Plundering the Heavens

The third finger of the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King is about to fall, and the atmosphere in the field has suddenly become extremely devastating. The demon soldiers of Dapeng are all fighting one by one, and the eyes of the cold look at the Fusang Mountain, and Fusang The demon of the mountain is also deep in the face, and there is a sorrow in the sadness. They know that after the battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the Fusang pulse is completely degraded.

One of the eight deeds of the ancient demon, passed down tens of thousands of years of inheritance, once had the race of Jinxian, but nowadays, it has only been one of the ancient bases of the ancient demon, and it has been forced into such a desperate situation. This in itself makes people feel desperate.

"After waiting for the people to watch, the Chinese people Xiaopeng Wang gave the decree, when they will attack Fusang, if you wait for the help, Fusangshan should be collected, and all are equally divided, what troubles afterwards? Also by my family Xiaopeng Wang Yi should bear..."

At this time, the old man around the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King has also passed the mind to the void, and countless hidden in the distance, because of the fear of Xiaopeng Wang’s fierce flame, the demon who is afraid to approach, suddenly brightened his eyes. The arrogance of robbery, first, the risk is small, the second is the big gain, and then it can make things become more lively, but no one does not like it, one by one, grind and prepare.

The demon soldiers brought by the Golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang have about a hundred people, and there are two old servants in the realm of Jin Dan’s realm. After the release of the gods, there are already many amazing breaths released in the void. There are not dozens of people, and there are two or three of them. It is the atmosphere of Jindan. Most of these breaths are not good for Fusang Mountain. The strength of both sides is high.

this moment. Even the face of the Jinwu tribe has flashed a sorrowful meaning. It seems to have some regrets.

He refused to hand over Dajinwu’s ethnic friends. It is because I want to preserve the last dignity of Fuso's pulse. When he was the patriarch, it was difficult to save the sang of the Fusang, and it was empty, with the name of the ancient demon eight veins, but even the ordinary demon powers were better than On the other hand, the more he remembers the glory of his ancestors, the eagerness to ignite the pride in his own blood...

Dignified Jinwu people. How to hand over your own guests to others?

Unfortunately, this insistence on dignity has to make Fusang Mountain lose its last sacred self-esteem?

If it was really attacked by a junior foundation, the Jinwu family would call themselves the ancient demon eight veins?

This truth, everyone understands that behind him, not only the three elders, but also Wusang children and some weak women in the family, also one by one, standing behind him. Even some small Jinwu, who were weak to only two or three, also fluttered their wings. Struggling to fly, it seems to be involved in the last battle before the glory, thought to pay homage.

If you don't see the shadow, only your own son whose mind is already abnormal.

"Want to play with this little ancestors? You also have... give me a stepping sangshan..."

The murderous momentum of Jinwu Yimai could not make Xiaopeng Wang heart half-hearted, and in the sneer, he had to drop the third finger.

However, at this time, suddenly a voice called: "Slow..."

This kind of voice is not very powerful, but it makes the demon of the heavens clear and clear, and no amount of light has fallen.

But in the other corner of Fusang Mountain, a man with a gray cannon, carrying his hands, his feet, and slowly coming over, this person is thin and thin, his body is not very sturdy, it seems that it is only the repair of Jin Dan’s first place, but The temperament is quite calm, with a little lazy smile on his face. It seems that the demon of the heavens is not seen, lazy, and strangely falls on Xiaopeng Wang.

"You are the one who stole the sorcerer's fairy tales?"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang is also a little sly, and he sneer and sneer, just like a cat playing with a mouse-like look.

The Terran monk was a gentleman, and smiled and said: "Yes, I still squirted in her bed!"

This self-support, suddenly let the demon of the heavens repair a slight glimpse, this Terran monk has stolen the Qingqiu Mountain fox Xianji Xianjing to treasure, they know it, but they still sneaked in the bed but did not hear However, seeing this person said so indifferent, presumably true, and the demons repaired a complex and strange expression on the face, no one said anything...

"You... you are looking for death!"

I heard that the goddess in my heart was shackled, and the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang suddenly had a **** anger.

"Do not talk nonsense, I count three times, you all give me a slap to call the ancestors, or the young master will let you know that it is amazing!"

The party did not care about him, and slowly walked over, the momentum was not obvious, but the tone was even more arrogant than Xiaopeng Wang.

"You...haha... I am a small Peng Wang demon, I finally saw a cross than me today..."

Jin Wu Xiaopeng Wang gas is extremely angry, but the murderousness on his face is getting more and more prosperous, his fists are already tight, and the golden wings are manifested behind him.

"Of course, Xiaoye is more than you. You are the ancestors of your mother's back, and the younger brother is because..."

