day is blooming.

When Yunzhi bowed his head, he saw the light of tears in the eyes of the woman who had been strong and fearless. The heart trembled and hurts, as if it was there, it was shot by a cold arrow.

He gritted his teeth, did not look at Meng Fu Sha, Huo Ran back to the sword, cut the arrow, splashed with blood on his shoulders, but he seemed to be completely unaware, and the wind of the spin, in a moment, brought a bit of blood, like a move The light red curtain will kill everything and hurt, and want to stay in the curtain.

However, he tried his best and only protected Meng Fu’s arrow through the front of the arrow, and the rear chasing the soldiers, but he could no longer take care of it. He turned around in his busy schedule, and the eyebrows saw the rear guards chasing under the man’s leadership. Step distance, and the front, because of the proximity of the distance, the bow and arrow team suddenly withdrew, a team of Jinyi soldiers rushed to the front and smashed to the ground, everyone with a black rifle on the shoulder, the black hole of the muzzle Cloud marks and Meng Fu shake.

Firearms.

The cloud marks a sinking heart, and the subconscious rushes over and blocks in front of Meng Fu.

Things can't be done, only in flesh and blood.

The heart of the cloud marks stunned. Looking at Meng Fu’s gaze, it shines like a star, and the brilliance shines.

It’s just a moment of my heart’s heart, and suddenly I bowed.

The cloud marks were shocked, thinking that he was about to faint, and suddenly he heard a low drink, and it was heavy and fierce. Like a thunder, he blew outside the nine miles, and then he reached the top of his head. It was a strong electric light, Xiao Xiao rainstorm, It will come soon!

When the cloud marks a head, he feels that the top of the head is black. A cloud of black clouds suddenly descends from the top of the city building. In the thunderous rumble, a loud voice is louder than thunder.

"I am going to kill!"