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Looking at the corpses on the ground of Liuren Mountain, the other members of the top ten martial arts, three holes and five mountains, and two big rudders, one was counted, and no one dared to speak or even dared to breathe.

In the sky, dark clouds are condensing, the day has long disappeared, twilight is coming, and darkness is getting closer.

Quiet, boundless quiet.

Silence, endless silence.

The silence here shrouded everyone's heart, making everyone fall into an endless fear.

The ancient breeze stood in the air.

The snow-like white clothes were simple and clean, without infecting a trace of blood.

The black hair was dancing in the wind on that cold face, and a pair of sensible eyes swept the spot. The eyes were ruthless, ruthless, shocking, and scary. No one dared to look at him, but everyone touched him. His eyes, all bowed his head in horror.

"Who is still here?"

His voice came, not loud and mighty, but it shocked everyone in the audience.

Who is still here?

Fenghui's head was violently attacked by his three palms. The elder elder in the realm of more than ten yuan was strangled by one of his strokes, and more than ten thousand wind returned to his disciples with countless deaths and injuries.

In this case, who dares to come?

The answer is yes.

No one dares.

At this time.

A figure shattered through the void and whistled.

He is an old man wearing purple clothes and some fat body.

The old man came from the wind, and the spirit of his body was as vast as the sea. His brilliance was ever-changing, and his momentum was especially amazing.

Many people on the field don't know this old man, but those who know him are shocked when they see the old man.

The old man is not someone else, it is the old ancestor of Zhuzhu Mountain, the real man of the Nanqing Road, who is a Yuanbaby who has been practicing for more than 3,000 years. His spiritual strength is truly unfathomable.

Not every master of Yuanying who has practiced for thousands of years is eligible to be named as a monster.

Only after Zifu Yuanying started ‘change’ was he eligible to be called a monster.

This is a hurdle.

It is a barrier that many Yuanying masters cannot reach, and it is also a barrier.

You ca n’t cross this barrier, and you have to stop here. Once you cross it, Yuanying can change endlessly. After each change, your own spiritual power will skyrocket. It is no exaggeration to say that every Yuanying is weird. Spiritual power is as vast as the sea.

It is well known that this ancestral ancestor was a famous master of the Quartet before the catastrophe.

Almost everyone who is older has heard of his name.

Relying on the change of Yuanying, vast spiritual power, exquisite arts, and wiping away thousands of people, he slaughtered people and destroyed people. This ancestor of the pearl beads was also a big man in the Quartet. During the war, there was a huge amount of basalt martial arts, and it was terrifying to kill thousands of troops on the spot.

Whatever.

That year, he provoked King Chixiao and was hanged for three days and three nights. He has since retired for five hundred years and rarely shows up. [Love ↑ go △ small ↓ said △ net WwW.AiQu]

Had it not been for Xiao Fan's descendant disciple Xiao Fan to sacrifice a letter, I am afraid that the Yuanyuan veteran who had been in hiding for many years would not come here so eagerly.

"What's going on here! What's going on here ..."

The ancestor of Zhuzhu rushed over and looked at the wind to send more than 10,000 people dead and wounded. Even if he practiced for three thousand years, he was also the master of murder, and he couldn't help being shocked.

"Patriarch! Patriarch!"

When Xia Pan'er saw the old ancestor of Zhu Zhu, he was excited and worried, and rushed to desperately.

"Xiao Lian, are you ... okay."

The ancestor of Zhu Zhu saw Xia Pan'er, and then a stone hanging in his heart landed on the ground. Then he remembered something again and asked, "Where is Xiao Fan?"

"Brother Xiao Fan ..."

Xia Paner fluttered in the arms of the old ancestor of Zhu Zhu, not knowing how to speak.

"Once, ancestor ..."

Someone shouted the ancestor. The old ancestor Zhuzhu looked over and found that the person who shouted his arms and limbs was blurred, leaving only his head and body in the pool of blood.

"Fan!"

When he saw his disciple Xiao Fan, the old ancestor of Zhu Zhu arrived instantly, his eyes suddenly turned red. Looking at it, Xiao Fan not only blurred his limbs, but also lost his repair, leaving only one breath.

"Who did it! Which King Bab moved his hand, and Lao Tzu will destroy him!"

Wow!

Under the anger of the ancestor of Zhuzhu, the whole body of Guanghua flickered violently, and the spiritual power erupted, like a tsunami, soaring into the sky, the aura in the turbulent space instantly disintegrated, and the entire Liuren Mountain was shaken. The shaking, the violent roar, and even the dizzy person.

"Old Nan Qing, it's him! It's the demon's hand!"

"Father of Zhuzhu, this demon has killed many of our disciples. You must be fair for me!"

"Old ancestors, more than 10,000 people were sent by Fenghui to kill these demons. Your old man must kill him!"

"Old man, Master Shitong was also killed by the demon. Please, the old man quickly shoot and kill the demon!"

People from the top ten martial arts, three holes and five mountains immediately came around, just like they caught the life-saving straw, and they were angry with Gu Qingfeng's crimes.

Upon hearing the wind, more than 10,000 people were killed by Gu Qingfeng, and even Master Shitong was killed.

The ancestor of Zhuzhu could not help taking a sip of air-conditioner, his eyes glared, holding back the horror of his heart, looking at the ancient Qingfeng in the air, the more he looked at the deeper brow, the more he saw the horror in his eyes, the more he saw it, The more unnatural his complexion.

"who are you!"

With a bang, the ancestor of 绛珠 flew into the air, staring at Gu Qingfeng sternly, one word at a time, sternly.

"Are you Nanqing?"

Gu Qingfeng stood with his hands on his shoulders, looked at him, and gently asked, "Nanqing in Zhuzhu Mountain?"

"Lao Tzu is Nanqing from Mount Zhuzhu!"

Although the old ancestor of Zhuzhu was angry, he did not start in time. After all, he had cultivated for three thousand years. Naturally, he was not an impulsive person. A young man in Zifu had killed more than 10,000 people in the Fenghui school. Have to dread.

of course.

Bogey bogey bogey.

It's just fearful.

It's far from scared ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ For three thousand years, the old ancestor of Zhu Zhu went south and north, and there were as few as 100,000 people killed. There are few demon ghosts and geniuses. Pointing at the ancient breeze, he shouted, "Why do you want to kill my disciple Zhushan!"

"Kill and kill, what do you do?"

"Wang eight lambs!" Yuan Zhu's ancestor stared at it in a grim and gritted teeth, "I think you are looking for death!"

"Ah!"

Gu Qingfeng suddenly stroked a smile and said, "Nan Qing, do you have the courage?"

I don't know why, looking at the evil smile in the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth, Nan Qing's heart flashed inexplicably, especially when he touched the dark eyes of Gu Qingfeng, which made his soul a little fearful. .

"Wang Bazi! Who the **** are you!"

Nan Qing's heart was afraid and a little dreadful.

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