The Dangerous Cultivator

Under the green pine, Wu Chenghou looked like a hawk-headed eagle, staring at the Scarface Taoist with anger in his chest, boiling against the sky.

He recognized the true body of the Scarfaced Taoist, who wasn't the Xu Yi who deserves to be killed and the corpse broken?

The Scarface Taoist is undoubtedly Xu Yi. From Li Xiuluo, he learned that Xia Zimo was chased by Canglong Mountain by his ancestor. He never thought about the enemy's success or failure.

He arrived at the outskirts of the city and happened to hit the Feizhou operation office with a strange brand of real monsters to solicit business. He was anxious in his heart, but he also knew that instead of flying without heads, he would search by boat.

Just here, I saw a scene of dazzling eyes.

Xia Zimo's falling blood puppets seemed to have turned into a sharp knife and fleshed and boned on his heart.

Only then did Xu Yi understand that something came and could not be stopped.

Someone Xu was so heartbroken that he would never hesitate to return thousands of times of pain.

Only then did he ignore the full field and look around and forcibly shot, and he was shocked and smashed Dan Tian with no regrets.

And Wu Chenghou can recognize Xu Yi, not because he is in possession of power, but Xu Yi is really like him.

Not to mention the heavy treasure that was taken by Xu Yi and took great effort, it is the hatred of the killer that is no longer shared.

Deep in hate, intent to read, Xu Yi's body and eyebrows have been carved into his bones.

At this moment, although Xu Yi changed his appearance, appearance, or could hide from others, Wu Chenghou recognized him almost at a glance.

Not to mention that there is evidence of this infinite sea, and Xu Yi's identity will be dead.

At this moment, Wu Chenghou looked at Xu Yi with a strong heart.

He never imagined that the thief had grown to a dazzling level, and the evildoers were like regrets without regret, and the fierceness was as thin as a crane, all falling under his hands.

The sea of ​​immeasurableness is terrifying, and such a thief will not be removed at this time, but when.

Just as Wen Shouhe turned his head to usher in an instant, Wu Chenghou shook his reins and urged Tianma to step forward.

Behind him, a prince of the Hou government all understood Wu Chenghou's heart and was waiting to obey. Suddenly, the cold light flashed. Wu Chenghou took down the Tian Ma who sat down by the guests.

Such a weird scene immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

It was the white showman who claimed to be "Feng".

Suddenly, the white-dressed man jumped out of the flying boat, strode in the air, and walked to the bluestone on the mottled cliff wall. He pressed in front of his sword, and said in a cold voice, "There is only one strange demon, all the seekers, a chaotic battle, just as many Ten years ago, many mighty robbed the dragon dragon corpse, a battle, chickens flying eggs, this time to rob the strange monsters, each with their own talents, each doing their best, the only requirement is that they have to fight alone. "

The sound is not loud, not anxious or slow, and you can hear it for miles.

The man in white jumped out of the flying boat and showed his true colors and was immediately recognized.

"Dayue Sword King!"

"Sword King Feng Xifeng!"

"Oh my God, why is he here?"

Feng Xifeng was shocked by the audience, and turned a deaf ear. "The ancestors of the ancestors and the ancestors of the ancestors are seniors. My teacher also admired the strength of the two. This time, the two ancestors have sent their children off the stage. It is expected that the idea of ​​standing on the wall will be used for the victory. If you want to come to Feng, you must agree with the two seniors. "

Feng Xifeng has grown up in the void, with swords and eyebrows, fluttering clothes, standing upright, without being deterred by the coercion of the soul-stricken ancestor.

Above the cliff, the ancestors of the Wen family were dark and stern, staring at Xu Yi's eyes, turning to Feng Xifeng, hundreds of feet apart. Zhan Ran's eyes were almost condensed into substance. , The old man forgave you for being so rude. Since you do n’t know how to advance, the old man will give you a little color. The warlord knows it, and you must not blame the old man. "

After the words were settled, Wen's ancestor's big hand suddenly grasped. This grasped, the surrounding air suddenly tightened, and his big hand let the Buddha give birth to a deep black hole.

Suddenly, countless black and bright gas cones with horrific courage were born in the sky, whistling towards Feng Xifeng, dense like a heavy rain, anxious like a meteor, and instantly.

Everyone's eyes widened, and even Xu Yi, who had just cleared up the skinny crane, calmed down his heart for a while, and watched the world war.

The reputation of the sword king Feng Xifeng, when he was still in Guang'an, he knew it.

Da Yue Sword King, with a great reputation, is rumored that this sword can cut off the mountains, but the most noticeable is the red **** sword in Feng Xifeng's hands. According to rumors, this sword is also made of iron. Made.

Shicai, he will kill Wen Shouhe with the prestige of Qilong. The ancestors of Wenjia shot in time and easily defeated Qilong with an air spear. When he saw the air cone, he would strike his eyebrow, a flash of silver light, and the air cone was broken. .

Qi Chong came in very high, Xu Yi was caught off guard, and even his mind was bewildered by the supreme intention of Qi Cun, his mind was lost, but the perception persisted, and it was Feng Xifeng who could accurately capture the shot.

When Feng Xifeng was young and stood up, he could use the condensate as a late repair, resisting the legendary soul-sick ancestor's blow, and his magnificence and magnificence, Xu Yi was greatly frustrated.

Previously, it was only by perception that it was too late to explore how Feng Xifeng launched his move. At this moment, when the war resumed, Xu Yi forgot about the crisis for the time being, and he used the heart of martial arts to martial arts to watch this shocking battle destined to be loaded into the history of Oetsu Takeshi .

The ancestral cone of the ancestor of the Wen family, Xu Yi has taught him that the vigorous killing and desolate sharpness are the ones he has never experienced before. He is a master of condensate. He hasn't really battled yet, and has broken the demon Dantian. , But it took advantage of its unprepared advantage, but he has seen the Xeon attack of the condensate strong.

In the old days of the Tomb, Shui Yi resisted the second knife of the second family of Jiang Jia with an undefeated golden body, but Xu Yi felt the power of the knife.

In detail, the momentum and movement of Jiang ’s Second Master is far better than that of the small air cone in front of the eyebrow, but it is far worse than that of killing intention and sharpness.

With a gas cone, he couldn't hold on to someone.

At this moment, under the fury of the ancestors of the Wen family, under the raising of his hands, the gas cones became rain, and the huge coercion caused the surrounding hundreds of people and horses to retreat.

The two elders of the Du Jiang family and several other elites in the condensed state can sit still and watch the situation calmly.

The air cones lined up the mountains and came from all directions, embraced together, and centered around Feng Xifeng. For a moment, the air seemed to be drained.

The face of King Feng Jian, who was always indifferent, also showed a dignified color. With his palms together, a long sword seemed to emerge from the void.

The sword has no handle, the sword is three feet three inches long, the sword body is as thin as cicada wings, and the whole body is red, which is the famous divine sword.

The sword of God's Will is coming out, the light is bright, with Feng Jianwang's open palms closed, the sword of God's Will suddenly cut out the dazzling silver light, the silver light is everywhere, the gas cone is broken.

Gas cones are like rain, swords are like the sea, and heavy rains are sweeping the mountains and rivers.

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