The windy wind is Xiaoxiao, the murderous back mountain, the crowboy is silent.

Many people now do n’t know how strong the master of the master is. There is no concept in his mind. You only know that the strength of the master is above one product.

But now, they have concepts.

Three one -grade martial arts are not a combination of innate strong.

One serious injury, two minor injuries.

Among the three, Zheng Nanxiao is the Lord of the Wulin League.

And if you want to be martial arts martial arts, naturally they are played by Wuwu. They belong to the best among a warrior.

Among the people present, not everyone is a dead man. For example, these core disciples of Qingshan School, although they are destined to give Aoyama, they are not really fighting.

Seeing that the owner of his own alliance was not an opponent, he couldn't help but fight back.

Tian Xie held the knife in front of the chest, and the forehead was cold and sweaty. Obviously, you could see that the knife body trembled gently, and the fortune of the rest of his life in his eyes.

However, this is just temporary.

If the body of Dongfui is ghost, there is no sound of sound, and the kung fu in the blink of an eye came to Zheng Nanxiao, and the latter just stood up, panicked with a sword to block, but Dongkui raised his sleeve and gently rolled the sleeve robe.

Blade, light bomb, a golden needle splashed out, stabbed Zheng Nanxiao's throat, kicking Dongxie.

Although it is just an old woman, no one dares to take it lightly.

Zheng Nanxiao's long sword in his hands seemed to enter the sea like sediment, and he could not get a trace of feedback. When he turned the sword to want to shatter the sleeve robe, the cuffs of the east sunflower held the long sword like a big steel bars.

Twisted.

Seeing the golden needle coming in front of him, Zheng Nanxiao could only raise his hand with his palm to resist, and at the same time, he crooked his neck to avoid.

With a loud noise, the golden needle passed through Zheng Nanxiao's palm directly. The seemingly small golden needle. When I passed through, Zheng Nanxiao's palm suddenly exploded a blood cave size of lychee.

Fortunately, Zheng Nanxiao crooked his neck in time. After the golden needle passed through the palm, he almost scratched his neck and shot until a gallery pillar in the distance in the distance.

"嘭!"

The moment when the golden needle is not entered into the pillars, the column of the gallery also exploded sharply.

Fortunately, there are four pillars in this loft, otherwise the entire loft must collapse.

Zheng Guanglan on the attic, his face was shocked, and cold sweats were wrapped in his back.

At the same time, Tian Xie was kicked out by the East Fi, hitting heavily on a cypress tree, sprayed a bite of blood, directly seriously injured.

As soon as the east -cuff robe was pulled, Zheng Nanxiao was directly paid to the sword, and the whole person took a few steps back.

Seeing that Dongkui came again.

Zheng Nanxiao's face was ruthless, while retreating, he found a small porcelain bottle from the sleeve robe, opened the bottle plug, and a strong demon was permeated. Reading 溂

Zheng Nanxiao poured all the demon blood in the porcelain bottle into his mouth, and then yelled: "Give me!"

"Boom!"

The robe was automatically automatically exploded. Although he was old, he was full of tendon meat. The momentum rose at this moment, gradually showing an amazing pressure.

Huh ...

Suddenly blew the breeze between the woods, and it seemed that even the surrounding trees were moving with Zheng Nanxiao's breathing.

The palm wind of East Sunflower has approached.

"嘭!"

Zheng Nanxiao directly raised his palm and hard connection.

What everyone didn't expect was that this time, Zheng Nanxiao even caught.

Seeing this scene, I took a few steps back. After observing it, my eyes were full: "White Lotus ... Magic Gong?"

As the elder of the yin and yang family, Dongfui has an extraordinary knowledge. At this moment, Zheng Nanxiao's body and blood, the breath, is very similar to the white lotus magic.

She listened to the Emperor Emperor's saying that Bailian Demon Gong is a secret method of demon. Even if it is used by demon, he has to lose his life span for more than ten years.

If humans use it, when they do not take demon blood, they lose their life span for more than ten years, but they will be directly violent after use, and they will be seriously injured.

If not, the original Bailian religion would not die so fast.

"Hehehe, you forced me, I felt it, and finally felt it, is this the congenital master?"

During the surging air, Zheng Nanxiao rose from the ground. Although there was severe pain from his body, he felt the excitement brought about by the majestic power in the body, and the pain was nothing.

"This is ..."

Tian Xie does not know the magic merit of Bai Lian. Seeing the weather shown by Zheng Nanxiao at this moment, the extraordinary atmosphere, a touch of enthusiasm appears in the bottom of the eyes.

For warriors, the congenital master is undoubtedly a lifelong pursuit.

And now, Zheng Nanxiao actually used a special method to achieve.

Zheng Nanxiao looked at the east sunflower with red eyes, and a arrogant smile appeared in the corner of his mouth: "Consumption of a ten -carload, and briefly entered the realm of this ancestors. This price will be repaid."

"嘭!"

But the next second, I was beaten down by the East Sunflower from the air in the air, and several followers over the ground stopped.

"The realm of using the secret method is not a master, but it can only be regarded as a pseudo -master." East Kwai was suspended in the air and looked at Zheng Nanxiao high. At this moment, she showed her true strength.

This kind of strength to enhance the secret method is not your own after all, but East Kwai is cultivated by yourself.

Even if Zheng Nanxiao reaches this realm, there is still a gap between the east.

"Impossible."

Zheng Nanxiao wiped off the blood of the corner of his mouth and felt the longevity of the longevity in the body.

He burst into burst and killed the past towards the East Sunflower.

But it was beaten down by Dongfui again.

Of course, his improvement is not completely without effect.

Before that, he was not an opponent at all.

At least now, with the power of World War I.

Just when Dongfui wanted to kill Zheng Nangxiao as soon as possible.

"嘭!"

Not far away, Chen Mo, who was wearing a magic armor, was urged to motivate Bai Lian's magic, stepped into Liu Lingjing of the congenital master, and flew out with a punch.

Where to go.

"Cough ..." Chen Mo crawled up hard, coughing violently, and every cough had a bloody vomiting.

He covered his chest, if it hadn't had a magic armor, it would not be just as simple as vomiting blood just now.

"Lady, the longevity of the old man, just pay it back with your life."

Liu Lingjing flew up, and a strong punch seemed to smash Chen Mo's head.

His heart is actually very holding. He thinks that as the landlord of the Baixiao Tower, his strength is also among the best martial arts.

Now the junior of a second -grade warrior is almost gone, and it can only urge Bailian magic to reverse the situation.

But soon, it made him even more aggrieved.

I thought this punch could break Chen Mo's head, but when Chen Mo was still far away, he was beaten down from the air by a palm of the East Kwai, and fell on the ground fiercely.

Stop.
Chapter completed!