Under the morning light, in the endless plain, the charging and shouting of thousands of people is like a river bursting the embankment, and the waves are magnificent... Counting the lonely smoke in the desert in the big year, the scene of the army lining up in a square and drawing knives to cut each other is nothing more than that.

In the center of the surrounding, Xiao Wuming, who jumped to his feet and scolded his mother, had disappeared.

Wuming is a natural monkey who can steal and run.

Mo Xiaohe made a zigzag step, and he could not see anyone immediately.

Although Jian Dan can't fully grasp the Tianzi step, he can escape with a little brewing.

Right now, only this fat man and the seventy-five young people of Great Xia are unable to fly.

Only those who have entered the sanctification and below can enter the pear garden, so the four countries, Mujiadi, Geng Huaiguo, and Moleng Island, including some small forces, are also sent by people who have entered the sanctification. Those who have been sanctified below will not be pleased.

The path of martial arts, one step at a time.

Those who enter the fixed are copper-skinned and iron-bone, immortal and immortal.

Transcendent people can communicate with the void through their souls and quote the true power of the void.

Those who have entered the Holy Soul can be transformed into holy souls, and the severed limbs can be reborn, and they can be used to be clearer, more impurity-free, stronger, and more void true power.

If a transcendent person releases a few drops of water or a stream of water, the Void True Power released by a saintly person is a bucket of water.

And the fat man, a peerless genius recognized by the world, the true power of the void is not only tangible, but also a rare ancient phoenix power... The comprehension of the power of the ancient phoenix is even more complete, not only can release the power of the phoenix, but also can create the power of the phoenix, the most terrifying, he can incarnate the ancient phoenix.

The fat man, who is a master of the flow between heaven and earth, can release the true power of the void as a trickle, and even a turbulent river.

But even so.

How can a tiger hold off a pack of wolves?

Thousands of people, one spit on a mouthful of spit, and the fat man can't bear it. And there were also Nangong Zhu, Yaoyi, Shi Fei, and the red-haired young men of the Sheng clan, as well as some masters hidden in the shadows.

The so-called genius boys of the Great Xia Divine Pavilion were all walking on thin ice, and those who were less timid were already trembling with their legs.

Then Mo Xiaohe crossed Erlang's legs.

Like a farmer, he sat on his knees and looked at the people who rushed with boiling blood as if he were watching a flock of ducks.

Jian Dan had already walked out at some point, standing quietly next to Mo Xiaohe, his face expressionless.

Zhang Ze held the big knife standing on the ground with both hands, standing with his chest upright, like a general inspecting the soldiers.

"Fatty, are you afraid? Mo Xiaohe turned a beautiful face, smiling but not smiling, with an inexplicable handsomeness.

The fat man smiled stupidly, "I'm afraid!"

"Afraid of death?"

The fat man held his chin, "It's not that I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of pain." ”

"Do you dare to fight?"

"Don't dare to fight.. So Lao Tzu wants to fight once. When thousands of people charged at him, the fat man lit a cigarette and swallowed the clouds, "I only pick those who can beat or dare to beat in my life, and I will run faster than a dog when I encounter hard stubble... You have to train your courage today!"

Mo Xiaohe stood in the wind, and the breeze on the plains blew his clothes and hunted, "Three people fighting thousands of people, it's very handsome to think about." ”

"There is always a group of storytellers in the world, who call the so-called swords and swords in the rivers and lakes, whether it is a brawl in the market, a duel between heroes, or a soldier on the battlefield... The most handsome and dashing, always those are swordsmen. What white clothes are fluttering, killing one person in ten steps, and not leaving for thousands of miles. ”

"It's all fart! How do these storytellers know about fighting? They only blow the swordsmen!"

Mo Xiaohe blew into his fists, "We can't be handsome with just a pair of fists?"

"Those who use swords can be handsome, those who use fists can be shaken, and those who use knives can also be handsome... As long as you win, you can be handsome!"

The fat man spat on his palms twice, rubbed his hands together, raised his knife and pointed forward, "Rabbit cubs!

The fat man was barefoot, barefoot, smoking a cigarette, dragging a big knife, screaming and rushing forward... The fat also jumped one by one. This appearance is no different from the outlaw who secretly underwent three indiscriminate disciples.

In an instant, the fat man suddenly flew into the sky and slashed down.

The broadsword ignited a fierce flame.

The flames are like the Milky Way, surging wantonly in the endless plains, reflecting the white clouds and longitudinal soil for hundreds of miles, gorgeous and beautiful.

The flames rushed into the distance like a burst of embankments, and all the mountains within a hundred miles were burned to the ground, and the three hundred miles of green plains were turned into scorched earth.

There was a wail in the wilderness.

Numerous casualties were immense.

...

Mo Xiaohe, who was holding Erlang's legs, had golden light in his eyes, and muttered, "This fat man, isn't it just a phoenix?

"He's still using the Phoenix Fire, and that knife is just a prop... He's just to be handsome. ”

Jian Dan looked at him like an idiot, and glanced at him, "You don't know the fat man's temperament, he was panicked." ”

...

The fat man cut down dozens of people with one sword.

However, the rest of the people still did not retreat, and like fanatics, they rushed towards the three of them desperately.

Suddenly, like white birds flying together, thousands of saints rose into the air, drawing their swords, raising their swords, carrying slippers without weapons, and holding their palms without shoes.

The demons are dancing.

The invisible people of the void release colorful light, and the tangible, release thunder and lightning, real fire, hail, clear water, and even slippers, brooms, toilet paper, and dirty clothes and pants.

The true power of the void in the sky, like the top of the mountain, completely enveloped the fat man.

The vast void true power is about to beat the fat man into a barbecue fat man.

Suddenly, there was a terrible and crisp birdsong in the sky.

The fat man turned into a phoenix with a body as red as flames.

The phoenix spreads its wings and flies away.

"Xiaohezi, don't die for a small group of grandchildren, he's not a human being, he's a slave!"

"I can't beat it! I'll run first!"

"You're better, you hurry up!"

The phoenix turned into a straight sky, and for a moment I saw the shadow of the phoenix, but I didn't see the wind.

....

"Legend has it that the ancient phoenix is the first of a hundred birds, and its speed is extremely fast. ”

Mo Xiaohe, who was cross-legged by Erlang, was dumbfounded, "Now it seems that his grandmother is running for her life!"

Jian Dan on the side was not angry, but smiled, "Your brother is a real brother, I didn't want to die for you at the beginning." If I want to trouble you now, I can be shameless. ”

Mo Xiaohe grinned, "It's all this reason, brother, aren't they all used to pit?"

He stood up, lazy and lazy, and also learned to be fat, spit into the palm of his hand twice, rubbed his hands, and shouted carelessly in the wind, "Rabbit cubs!

Mo Xiaohe was wearing armor.

Jumped.

Boom.

He slammed into the ground.

It was like a huge stone falling from the sky, and the ground within a radius of 100 miles was deeply sinking.

An invisible wave, like a violent wind, swept up countless people.

Like a whirlwind of clouds.