This hateful thief, full of foul language, is still in the mood to beg for cheapness, she really wants to scold him, but when the words come to her mouth, she becomes choked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis oily-headed and slippery guy looks at such a cunning guy on weekdays, why is he stupid today......

"Scold as much as you want, after a while, you won't be able to speak!"

Fu Daoren glanced at He Yuan with disdain, and suddenly opened his arms, looked up to the sky and laughed, as if hugging the entire sky.

The wind was tighter and the rain was heavier.

The eighteen young men and girls on the altar who had been tied in two were already slumped on the ground, speechless, with a look of despair and terror in their eyes. He Yuan felt that the qi and blood in his body were losing very quickly, and he didn't even have the strength to scold people.

"The time has come to witness the miracle, come the sword!"

As soon as the Fu Daoist stopped drinking, he heard a thunderclap in the distance, and a lightning bolt swept through the air. Because the heavy rain blocked the view, people outside the altar might not be able to find it, but He Yuan could see it clearly, it was a very simple style of long sword. Silently suspended above the altar.

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Countless blood qi gathered towards the altar in the rain, He Yuan felt that the life on his body was losing faster, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, he never thought that it would be such a strange way to die. Nourished by the blood, the sword let out a soft groan. The rune man's eyes were fanatical, looking at this legendary ancient sword. Just wait for the absorption of the blood of these boys and girls, and then sacrifice to Shang Yuan, and it will be done!

Outside the formation, although people were blinded by the rain curtain and couldn't see the situation on the altar, they couldn't help but lift their hearts, because they suddenly couldn't hear He Yuan's nonsense.

Xiao Ling'er and Xiao Zhu'er hugged the arm of the county lord of Tianxiang desperately, and they couldn't wipe away their tears. Han Shizhong's face was as pale as iron, and he looked dead in the direction where the altar was located, eager to devour the Taoist life on the altar alive.

He Yuan felt that he was getting more and more tired, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his strength was losing more and more quickly. And as far as the eye could see, the light of the sword was getting stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but despair, it's over, the dream of the little landlord has not yet come true, there is still a flower-like daughter-in-law in the big house in Jinling who has not yet entered the cave room, and there is a third mother waiting for him to go back......

In desperation, he suddenly felt his eyebrows beat, and then his right hand was hot, and a slender black shadow suddenly rushed towards the sword. He Yuan's eyes were straight, because he knew the thing that flew in the air and confronted the sword—the brush that had disappeared for a long time! The huge tip of the pen absorbed enough water and became as black as ink, and those complicated and strange lines began to emit a strange light.

Fu Dao Man was directly dumbfounded, he couldn't understand what the situation was, where did this come from, and he could actually compete with King Qin's sword! But this kind of thing, he is helpless, so he has to watch dryly.

The blood and qi in the air began to slowly retreat along those complicated lines, and everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation, and He Yuan couldn't help but recover a little bit of spirit. Feelings, this is saving yourself!

At this moment, his mind suddenly came to life, and he was a little excited to cheer up the Spring and Autumn Pen!

"Dude, brother, uncle, fuck it!"

Han Shizhong, the Tianxiang County Lord and the others suddenly heard He Yuan's cry again in their ears, and they couldn't help but settle down a little, thinking that the iron bull had broken free from the restraints and was fighting with that Taoist. One by one, they subconsciously clenched their fists and desperately cheered for the "Iron Bull"!

Tang Tieniu was thrown at a very bad angle, and he couldn't see this magical scene in the air at all. At this time, I heard the overwhelming cheering sound outside, and I was ashamed to stuff my head into the crotch of my pants.

A stroke and a sword, entangled in the air for a while, and suddenly, he flew towards He Yuan. I'm rubbing, cheating daddy! He Yuan was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and after a while, he felt that nothing was wrong, so he opened his eyes with palpitations, and then looked at where there were still swords and brushes in the air?

Fu Dao people are stupid, what is the situation, why did the sword and brush fly to He Yuan and disappear? Even the sacrificial array, which was about to be completed, was forcibly terminated!

The strength returned to himself, He Yuan couldn't help but be overjoyed, what are you waiting for, pick up the bricks all at once. Poor Fu Dao man, don't look at the time when the big array is running, the bull is angry, once he loses the support of the big array, he is suddenly beaten back to his original form, an old guy who only cares about meditation and cultivation on weekdays, how can he be the opponent of this young man who is good at fighting rotten fights?

Practice has proved that He Dacaizi's 36 road bricks are really quite popular, and he directly left the old Taoist priest there with a brick.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped suddenly, and the rain disappeared almost instantly. As a result, everyone saw He Dacai's sassy and heroic appearance. Holding the bricks in his hand, he overturned the old Taoist priest who was like a demon god in all directions, and even forgot to let out the cheers.

As soon as the formation stopped, Han Shizhong reacted in an instant, and with a wave of his big hand, he rushed out first! Without the protection of the big array, where did the man in black dare to confront these angry armies head-on at this time, let out a shout, and ran away. Looking at the black-clothed warriors who were running wildly, and then at the pale and frightened children on the ground, Han Shizhong stopped hatefully.

"Save the child first!"

In fact, there is no need for him to shout, the people of the Tianxiang County Lord over there have already stopped and started to save people. It's so pitiful, this group of children walked around the ghost gate, and were watered by the autumn rain, and those who didn't faint at this time can be regarded as having a better physique and courage, in fact, most of them have fainted.

This time, even Ling'er and Zhu'er didn't welcome their big heroes, they stretched out their hands one after another, busy saving people. And they soon found out about their younger brother, what they didn't expect was that this child not only did not faint, but also was in good spirits, and he was quite excited to see his sister, just for fun. This unlucky kid who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, nine times out of ten, treats this as a game.

There were nearly 2,000 children, and these people couldn't hold two of them alone, but fortunately, some of the children did not faint, which saved them a lot of effort.

He Yuan carried the bricks and posed for a long time, and found that there was not even a little applause and cheers, so he couldn't help but look back in disappointment, only to find that everyone was busy saving people, and he couldn't help but blush and threw down the bricks. Loosen the rope from the iron bull, and then go to untie the dozen boys and girls. Only one was unlocked here, and he heard the sound of a watermelon breaking behind him, and he couldn't help but secretly say that it was not good, and looked back.

Really!

The Iron Bull was standing beside the man with an axe, pointing his finger and scolding.

"Aren't you very good, why aren't you good!"

Fu Daoist didn't say a word, his head had been split into a rotten watermelon by this guy's axe. He Yuan was depressed and wanted to hit the pig, this ramming goods was really a cow! This is a help, and there are no clues......

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