Man Huang Feng Bao

Roar!

The speed of the southern sky is amazing. The huge body swoops down from the sky and slams into the national division.

A dragon that is a kilometer long, it is just a mountain, suddenly rushing to know how violent it is!

Both the enemy and the enemy have retreated from the battle center.

Guo Zhansheng also had to give up the pursuit of Ye Chuan. He held the flagpole in both hands and lifted the iron and blood Daqin flag high and raised, waving and waving, and the heavy flag screamed.

Waiting for a long time, Ye Chuan did not wait for the mysterious Qing Pao people seven elders, but waited for the Nantiandu lurking under the dragon.

In the eyes of the public, Nantian’s huge body and the iron-blooded Daqin flag in the hands of the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng collided.

Guo Zhansheng swallowed a sigh of relief, and went back three steps in succession. There were cracks on the flagpole and the flag. Nantiandu was shocked and flew out, his head was bloody, his head was almost blown up.

A dragon on the kilometer, was actually shot by a flag?

Both the enemy and the enemy were shocked and stunned, and the national teacher was fierce, far more powerful than imagined. A semi-St. master, it is really impossible to use the common sense to infer!

"What other means, all of them are displayed! Today, the deity will let them die and take it all out, and kill you all!"

The national teacher Ginger swallowed his murderous anger, his body suddenly leaped high, and once again waved the iron and blood Daqin flag on Nantiandu. The huge dragon mourned, and there was a deep wound on the body. The dragon scales that the ordinary flying swords could not stab into, were almost vulnerable to the irons of the national division.

"Rod!"

Ye Chuan screamed and greeted him. He greeted the old demon of the Yinshan, and he rushed to the murderous Guoshang. The old guy is fierce, even he is unexpected, and no longer shot, Nantian may have to die under his heavy blow.

Countless vines suddenly popped out of the ground, wrapped in the body of a national sergeant like a python, drowning him.

The Yinshan old demon Rod also shot, without any reservation. Knowing that these vines are useless to the national division, they can't kill the national division. At the very least, they must stop his pace and delay the time. Sure enough, it was so slightly delayed that Guo Tingsheng was too late to take the victory and pursue Nantian. The anger was furious, and in turn killed Ye Chuan and Yinshan old demon, and the wind came from behind, and Nantian was rushing to death.

Ye Chuan, Yinshan Lao Yao and Nantian are all fighting blood. The three masters besieged the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng. A fierce fierce battle is displayed in front of the people. The masters of the real world such as Yanmo can't intervene.

Both the enemy and the enemy, regardless of the Yunzi sect and the Daqin dynasty soldiers, are all far from the center of the battlefield, and their eyes are not lost.

This is a fierce and vital battle, and it is thrilling. If the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng wins, Ye Chuan and others will die on the spot, and the cloud sect will be quickly leveled. If the national division loses, the army will be broken, and the first step of the Daqin Wang’s attempt to cultivate the sect will be defeated. . For the Daqin Dynasty, it was also a heavy blow.

But the problem is that above the civil and military officials, there is a courageous and convinced that the National Teachers’ Association can break through to the saints at any time?

People’s eyes are not too tense, and soon they know that the national division will not be defeated. It is definitely a win.

After a limited number of thrills, Guo Zhansheng swallowed a fierce counterattack from the siege of Ye Chuan, Yinshan Lao Yao and Nantiandu. The iron-blooded flag in his hand was longer than the long gun. The bronze giant Ding in the hands of the raccoon was still sinking, at least 100,000 jin, and it was seriously injured by the big flag.

In the eyes of the public, the national teacher Jiang Tunsheng became more and more brave, and the semi-sacred realm gradually showed up. The three masters are still not opponents. Soon, Ye Chuan was bloody, and the old-fashioned Yinshan old demon had never laughed, and his teeth were hard to support. At this moment, it is like returning to the Wuzhi Buddha Cave to become a little demon, once again facing the old enchanting who has a life span of millions of years.

"Kill, kill, kill them all, hahaha, kill..."

Li Guanghan was thrilled and excited.

Seeing pity, waiting for so long, has been holding back anger and grievances, and finally waited for this moment!

Seeing that Ye Chuan is dying in the hands of the national teacher, Jiang Yansheng, no one is more excited than him, more excited! The grievances in the Dragon Cave Day, the love and hatred caused by the Rainbow Mai Xia, the blood debts of the cloud sect, all must be settled at this moment.

"Miss Jia Jia, what should I do?" Fat man Zhao Dazhi is in a hurry.

Li Guanghan was very excited, but the Yunzi sects were burning their eyebrows. If Ye Chuan’s master is dead, the pillars of the cloud sect will fall down. All the disciples may not escape and be chased by the Daqin dynasty army.

"The order went on, gave up the Zongmen, and withdrew from the small road near Longshan, and fled into the depths of the cloud mountains, but the other side of the Yunshan Mountains met."

Zhu Sijia screamed and watched Ye Chuan's thrilling and bloody. No one was more worried and sad than her, but her heart was chaotic again. She had to force herself to calm down and make a final decision. She must not let Zongmen pass on. Your own generation!

The cloud is over!

However, as long as there is still a clouded disciple in the world alive, one day, the sect will be built again and passed down from generation to generation!

"Well, Jia Jia, let's go together!"

The fat man Zhao Dazhi loudly ordered Zhu Sijia's orders, then took Zhu Sijia's right hand and took her and hurried away. The soldiers of the Daqin Qin Dynasty have not yet reacted. The cover of the sky under the 趁叶川 cloth has not completely collapsed and hastened to evacuate.

"Ye Chuan, my master brother, goodbye, wait for me to let the disciples meet at the seaside and get out of danger. I will come back to accompany you and sleep in front of this mountain!"

Zhu Sijia turned back three times, tears 哗哗 DC.

She wants to stay with Ye Chuan, knowing that she is dead, but also rushing to die with Ye Chuan, living more painful. Unfortunately, she can't do it. On the shoulders, he also shoulders the heavy responsibility of letting the disciples evacuate. It is better to die than to die, but not to die. No one can understand.

"Jia Jia, let's go, the master will not have anything to do, go, go!"

The fat man also cried, pulling Zhu Sijia to take the road and running wildly, worried that if he walked slowly, he would not move Zhu Sijia. Ye Chuan died this time, Yunwu Zong lost the beam of Ye Chuan, and can no longer lose Zhu Sijia, a respectable lady. If Zhu Sijia is also dead, then the cloud sect is really finished, and the disciples will soon collapse and collapse.

A touch of colorful light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and the wind came.

"Old dog, hurry!"

A cold voice sounded, a flying sword far away from the national division of the **** swallowing to go with a piercing sound, accompanied by the power fluctuations of the monks. This power fluctuates, and it is still far above the real masters of the real world such as the sorcerer. It is a real person.

Inducing the danger of Ye Chuan, Tiannong Hong Zixia rushed from the demon door in desperation. When the two men have been repairing together for a long time, they have a heart and soul, and there is danger to each other, which can be quickly sensed beyond tens of thousands of miles.