Poetry Yun: The mouth is teasing the second god, and the brain fever is even worse;

Jiang Gongzi's mansion, the lord of Jiang Huang City, a towering tree in the courtyard has zero leaves, flickering dark and bright as if breathing, and an old man in a gray robe sits under the tree, with a loose bun, a drooping head, and white hair, looking like a dying body in the last years of the wind and candles.

Jiang Gongzi, with Zhenyuan overhaul and the Five Elements Array Dao, lost the Yang Array, but was destroyed by the mysterious old man of the Yin Clan, the first master of the bee fight, and the nine veins were damaged, which was a loss to the grandmother's family for the entire Jiang Clan, and it was delayed for nearly thirty years, with the Jiang Clan's large resources and superb Five Elements Array Dao, he always refused to sit down, and what supported him was nothing more than a junior battle that was about to occur in the Dust Immortal Bone Land after ten months.

As for who wins and who loses, it doesn't matter how capable Anping is to let go, if he really loses Fu Xiaoyao, Jiang Gongzi is destined to die.

Then again, Jiang's heritage is damaged, how can Tianzun Jiang Huan not know? However, the favor owed will be repaid after all, and he committed murder under the nose of the old man, damaging the seedlings of the second god of the Flying Emperor Pavilion, and he can only say that he is looking for death, who can he blame?

Under the tree, Jiang Gongzi lowered his head and closed his eyes, exhaled and breathed in synchronizing with the bright green leaves of the tree, sitting on the ground and flashing the purple veined dao array, a nearly ninety inch void projection was suspended in front of him, and there was no picture in pitch black.

I don't know how long it has been, and several people have come in from the courtyard gate, the leader Jiang Xiuping, followed by Jiang Cheng, Jiang Chu, Jiang Shangyi and the second holy son Jiang Yang, as well as a few old people who rarely show their faces on weekdays.

Yes, the time of the First World War of the Dust Immortal is approaching, marking that Jiang Gongzi's deadline is approaching, and most of the people who see him off are close or direct descendants, and the scene is bleak and the atmosphere is sad.

"Brother Gong~" Jiang Cheng said softly.

"Open~ Has it begun?" The majestic spotted tiger in the past had a hoarse voice, weak to raise his head, his eyes were cloudy, and his complexion was yellow.

"It's coming, two hours to go. ”

"Uncle Gong!" Jiang Xiuping knelt on his knees and burst into tears.

"Ping'er~You don't have to do anything!Uncle Gong exchanged him for a seedling of a sub-god in his twilight years, which is considered a tie; Yang'er~"

"My grandson is here. Jiang Yang's robe flicked and he knelt on one knee.

"Who do you think will win? ”

"This ...... Grandpa, although Jiang Yangshi was reluctant, his intuition told me that eighty percent of them were An Botian. ”

"Alas~~~~" Jiang Gongzi looked up to the sky and sighed: "Why is it the same as I thought! Speaking of this, he looked at Jiang Shangyi, who had a remorseful face, with tears in his eyes, and forced a smile: "Shangyi, grandpa is leaving, you are free; ”

“…… Yes! Jiang Shangyi knelt down and sobbed.

Standing on the family advantage, Jiang Gongzi is not at fault for losing Yang Zhen, but what is wrong is to let go of Anping to cause anger, to put it mildly, it is called the sorrow of the grassroots family; it can be seen that the pig in the tuyere is not so easy to be.

"Yang'er~"

"In. ”

"For the sake of family stability, don't take revenge after grandpa leaves, An Botian is very big, I have thought a lot about it in the past few decades, what he is really afraid of is probably Jiuyou Qinjun. ”

"!!" everyone was shocked.

"The juniors who can make the Holy Lord look at it, in addition to the nine Holy Sons, it is estimated that there are only those three in Yicheng!" Jiang Cheng said something, and he stopped at the point.

