Plundering the Heavens

A bow killed and unparalleled, and even did not give the other side a chance to close, Wang Qiong really like the party said, a battle became famous, although she relied more on the power of playing the bow, but no matter what, no matter The calmness in the face of the savage savage demon, or the precise shot when the other side disturbed her thoughts with extreme speed, showed the strong courage and extraordinary ability of the woman, and then chased the front, a dagger, When the first level was kicked back to the cliff as a trophy, and the party made a reply, it shocked the cross-straits.

Too **** fierce!

It is an unspeakable style that shocks the public and at the same time, the endless envy and respect.

Especially the ordinary Shenzhou monks who are breathless by this savage screaming, are even more applause, and the sound is like a tide.

What a fierce devil, rushing to invincible, a woman in China, a woman repaired, easily cut his head!

In this piece of cheering, there are also many Chinese monks who look to the side of the line more and more awe.

If even a little-known female practitioner around this demon head is so capable, how much power does this little devil have?

In the cheers, Wang Qiong stepped on two rounds and calmly went back, but it was also a look of exaltation.

On the other side, there are countless people who drink and pick up, and even some people drive the weapon and want to chase it.

It was only on the side of Shenzhou, and General Hung Hom immediately ordered that the large array of troops arranged on the banks of the Taiyin River immediately started. The black river was stirred up, and the monks who had rushed over were forced to go back. This Taiyin River The nature is very different, full of cursing power, and in the depths of this magic, the power of the air is greatly weakened, unless there are strange instruments, it is impossible to easily cross the river.

This is also the difference between the two sides can not easily organize a large-scale cross-river charge, coupled with a large array of guards, forced to cross the river, a convenient warfare, is also the existence of this Taiyin River. Only the weak Shenzhou side barely supported the present.

"Thank you for Wang Qiong's fairy slaying the savage, swaying my army, and Zhenyuan's military work book, when you have a sum!"

General Hung Hom saw the Monk of the Magic State being forced to retreat. Also let go of the heart, far away from Wang Qiong's return, thank you.

"The general is polite, my big snow mountain has also established a road in Shenzhou, both for the Shenzhou sect. Sharing the air transport, and contributing should also be!"

Wang Qiong Shili replied, pointing out where the Daxue Mountain is.

She naturally understands that Fang Xing helps her make this great effort, more for the creation of Da Xueshan.

As long as at this time, Da Xueshan participated in the battle to protect this part of the region, and even made great achievements, then in the future, after the Shenzhou monks made the first opportunity, it is natural to divide the part of the Daxue Mountain into a fairyland, simply speaking. Fang Xing is because the Da Xueshan disciple was forced to break into the mysterious ancient temple in order to help his brother Da Jinwu, and lost the opportunity to compete for Xuanzang's chance, and he helped the group of Da Xueshan disciples to take this opportunity back. Let his brothers, lying down, can also occupy a piece of creation.

"Da Xueshan defends the power of the red dragonfly, dare not forget or forget, Wang Qiong fairy and inside please, I will set up a banquet to pay for the merits of the fairy!"

General Hung Hom sincerely opened his mouth and invited Wang Qiong to enter.

Now a big stone that has been crushed in the heart for three days is finally broken. A banquet is inevitable.

First, Wang Qiongli has made great achievements, and he should have this honor. Secondly, he is also trying to win over these people and let them continue to work.

After all, it is just a savage one. The real crisis has not yet been lifted.

They have a part of the town, they have to guard this area, until the monks of the majority of the state of China came, only to solve the burden.

After an hour, there is already a fine wine in the palace. The treasures and delicacies of the fish are all served, and all the forces have come and greeted each other, but it is also the depth of the current magic. All the forces that have come over have made a big debut, both for the arrival of the welcome party and also for the borrowing. This opportunity to discuss major events, after entering the palace, the repairs sit down, naturally someone is subconsciously looking for the newly snowed mountain disciple Wang Qiong and the infamous little devil head, but looked at it for a long time, Not actually in the field.

"My brother said, "You drink first, he is watching the mountain and the map, and will come over!"

After waiting for a long time, there was a little white monk who smiled and came over and said something to the crowd, then turned away and left.

The atmosphere between the scenes suddenly seemed a bit dull. This group of monks who came to the banquet were the highest group of martial artists who came to the depths of the magic, and they were all in the same family. Qualifications are seated, the family is extraordinary, but the inside is also high-spirited. At this time, I saw everyone, but I did not see the traces of the party. I thought that this little devil took the shelf and left them cold.

"Then wait for the party to come, and then have a feast!"

General Hung Hom said faintly, the first man was given a sacred priest to the present.

"Yes, after defending this Taiyin River, you need to rely more on Fangdaoyou, and he is also defenseless!"

A monk with a good temper and a child is smiling and opening his mouth, but he does not think it is embarrassing.

"Oh, but it is a magic weapon, but I won it for a while. Do you need to put such a big shelf? If it is really the other side to attack, the monk is like a rain, the master is like a cloud, his broken slingshot, and Can you kill a few people?"

