Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

Li Feng was fierce and ruthless, and the thunderstorm was merciless. Several bone piercing needles swam in her body, and every step of moving was like bone etching pain, but now, she couldn't feel it.

How ridiculous!

The father who once held her in the palm of his hand and took good care of her is now ferocious. He keeps telling her that life is not like death.

The father, who once cared for her, now points to the sword and wants to tear her to pieces.

What terrible mistake did she make? How could it lead to the killing of my father?

Looking at the thousands of troops in front of her, she sneers. She has practiced martial arts for many years, but she has never killed anyone.

"Those who stand in my way, die!" Yun lianmo's eyes were full of bloodthirsty determination. The cloud chasing sword came out of its sheath and pointed straight to the sky. Lightning and thunder echoed it.

They all looked at each other and did not dare to move forward. It was once the most favorite royal highness of the cloud emperor. Her martial arts skills were so high that they could compete with them?

The clouds stand on the horse's back, and the bloodthirsty eyes stare at this ordinary woman. She has a normal face, but the breath of repairing soul and Luocha is coming?

"Today, if she does not die, your relatives will be buried with her!" The cold arrow comes, the sky is like frost, every word is like a reminder.

Yun lianmo stands out with tears in her eyes, which are the last tears she left for his so-called father.

Since then, life and death by the day, anyone, she will not be soft!

When she wields a sword, the cold arrow disappears like smoke. At this time, Yun lianmo's anger is very fierce, and her eyes are full of murders. In front of the swarming cavalry, she slightly pulls down her eyes, and her hand rises and falls. She never blinks. The blood on the body is more and more thick, her bloodthirsty pupil is still the shadow of his haughty disdain.

The cavalry kept pouring out. She pulled out her sword and roared up to the sky. A touch of red blood sprinkled on her face, warm but cooling her heart.

She is not a God, such a huge wheel fight, gradually eroding her only physical strength, she half knee to the ground, eyes like a glimpse of a raging fire.

"Mother..."

Qingcheng shouts from the bottom of her heart. She stands up and looks at Yuxuan's direction in despair, where the smoke and dust are rolling and the fire is raging. She wants to compete with the heavy rain.

"Mother..."

In the end, I can't hide my worries. Qingcheng rushes to tingyuxuan. I'm afraid that if it's too late, I will never see her dearest person again.

There, there is all her love, the most true love!

"Mo Yun thirteen envoys, stop her!" The cloud roared: "I want to live!"

Mo Yun 13 makes the uniform Mo Yi appear in the air, and instantly moves around Yun Lian mo.

Cloud lotus Mo coldly swept the thirteen envoys of Mo Yun. She was the most proud confidant of the talents she had trained. Now she is her enemy: "why, you have to stop me!"

"Subordinate, dare not!" Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness can not be reconciled. Mo Yun shisan, led by Mo Qing, kneels down in front of Yun Lian and tries to kill himself with a sword. His eyes are filled with grief and indignation. Yun Lian Mo flies up and kicks off a circle of people's long swords.

"Your Highness!" Mo Yun's thirteen envoys were all surprised. They all looked at Yun lianmo. They hated the bloody Royal Highness Qingcheng most. The royal guards were full of blood, and the rain could not wash away. It was shocking. There was no shadow of his royal highness Qingcheng in that plain face.

"Live or die!"

Cloud lotus ink cold spit out four words, ruthless and resolute, this situation this scene, Mo Yun thirteen make not advance and retreat.

The rain is still not stop, hit on the cloud lotus ink body, stiff pain, but she was not moved, eyes staring at the clouds, the lotus print between the forehead flickering, as if the next moment will disappear.

I don't know why, the familiar fragrance of ink is floating around her. Yun lianmo suddenly opens her eyes. Los Angeles is dressed in green clothes and comes with a sword. Now, does she want to know her by herself?

In my memory, the woman with a smile on the Jiuqu lotus terrace told the world like an oath: "Lotus ink, take the word to pour the city, not to pour the country and the city, but to pour the city of Los Angeles alone!" Yes, she always thought that the boy who was ashamed to hear her love was just like her.

Now it seems that they are just wishful thinking!

Don't think about it. When the two of them wield their swords, Mars rises everywhere. They fight for several rounds. Los Angeles is pressing forward step by step. Yun lianmo is also a deadly move.

They used to sing harmoniously, read and practice calligraphy together, and have been with each other for 15 years. She smiles like a flower, and the stars roar with the moon. He despises fame and wealth and accompanies them silently.

Los Angeles, are you so cruel?

Yunlianmo's mouth filled with a sneer of irony, between them, after all, still can't compare with fame and wealth?

If you don't love, why do you want to hold the hand of Zicheng at first?

If you can't, why do you fall in love with her?

"Bang ~" her heart is shattered at this moment!

The sword in her hand was merciless and fierce, penetrating her heart without a moment's hesitation.

The cloud chasing sword in her hand fell to the ground speechless.

Los Angeles, between us, after all, you owe me!

Qingcheng smile, the heart of the pain throughout the body, in front of him, she eventually ruthless heart.

"Lolo..." or as intimate as before, she smiles, "I die, you happy?"

Los Angeles sword hand fierce meal, eyes become hazy, the woman who used to laugh in his arms, today, he personally stabbed the sword to her!

Will he be happy?

Would he be happy to see her pale?

He laughed bitterly in his heart, but he didn't say a word. Today, he failed her and had nothing to say!

The sight of Qingcheng falls on the direction of listening to Yuxuan, and the fire billows, which has swallowed up the whole listening to Yuxuan.

"Mother, if the city can't save you, I will accompany you."

Then she flew up, her sword was cold, and she pointed to the clouds angrily: "Yunxiao, remember, you killed your mother. I want you to regret forever!"

"Take her for the king!" Yunxiao's eyes turned red and roared angrily towards the blazing fire: "shuilanyi, do you think that if you die, my king will let go of this evil? You dream that even if you die, my king will make you Shuishi pay a heavy price for cheating me!"

"No chance!" Qingcheng laugh at random, it seems that everything has nothing to do with her.

Looking at the vast abyss behind him, he poured out all his strength and roared, "if I don't die, the person who bears me today will pay it back ten million times in the future!" At the end of the speech, a clear shadow fell like a star, but her voice echoed in people's ears for a long time.

Los Angeles heart trembles, eyes with the fall of that wipe shadow become godless. At that moment, the heart has fallen.

Listen to Yuxuan's fire in the night, half of the sky is red, and the rain can't be extinguished. Shuilan, the first beauty of the cloud Kingdom, died in this inexplicable fire. That night, in the seven kings' mansion, there were countless deaths and injuries, and the blood flowed into a river. His royal highness, who had a pure song, didn't know where he was, and his life and death were unknown.