Only with this possibility can the boy's actions be explained. ”

"Alas~~~" Chu Cheng sighed: "The three clans are playing again, but I didn't expect that my Jiang clan would be the first to become cannon fodder." ”

"It's okay to do this, save a lot of detours, Yang'er, you are the future of the Jiang family, looking for a chance to form a life and death with An Botian, the Jiang family may still have a chance to live, but I hope it's not too late." ”

Jiang Yang was puzzled.

At this moment, the ninety-inch projection appeared at a glance, squinting at the central battlefield of the dust fairy at a forty-five degree angle, and saw a black and gold-patterned armored puppet, carrying a heavy broadsword, and flying into the wilderness with eyes and pupils.

"Hehe~~" Jiang Gongzi laughed miserably, muttering to himself with despair in his eyes: "The puppet is in the light, Botian is in the dark, and Fu Xiaoyao is afraid that he will not be able to go through ten rounds." ”

……

When he arrived at the battlefield, Anzi's reputation was uninhibited, and there must be a reason for the inexplicable appearance of the dust fairy bones, and all the camps he passed felt the admiration that came to his face, and it spread all over the four fields for a while, and the morale of the Fu camp increased greatly.

It's better to be familiar than to be familiar, and I asked a few fans to find the Fuliang Yi C-word camp, and the guy was overjoyed and forgot to hurry up to make room, and the seniors were happy to open their mouths, and the hundreds of people in the camp were all excited and ready to collect the signs, which can be regarded as looking forward to this wave.

As a result, he waited patiently for five months and did not move, and when Fu Liang also entered the account to find out, Anzi had already disappeared, and he was wondering what was going on, when someone came from the rear and ordered the battalions to retreat for a hundred miles, and a major battle broke out in the central battlefield.

No one knows where Anzi went, and there was only one puppet in the projection of the high-level insiders of all parties, and in Fuxi City, the old man of the sub-god and the city lord Fu Tianlin were in the same room, and he felt very unhappy, and finally stopped saying two words calmly: despicable!

Wilderness plains, buried bones, not a single grass grows, the warrior will stand alone in the sky, holding his arms in his arms, looking up at the sky and the sword flying in one person.

Fu Xiaoyao, the holy son of the Nine Shadows, the strength of the immortals, the rank is unknown, the black hair is elegant, the handsome man is extraordinary, and the ancient sword box on the back is imposing.

"Tom~~~" The fierce general drew his sword and shook the ground and shook the dust.

"Puppet!" Fu Xiaoyao asked, sinking his sword and floating five feet above the ground.

"If you want to fight with the young master of my family, you must pass my level first. ”

"Hey~~ It's up to you?" Fu Xiaoyao has a good mentality, and ordinary people are already angry, and the wave sword is about to make a move, and his body is suddenly inexplicably frightened and frightened, which is from the instinctive sense of danger.

"Death!" took advantage of his distraction, and the fierce general roared the heavy broadsword, and the momentum was fierce and mighty.

"Boom~~~~ Click~~~~~" Fu Xiaoyao was shocked and avoided, and the fierce sword slashed into the air, and the earthquake trembled, opening a bottomless crack that extended for thousands of miles.

"Despicable!" Fu Yaoyao is on fire, where is this a duel of life and death, this is especially two to one.

"Hum ~~~~~~~~" fierce general is rare to fight, in the face of the first holy son without reservation, the mecha violently raised the pattern, the two-handed giant sword flashed with a pattern, between the two breaths, the pattern symbol actually broke away from the sword body covered with a circle, scattering heavy sword intent, flowing dust dominates the screen;

"Where to escape!" The fierce general's prismatic eyes flashed and he rose up in a flash: "Xuanfeng's heavy ruler shocks the heavens, and the armor is shattered!"

Locking on the target, the Heavenly Dao Fu bloomed with brilliance, and the horizontal sword with both arms twisted around, driving the huge heavy knife to draw a purple flame arc half moon to slash the dust fairy earth, and I heard a "bang", the ground cracked chasm, ripples scattered, and the sky-filled Fu turned into a tangible Xuanfeng, and cooperated with the invisible sword shadow potential to break the armor and shatter the dust to attack the ambush.