There was a cold voice in the field, and the voice was resentful, but it was a young man who had smashed a stone before the show. At this time, there is a big bag on the back of the head. This person is a sideline of the Meng family in the middle of China. The younger brother, who represents the Meng family’s first entry into the demon, came to the forefront. Because of his transcendental identity, the repairs also respected him, but he did not expect that when he met the little devil, he slammed his head first. I feel guilty about losing face and resentment in my heart. It’s just that the side of the party has just made great achievements and it’s not good.

Nowadays, he sees all the repairs, and the devil's head is not exposed, and he can't help but scream.

"Yes, Meng Qidao's friends were only bluntly bluntly saying two words, and they were counted by the stinky monk. He was very upright and couldn't stand it. We can't sit still, so the devil is just a success. What qualifications are there for this shelf?"

Next to him, there was a person who had a good relationship with the Zhongjia Mengjiazi.

"The devil... The party friend didn't come at this time. He only said that he was reading the mountain and the map in the magical field. It must be in order to hold the line. Let's learn more. We wait for him to stop. You don't have to talk about what the shelf is, and if you really wait for it, you will ask him to ask him for a request. After all, his playing bow is really sharp, and there are many places to use it!"

Someone calms down and gently opens. There are also many people who are attached.

"What please ask him to ask, can you please ask him to go to the banquet, but also three or five please?"

In the middle of the world, Meng Qi took a slap in the face and sternly said: "He really thinks of himself as a **** in my middle school? Hey, what is the map of the magic mountain? Looking at him, I think he is just big. If you don't come, you need to hold on to this area. What is needed is that our forces and forces will work together and fight blood. I will not believe that the demon head alone will solve the danger of the overhang of the Taiyin River?"

"...Bang Daoyou said that it also makes sense. The little devil is indeed a bit bad, but he has a lot of rudeness in his speech. It is even more indulgent to conceal the words of Meng Daoyou. We are here to defend the Taiyin River. This is not a private conquest. It is necessary to work together and the law is first. I think it is best to beat it before accepting him officially..."

"I agree that Da Xue Shan is not my own Taoist system. In order to prevent the emergence of the second Bohai Sea, I have to beware..."

The inter-field meditations were originally good-natured and arrogant. Coupled with the long-term waiting for the line, I feel that I have been left out, and my dissatisfaction is getting stronger and stronger. In addition, the roads gather here, and there is a military struggle. After all, every piece of military power involves the interests of the future powers of the Taoist system. Therefore, this strong little devil is also somewhat taboo.

As a result, the atmosphere between the scenes became more and more subtle, and many people even gave birth to an indignant attitude.

"Dear friends, please relax your mind. I have already condemned people to ask him, don't worry about it, or take the overall situation as expensive!"

The general Hung Hom also had some headaches and had to speak up and persuade.

"Oh, General Hung Hom’s remarks, you only persuaded me to wait for the overall situation as expensive. How can I not persuade the little devil to converge slightly?" The monk in the field invisibly formed an alliance with the midfielder Meng Qi. He sneered and said: "He made a merit in one, but it is difficult for us to have no contribution. Is it possible for them to keep this area without a line?"

"Yes, General Hung Hom, if you really think so, it would be better for us to stand by and watch the magic head alone!"

In the middle of the field, Meng Jiazi is sneer and open, a look of aggressiveness.

Such a sentence, but it has been echoed by a lot of monks in the field, and within a time of the palace, the voice is boiling.

Some of them are calm and understand the overall situation. At this time, they are silent and wait and see the situation.

Although they did not recognize these claims, they were too lazy to arguing for the sake of no reason, and did not attract hatred.

"call……"

Under this situation, the most troublesome thing is the general of Hung Hom.

These people are not the people in his town, and they are the same as the devil, and they are not good enough to speak out.

"Hey..."

At this time, outside the palace, it is already like a moon in the water. In the silent night, a dull drum sounds and a heavy sound, but it is a military drum of Zhenyuan. Every moment, a kung fu knocks, warning the generals of Zhenyuan to take precautions. At the same time, it also reminded the monks who presided over the big array, and changed the door, and heard the drums. The monk's face inside the palace was more unpleasant, and the anger reached the peak.

"Since we have come here, the two-way drum has been knocked, but the little devil has not yet appeared, this shelf is too big!"

"This is rude, it's time to beat!"

"The three links have passed, and if this child is still not there, then there is no need to wait for him!"

Some people even got up directly, and said to the generals of Hung Hom: "When it is, it must also be punished, otherwise who can accommodate him?"

"Well, you are not safe, let me see!"

General Hung Hom stood up with a smile and prepared to go down and ask for a trip.

But at this time, suddenly a stray rushed into a monk, horrified and shouted.

"General Hung Hom, it's not good... that little devil is he... he is preparing to fight the Taiyin River..." (~^~)

Ps: By the end of the month, brothers and sisters still have monthly passes, don't keep them, reward them to the old ghosts...