Plundering the Heavens

Rumble!

At this time, within the knowledge circle of the square, there is a tumultuous thunder.

But the sound of thundering, but not the resounding in the void, but under the ground of the thick and innocent of the sea, seems to have a tumbling ground, the giant mountain broke out. Within his literary world, there was originally a mountain range. When it was first formed, it was like a crouching dragon. It was a grand scorpion, and it was alive and dead. But people will progress, and now they know the world. In the case of the vastness of the water, a young but green seedling, and the sun-filled sun, it seems that the mountain is weak and unbearable.

Only at this time, this mountain is growing!

A little bit of up the ground, tearing the void, into the clouds, and turbulent the earth.

Less than ten times of tea, this mountain has been ten times taller. Half of it has penetrated into the void, and it has suppressed the land of knowledge. Although it seems that it has not yet grown to the highest level, it has not yet grown to the highest level. Not to lose a few other laws, to see its embryonic form, it is even a narrowed Fengchan Mountain, hidden immortal weather, seems to symbolize a supreme thing.

Viewing the Zen and making the mountain law!

"Not good, kill him at speed!"

At this moment, although it is not clear what happened, Wen Yiru is not a fool. The soul of the party and even the changes that have taken place within the suppressed body have made him feel scared and stunned. It is their rune that completes a character and outlines the gradual increase of the atmosphere before the last stroke, which symbolizes a tremendous change and improvement of power.

"Hey..."

He did not hesitate at this time, and he planted nearly a hundred mountain symbols in one hand, and the other hand waved the flag and danced wildly.

Wen Haoxin and other writers of the Wenjia stayed at this time, and then they hurriedly threw out the big mountain charms in their hands. They had already read them. Wen Yiru seems to have felt something wrong. Immediately, the power of the fifth burst of the mountain line and all the mountain symbols prepared by the writer in advance were used to suppress the little devil head to death in an instant.

Fluttering and shaking, the paper is like a snowflake.

The airway of the road has skyrocketed in the air, and the shadow of one mountain is manifested. Repressed on the big mountain at the top of the square.

The layers of power are superimposed, and the force of repression is step by step.

However, the mountain below the suppression of the square began to shake.

The huge mountain trembles, it is like a violent earthquake underneath, Rao is a moment between Wen and Confucianism. Sprinkled hundreds of mountain symbols, still not enough to hold the mountain, the tremor is more and more obvious, after a long while, the laughter of the party suddenly rang. A violent force filled the whole big burst in an instant, and the mountain that suppressed him was flying.

A magnificent mountain flew into the air.

Not only this mountain, but other peaks of the week, also flew up at this time, suspended in the air.

It even included a mountain next to Fangxing. Under that mountain, the suppression was the first time Huqin’s old man and Zhang Dao and Yi Dao. At this time, the law was forcibly reversed by Fang Fang. However, they also made them out of trouble, but it seems that the two old men look a bit sinister, especially Zhang Daoyi, who has been suppressed for so long, only one breath left.

"Take them to the side!"

The party was drinking, and Dajinwu, who had been free, had already wiped the ground and swept the past. One of the claws grabbed an old man, and slammed into the edge of the big array, and the eyes sneaked around to see. Then gently put them down.

The squares under the mountains are proud to stand upright.

Behind him, there is a illusory scene. It was actually the Fengchan Mountain surrounded by white clouds.

"Impossible... Impossible... How can you reverse so many big rules at the same time?"

Wen Yiru completely lost the solemn and free and easy meaning of the weekdays. He was full of horror. In the loud voice, he waved the flag in one hand and picked up the law in one hand. The turbulent flow turned into a vast force, and it was suppressed as far as the Yangtze River. At this time, the force of the mountain line was used, and the blow he made was comparable to the ordinary Yuan Ying’s full blow. .

"If you can guess the spirit of Xiaoye with your wood, you have to die a few hundred times..."

The party laughed happily, and then the body shape "嗖" slammed into the sky, running the mountain method, swaying the Zen, a mountain sacred, straight to the side of the mountain and the river that Wen Yiru hit, only listened to "bang" There is no end to it, the string of mountains, or the string of mountains, was actually broken by his mountain law, and the powerful spirits roared out and filled the void.

Wen Yiru was anti-corrosion, deep in the chest and abdomen, sneezing in the nose and nose, and retreating continuously in the air. Although he was shocked on the face, he immediately made a wise choice. In the process of retreating, he has already waved his hand. The flag of the flag, raised high, but he is cautious, rather reactive, and not willing to risk, at this time see the magical method of this little devil, the bottom of my heart, will immediately admit defeat.

"You can suppress me, now try the means of Xiaoye!"

