It's like an arrow, and I have to fire it.
The Fifty-Two Soldiers vs. The Moon Killer was in an instant, as if no one could get the best.
Among them, Chu Changge, the leader of the Gongmen, was still shirtless, with his sexy red shorts and exquisite bright yellow chrysanthemums.
Chu Changge waved his bow and arrow casually and lazily, looking at Qingge quietly, with a sense of frustration on his face, as if saying: He is in Cao's camp and his heart is in Han.
Dongfang Po shouted, almost as if he was thinking that he was slaughtering a pig, and the key was that his weapon had not been left behind.
Ye Qingyi and Shenzhu were all angry when they saw Qingge dare to confront him.
Ye Qingyi shouted angrily: "Emperor Dong, you do this so much that people will think that you have ulterior motives to bring such a wise man to the world!"
The Lord of God smiled coldly: "Ye Qingge, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Qingge walked slowly forward, and the Yingyue killers on the outside made way for the Saint.
At the same time, the soldiers from the Fifty-Two Military Sect were frightened when they saw this situation and couldn't help but avoid both sides.
Just now, he was still tense and was about to fight. At this moment, the graceful figure appeared in front of Dongfang Po as if passing through a land of no one. Dongfang Po cried with joy: "Old Emperor, you are finally here, the way of heaven is unfair, the gods are unrighteous, the gods are unrighteous
, regardless of the life and death of tens of thousands of people, he wanted to kill a loyal and good doctor. The God Lord is not human. I pity my master, who is lonely and alone, born for a doctor, but he wants to
The white-haired man gave me this..."
Dongfang Po was about to say that the white-haired man gave the black-haired man, but he saw that Dongfang Po was stuck. He pulled out a hair and looked at it. The color of the hair was said to be black but not black. Strictly speaking,
It's a brown one.
After Dongfang understood his heart, he was still expressionless just now. He was like the sky in March, and he suddenly burst into tears: "But he wanted the white-haired man from the Medicine King to give me this brown-haired man, but I feel sorry for the heart of the world.
ah."
Qingge: "..." For some reason, I had the urge to pretend not to know this guy.
When the people around him heard Dongfang Po's words, they were shocked and couldn't speak. Not only did they not want to save Dongfang Po, they wanted the military troops to take action earlier and let this guy shut up. "The Medicine King has an extremely noble status,
The status of the benevolent tribes among the thousands of tribes is self-evident. The Medicine King is in the Temple of Medicine, a master-level doctor, and is a Taishan Beidou in the refining process. Look at your virtue.
Sex, say
You are a witch in the martial arts world, and you are always praised. If you talk about the disciples of the Medicine King, are you worthy?" Ye Qingyi said disdainfully.
Ye Qingyi did say that for practitioners of medium-level planes, the Nine Realms and Thousand Clans are too far away.
And the reason why they are the upper three tribes is also very important.
Is there really only one thousand tribes above the Nine Realms?
No, there are countless races.
Only when the strength is within a thousand names can it be called a thousand clan.
The so-called upper three tribes are the upper three hundred races among the thousand tribes, and are the kings and lords and earls among the thousand tribes.
The three tribes in the middle are between 300 and 600, which can be said to be less than the top and more than the bottom, and are nobility.
As for the most mediocre ones, the lower four tribes, which are the last four hundred races among the thousand tribes.
Once upon a time, the Dream Clan had a strong foundation and reached the previous clan.
However, before the auction was re-auctioned, it was slaughtered by people because of the Thousand Poisonous Plague.
The previous clan is the first hundred races. The "cross" here is the general term for the one hundred races and clans.
The story of the Qian Clan originated from the three major tribes of Kaitian, which cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. Looking at the northern suburbs of Dingfang Po, like a wounded and aggrieved little wife, twisting her sleeves, hiding behind Qingge, and grievancedly
Looking at the Lord of God, Ye Qingyi and the Bingmen Army pretended to be trembling and frightened, but in fact it was in the heart.
There was no fluctuation, and he even wanted to eat the meals made by Lord Jianzun.
Think about it, he actually ate many meals of the meals made by Qingdi’s father-in-law. He really had no regrets in his life.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Po pretended to be dying, suddenly pushed Qingge away, walked in front, almost committing suicide by committing suicide in the northern suburbs.
"Come on, kill me, and I will not be afraid of me. My name will be kept in history, and you are all scumbags in history."
“…”
Qingge had a headache, her temples were beating wildly, and there was a faint eruption, as if she couldn't help it.
Dongfang Po is probably the fire bird Tian Chi, why are there so many dramas?
Dongfang Po looked back and raised his eyebrows and smiled. His eyes seemed to feel that he performed well. I hope Master Jianzun can add a few more chicken legs to his supper.
Qingge held Dongfang Bo's shoulder, lifted it up, threw it into the huge pit, and made Dongfang Bo scream and rubbed his buttocks with tears in his eyes.
"Take out your treatment strategy to block these people's mouths." Qingge sneered.
"yes!"
Dongfang Po touched his hands on his body, looking for the hidden treasure of space.
Rumble.
A thunder sound fell from the sky, and its loudness was so loud that it was shocking that Dongfang Po was trembling and hid in the corner.
But for a moment, Dongfang Bo's face turned pale as paper, his body trembled like a sieve, and his eyes were scared.
The memories and pictures that have never been forgotten are vivid in my mind, as if they are real.
The ruthless butcher, the gentle mother, the screaming tribe members, the blood flowing under the bed.
The butcher was carved with a knife on his bare feet, and a blood-stained knife behind him, walking around, as if looking for the last living life.
He covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and heard the sound of thunder and rain.
The blood hit his feet, soaking the fabric of his legs and feet, and the disgusting smell made people sick.
Dongfang Po no longer looked naughty, like a man who was about to starve to death, trembling silently.
Qingge heard the thunder, frowned, and suddenly looked at Dongfang Po.
Dongfang Po is like this every time, and he is very scared.
At this moment, an army appeared above the sky in the suburbs of Dingbei.
The light of the green lotus is like the sunset, gorgeous and boundless, blooming in the sky.
Among the green lotus, a woman in red and silver hair stepped on the lotus and smiled slightly, elegant and noble.
That's...
"The Qinglian man?" The palace master frowned and murmured to himself.
What is even more surprising is not the person who came from Qinglian. After all, the people of the major independent lords communicated with each other, and the Lord of God may have embraced the legs of a big man named Qinglian.
But... why is that beautiful green lotus woman so similar to the Eastern Emperor!
It looks exactly the same, but it is similar to the expression!
If it is different, it is the Eastern Emperor who is arrogant and murderous, with a bloody aura, and is always blooming with the madness that bursts out from his bones!
As for the green lotus woman, she was more delicate and sinister.
To put it bluntly, it is a petty family spirit.
If you say you are a stunning beauty and are unparalleled, it would be a good fit.
But - if we talk about the aura of a king and a general's style, it is far from that of a general.
Chapter completed!