It's hard to imagine that two souls were in the same situation, standing on top of a mountain on the coast of the East China Sea, and finally reached the tragic situation of punching and kicking.

One kicked Jiang Yu's neck and neck, and Jiang Yu also punched Lu Zhen in the abdomen. Both voted at the same time.

Lu Zhen rushed out, patted the ground with one hand, and jumped up. This is a young man who will create like a scholar in green clothes on weekdays. He brushed his face with blood, and although the spiritual champion on his body had dried up, he liked to kill with his eyes, but it did not diminish in the slightest.

Four things on the table in the mountains and forests, the monks only felt their eyelids tremble, and their hearts made up their minds that they would never provoke the people here again.

Can't there be any of these people?

When the spiritual fighter is exhausted and his qi is exhausted, aren't you afraid that the root genes of Wudang will be implicated? A careless person will let his Wudang collapse directly?

Within a radius of dozens of miles, there are countless vertical and horizontal ravines, which make people tremble.

The most important thing is that the woman who talks about the city on the stone mountain of Wuqing can see two battlefields that will never retreat in the mountains and forests. She was also a little scared. Eventually, she couldn't control herself and straightened up. She could see that Lu Zhen and her husband had reached the tragic point of taking fist and foot photos. She shook her head smoothly and said, "It's not easy to be satisfied with the cinema. ”

The beautiful woman whose name is Tancheng Tancheng doesn't have many voices, but somehow, the monks everywhere can hear it clearly.

Lu Zhenjiangyu heard the words about the city At the same time, he glanced at the beautiful woman on the wall and vomited blood on the ground. Ladies are ladies, ladies' opinions.

When it comes to the city, it is not the same as two people who have run out of oil and light.

Speaking of the edge of the city, the maid finally showed a natural face and asked softly, "Do you want to teach those two maids?"

The woman in the white veil smiled. "You don't have to pick up this drop. They also say that sometimes when you are shaving, even in one breath, you still need to stop at every step. Buddha has a Zen opportunity. It is said that Buddha has a bowl of water and 48,000 insects. It's fitting to use it here now. Maybe they're a little late now. When you fall to the ground and breathe, martial arts will be the scene for the whole day.

The maid in the green dress was skeptical. If we start now, not a little luck will fall into our hands, and if we don't, we can guarantee that no one else will go to grab the fire. ”

Talking about the people in the city whose hands should be on their laps, dragging their sharp chins, and watching this battle without hesitation, he shouted: "That is a little monk named Jiang Yu, but the luckiest genius in Qingyun Pavilion is Yue Feng. Even if he stood there, who would dare to pick up these droplets?Besides, what do you think of that Thor named Lu Zhen?" Why is there no danger in the champion who has exhausted his spirit and exhausted his life energy Every time he is in the mountain, Lu Zhen gently rubs the iron fan in his hand with the fingers of his right hand.

There seems to be a thunderbolt dragon awakening and moving.

At the same time, South Korea's Jeongsan is empty, and a long river of blood is rolled up, where the wind and rain retreat!

Surrounding Chu Tian, Xuanyuan Qingqiao had a fair face If Chu Tian hadn't ordered her to die, unless she was on the verge of war, she would never perform for a girl. Xuanyuan Qingqing couldn't help but walk out, even if his soul was tortured by blood and spirit and fell asleep again.

It was a girl's eyes that suddenly lit up.

Somehow, in the face of the Tingshan Wu Soul Blood River in South Korea, Chu Tian, who should have avoided the edge, did not retreat, but suddenly a box of Xuanqing short swords appeared in his right hand.

Snow with a sword!

It seems that snow is not snow. Sprinkle the sky.

The Lingwu picture scroll on Chu Tian's head is like a mountain and river being pulled by life, like an antelope hanging its horns, and God comes to caress it.

In the streets and alleys of Longcheng in the twilight, Jianyi once raised his hand and held a sharp sword to persuade the ice and snow to seal the world.