Fang Xing glanced at him, knowing his heart, and his body rushed to the sky, his arms swayed, and he squandered a mountain shadow, and then swung down, a mighty spirit, and he was as heavy as a meditation mountain. Straight to Wen Yiru, the suppression of the down, the only shocked, the great teacher, even the time to wave the flag to admit defeat, can only scream and escape to the side.

"Cousin!"

Wen Yiru was still wiped by the violent spirit. His body was not strong. He was spurted by the blood of the rest, and his mouth and nose spurted blood. Wen Xin’s heart rushed over and took him. Looking into the eyes of Fang Xing, it is already unclear whether it is panic or fear.

When the party saw it, he laughed and raised a **** knife in his hand. His eyes were wide.

"The writers are fighting me at the end of the hundred years. I will look at you at the end of the century and you will be able to get a few knives..."

"boom!"

When the voice first fell, the body shape suddenly flashed out, and the body shape was a sudden electric power, and it was still straight to the brothers and sisters.

This young lady, who was scared at this time, had to vomit it out. She helped Wen Yiru with one hand and screamed back. At her side, a group of writers rushed over and sprinkled countless tokens. Hey, at this time, I have already refused to use the mountain charm again. The various types of magical charms of thunder, gold, fire and water are not sprinkled out. As a sideline, they need to protect the system.

However, their repairs were on the opposite side but they were too weak, and they were quite unreasonable. All kinds of symbols were bursting open, and even more than a dozen of teachers who were in front of them were killed together. Sensen’s knives, before reaching the literary heart, the screaming screamer, the literary lady, screamed, and even Wen and Confucian couldn’t take it anymore, pushing him away and rushing to make a life-saving The symbol of the scorpion, the body shape moved to a few dozen feet, Wen Yiru but escaped, was rushed straight ahead, and looked at each other.

"Little devil, we... have already admitted defeat..."

Wen Yiru also changed his face, shouting loudly, and at the same time smashed the four-five-way life-saving jade, and the various kinds of magical powers in front of him became a horrible field, swaying between him and Fang Xing. In the middle, I just want to push this little devil back a little.

"Not affected!"

The square eyebrows are stunned, and they are screaming and screaming. They are pushing the mountains with great enthusiasm. They are the meaning of the mountains. They are difficult to behave. The town has scattered the powers of the runes in front of Wen’s body. He himself is directly bullying, holding the blood in his right hand. Drinking a mad knife, holding a black giant sword on the left, and piercing the body of Wen Yiru, the great literary teacher of the Wen family, blood splatters, Wen Yiru's eyes sorrow and pain, deep despair.

"Why... why must you kill me?"

Wen Yiru suddenly desperately screamed, and the unwillingness in her heart turned into anger at this time, desperate.

Fang Fang looked directly at his eyes: "Who taught your sister so annoying?"

Wen Yiru suddenly stayed a bit, and her face was a bitter smile: "Just because of this?"

After all, the subconscious turned to look at the distant emptiness and shivering, all without the meaning of rescue.

"correct!"

The party laughed happily, and the sword was on the right.

Hey!

The **** hurricane burst, the youngest man of the literary family, even the flesh and spirit, was shattered.

"He... he actually killed the Tao..."

"The Tao was killed, we didn't go back to the family, and killed him for revenge..."

Wen Yiru’s death made the Wenjia’s singers angry and angry, all red eyes, one by one, anger and drink, and launched a heart-wrenching, even the life is not a general, the sky is full of flying, driving a variety of runes The murderous rushed toward the square.

"Ha ha ha ha... Xiaoye also kills a good day, and raises a good idea!"

In the laughter, Fang Xun was drunk, rolling around, blood knife waving, rushing to the four wild, Wen Jia Fu Shi fell like rain, flesh and blood splashing, blood flowing, placed in the outside world, one of the distinguished and honorable teachers, at this time It is as if it is a mustard.

Under the Fengchan Mountain, the sound of Qiaoqiaoqin is in a hurry, such as a sudden wind and rain, and the beads fall into the jade plate.

In the fifth squad, Fang Fang smashed the Quartet, and the knife and sternly screamed for human life, and the snoring and screams were connected.

The people around the audience are all shocked. Although they can't see the specific situation in the array, no matter who they are, they have already discovered that the situation inside the array has changed greatly. The little devil has mastered the main battle. Killing and killing.

"Little friends, listen to the old man's persuasion... Mo made so many kills..."

In the **** scene, even the old man of Huqin was a bit too blind, and could not help but open his mouth.

And Fang stayed for a while: "Amount... Don't listen!"

Speaking of two times of rushing, he suddenly turned to the literary literary lady who stayed in the void in the distance, and the eyes of the murderer floated: "Smelly girl, Xiaoye, who is the princess of your country, who is the lady, one I have also slammed me twice, and even remembered to eat and remember, Xiaoye will let you know today, I want to kill you, you can’t escape from the heavens and the mouse, and the gods can’t protect you!” to be continued.)