The party walked slowly toward the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang, and the sound suddenly became cold: "...the young man is born to be great!"

When he said this, he had already reached out his palm, and a finger slid gently, and said: "Three!"

When he drank this number, he had already rushed out suddenly, his body was hidden in the void, and when it appeared again, he had already rushed to the front of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, almost standing close to him, and the surrounding demons were shocked. No one had thought that this human race monk had said that he had to scream three times, but he only shouted, and he had already shot, but he did not even think that he had directly applied the technique of moving.

And to cast this movement, it is not to escape, but to attack.

"What are the tricks for me?"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang was directly rushed by a Jindan monk, and there was no fear at all. He shouted loudly, and suddenly there were countless golden wings in front of him. Every golden feather was like a sword. Sen Ran, this moment, but like a hedgehog, he wrapped himself up. The strength of his power and the power of power are not much more than the ordinary Jin Dan.

At the same time, the two old servants who had not relaxed their vigilance were also left and right, and each secret method was attacked by Fang Fang.

It’s only a short trip, but it’s surrounded by a lot.

The ancestors of the ancestral mountains, the babies of the ancestors, have their own extraordinary, can not be so easily taken.

However, Fang Xing did not intend to rely on any plan to win this Xiaopeng Wang. This time he shot, that is, he wants to teach the lesson. This is the guy who is still his own generation. Just counting it to three, he is too lazy to wait.

In the face of the golden wing of Xiaopeng Wang, the 100,000 sword secret method was displayed, and Fang Xing did not look at it. He directly slammed it out. This time, he ran the mountain method, and half of the mountain was generally taken out. Boxing, let him seem to hold hundreds of thousands of pounds of heavy force, screaming the indescribable black and yellow soil, a fist cover, directly collapsed all the golden swordsmen in front of Xiaopeng Wang.

"boom!"

The stars are a little bit, and the golden mist is filled with them. They are all fragments of the golden sword feathers that have been crushed and turned into pieces.

Fang Fang’s fist broke the sword feather in front of Xiaopeng’s body, and he had already punched his fist and buckled his neck.

All of this happened in the light and stone fire, and the secrets of the two old servants did not even hit the front of the party.

"Give me your knees, or I will kill this little bastard!"

Carrying the neck of Xiaopeng Wang, it seems to carry a small chicken cockroach, and the body shape is rushing backwards, and at the same time directly use it to meet the secrets of the two old servants, the two old The servant was shocked, and at the same time rushed to collect the secret method, the spiritual power rushed to the rush, coupled with the force of forcing the retreat, and suddenly their faces became blood red, almost a blood spurted out.

However, the expression on their faces was even more shocked, and almost disappeared.

"Quickly release the ancestors..."

"Dare to be disrespectful to the lonely ancestors, do you want to be ruined?"

They both yelled, and the fear and fear of anger rang through the four wild...

In the face of Fang Xing's shots, their reaction is not unpleasant, the defense can not be said to be not rigorous, but still did not change the end of Xiao Peng Wang was taken by him, it is really too tyranny, the speed is too fast, this even Let them both have an illusion, although they are all in the middle of Jindan’s cultivation, but if they go to them, they can’t hide...

"I said a few to three, so that you all kneel down, don't you?"

The party lifted Xiaopeng Wang and said coldly to the two old servants.

"You...you have killed me if you have the ability... The ancestors will smash you a corpse..."

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang was pinched on the neck, and a white face had been smashed into a purple sauce, biting his teeth and screaming with fierce eyes.

"kill you?"

Fang Xing looked at him and smiled. "I don't kill you. Actually, you are my younger generation. Maybe you have to call me a little ancestor, but Xiaozu, I see you are not pleasing to the eye, so... Lessons You still can't avoid it..."

Said, in the eyes of the horror of the demon, suddenly it was a slap in the face.

"Snapped……"

A crisp, Xiaopeng Wang face a red and swollen palm print.

This slap, twitching Xiaopeng Wang, the two old servants smashed, Fusang Mountain smashed, and the demon sorcerer was also paralyzed.

The baby of the Lonely Blade Mountain, the King of the Golden-winged Xiaopeng, was actually taken out in public?

Things are getting bigger, too big, I can't imagine how the old ancestors of the orphaned mountain will do the most!

However, even more shocking is still behind, after exhausting a mouth, the Terran monk actually stopped, the backhand was a mouth and pulled back, then pulled back, and then pulled back... Repeatedly, hey, a series of knuckles and sounds sounded like a sound, and the world of flying 跋扈 Xiaopeng Wang was grayed out...

The field demon repairs were also shattered by the world view of this series of mouths, and one heart whispered: Finished, the sky collapsed! (To be continued...)