"Jinyang Qiangang blooms immortals, and the flames are quenched. Fu Xiaoyao flashed back, holding a silver hammer but flashing ten thousand golden lights, and the red fire rose all over his body, and the gang lines were dazzling as a defense.

"Scandium ~~~~~~~~~~"

The collision of "Tom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" penetrated the heaven and earth, coupled with the sword shadow that hit the flesh like a dragonfly, and the silver hammer holding the sky with one arm held the blunt edge of the broadsword, and the cracks under the feet were continuous, and the two were evenly matched for half a step without retreating.

"Porphyry" for no reason, Shi Cai's heart-pounding feeling came back to his senses, Fu Xiaoyao abandoned the sword and retreated dozens of feet vomiting blood, and his head was full ~~~~~~of smoke and angry: "An~Bo~Tian~! If it's a man, get back to the deity!

"Silly fork. Somewhere, Anzi was prostrate on the ground, with a black rabbit brother on his chin, and Fu Xiaoyao's distorted face could be clearly seen through the electromagnetic gun scope.

In order to solve the battle quickly, Anzi made all the tricks, and ambushed around with hidden soul paint to play the role of a sniper, the purpose is obvious;

If there is no doppelganger technique or hole card tricks, this is an unsolvable dead end, and defeat is only a matter of time.

And those who are optimistic about the overhaul of Fu Yao, all of them scold their mothers, and they have not calculated that they will come to this hand, and the word "despicable" is too slight to describe it, it should be shameless, so shameless, shameless!

As a result, the First Holy Son of the Nine Shadows was chased everywhere by a puppet, and the battlefield was big enough, otherwise, as Jiang Gongzi said, he would kneel within ten moves.

This situation is not what the gods want, the old man of the Yin clan outside the field is not idle, how can he lose like this, he will be disgraced, and he will be even more humiliated;

……

It is said that one person and one puppet are running around the world, and Anzi has to sneak along, only to see that there are always black shadows flashing thousands of miles away from the two of them, and it is easy to find out when watching the video, but unfortunately it can't be transmitted to the battlefield, so you can only stare willingly.

In Jiang's house, a group of people widened their eyes, looking at a black face with two white eyes shining in the dark, which was the largest in the picture, and if they didn't look carefully, they really thought it was a pile of broken soil, how could they figure out what it was!

Looking at the battlefield again, Fu Xiaoyao was depressed and vomited blood, the immortal soul swept N times, and the fart was not found, and the rapid fire suddenly stopped, holding the small silver hammer in his hand, he was so angry that he opened his mouth several times to be speechless.

He calmed down his anger, rolled his eyes and shouted: "An Botian, don't be too happy, see that the deity has demolished this pile of broken copper and iron!"

"Hateful!" the fierce general was on fire, and his broadsword was full of heroic lines.

"Hmph~~ It's bad luck for you to meet the deity. Fu Xiaoyao held the silver hammer high, and a red flame suddenly appeared above his head, and for a time the earth was polished porcelain, and it clicked.

"Ho~~~ I can't see that I'm still a refining master. Anzi said to herself, crooked her face and aimed, and did not hesitate to pull the board machine.

In the scope, Fu Xiaoyao suddenly knelt on the ground with a soft left leg, and the high flames dissipated.

"Scandium ~~~~~" everything came too fast, Fu Xiaoyao didn't have time to react at all, the quaint sword box behind him flew out of the Kanqing long sword and parried immediately, the broadsword was blocked, and a thunderous hurricane pressed Fu Xiaoyao almost to the ground.

"Qingchen! ruined ......" Before the main owner came out, even the hijacking weapon was moved on his side, and Fu Xiaoyao's face was greatly damaged, but halfway through the words, he felt that his right leg was weak, and half of his body was weak and his knees were on the ground.

Yes, the first master of the Fu family's descendants, the first saint son of the Nine Shadows, knelt down; there was an uproar outside the scene, this scene will become an indelible stain on the Fu family and Fu Xiaoyao in this life; why? Because the five yin people of the Yao Xianque Divine Palace recorded the image......