Chu Tian sat and watched it more than ten times, but he couldn't understand the essence of it, but he mistakenly collided with the martial soul scroll and condensed the symbol of the sword of remnant snow.

The monks in the mountains and forests with the four views of the east and west, on the spirit painting scroll of Chu Tiantou, can only see a snow-white ravine, as if I have a very long dragon flying in the sky, and there are many snow tickets and hot swords on it, which conflicts with the Tianlong problem. He was bleeding in the waters.

Mr. Hansen crashed back into the sky with the blood-colored river.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

On the other side of the forest, Yao Qian, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on the shoulders of a giant gold-armored puppet. It's not a big deal. He shook his legs, but there was no straw in his mouth yet. He relied on his mother as a child and suffered a lot of humiliation. At that time, Yao Qian's biggest wish was to be able to squeeze a lot when he grew up. Jin Jing copper coin, let his mother live a good life, I don't know if my mother has this idea, so she gave herself the name "Yao Qian", and later Yao Qian knew that it was his father who he had never seen before who had the word "Yao Qian" in his name. With a smile in his mouth, he spit out the grass roots and threw them to his cheap father. Of course, there wasn't much offending, so we got used to the name.

In the Yao family, Yao Qian's martial arts talent was not bad, especially when he was eager to see. He was desperate. He couldn't help but be bullied since he was a child. If he doesn't toughen, he'll be bullied more. So Yao Qian got rid of his docile appearance in front of his mother, in fact, there was a fierce side behind him. For this reason, some of the unfortunate children of the Yao family suffered a lot.

Yao Qian looked at the golden armor puppet under the big strand, like a golden god of war. Because the gold essence and copper coins in the world are now the color of pain and gold, the golden mercy puppet is happier. As for the one under the big strand, the feud with the other two puppets was caused by his old man, who is said to be a teacher. In the peak season, the soul of Qingyun Pavilion Yunhai Peak almost disappeared. Before handing it over to him, Yao Qian witnessed the golden armor puppet of the old master's venerable palm, and he burst his head with a punch from a strong man on the top of the Blood Demon Mountain. The old man was an all-rounder, and he didn't want to boast that these golden armor puppets were the most satisfying work of Mr. Cheap. It's hard to imagine that the old man who always laughed and criticized his hair, listening to Yao Qian's words, his eyes turned white, he was so smelly and shameless.

Yao Qian sandwiched a golden armor puppet under the large strand and squinted at him. No wonder another photo of a man with a sword can see it. Enough dead that sometimes he scratches two jacks. The Seven Realms of Lingwu can even fight with Lingwu. Unfortunately, they're still too good. Otherwise, I would have worn ...... here."

Yao Qian scratched his head, something was wrong. Qingyun Pavilion wants to walk in the great swaying of Qiandao Island, and it has to be a little stance. Although this one can't escape, the benefits of entering this mysterious land and a short half-moon view are still great. At the very least, this golden-shelled puppet named the Golden Buddha is spiritual in space. Under the tempering of Yungang Peak, it can not only be upgraded to one level.

Yao Qian stood up and stretched. He smiled at Fu Bo, who was equally indifferent. He asked: "Although there are some people who depend.

Yao Qian looked at the golden armor puppet that Fu Bo had swept, but he was still motionless, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly. Since this puppet with the name "Golden Buddha" can be honored by the teacher as the proudest work of his life, it will not be worse. Yao Qian's right index finger was slightly raised, and the golden puppet in front of her was as high as Xu, stretched out his arm and slapped him. Fu Bo snorted softly with the palm of his hand, and his footsteps became lighter in the air, like a dragonfly floating backwards under the impetus of momentum. At the same time, Fu Bo's glass folding fan waved like a brilliant image on the water surface of the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, but with the flow of brilliance, the image gradually became clearer, and finally collided with the golden puppet. Walking forward, the momentum is very heavy, and the voice is very dull. The golden puppet finally retreated, and was on the ground again.