"Rustling ......"

Sifan's power is like a powerful modification liquid, but when it is smeared on the eaves of Lama Temple, a golden light comes out.

A few strokes wiped down, ink-colored square bricks, carved beams and pillars, the Jinluan Treasure Hall turned into an indelible golden glory, the more Sifan wiped in, the thicker the gold, from the beginning of the pale gold, to the end, is a full red gold crystal wall.

On the top of the red gold crystal wall, a small half of an amber walnut shell with a square circle is inlaid out.

Amber walnut shells, crystal clear. The nine purple flames in it are corrected and rolled, and if the purple leather flames are pierced, the flames are trembling, and there are nine kinds of wood and copper objects. It's just that the flame is too bright to see clearly.

The essence of the whole Yanfu fruit, the Yanfu fruit core that is pregnant with infinite vitality, is this thing.

In the flowing light, whether it is Feng Yi's waves of the Yellow River, or the bareback man who descends from the opening of the sky with black wings in the mountains, there is still a considerable distance.

At this moment, standing in front of the Lama Temple, carefully avoiding the "traces of Sifan", it was Danniang.

Her fingers rubbed the huge walnut shell, and her eyes flickered, as if she was thinking about something.

However, when she saw the yellow waves coming over, Danniang did not hesitate and quickly withdrew from the courtyard.

The bareback man swooped to the ground, the soles of his feet stepped into the white stone bricks, countless earth peaks broke out of the flat ground, the man's back, arms, and chest were all fine oozing blood wounds, he shook his head, shaking off the sharp beads of blood and sweat. When he raised his head again, his fierce eyes fell on Feng Yi, whose lower body had turned into a monstrous turbidity wave.

Feng Yi had no time to care, his fingers pressed the handle button desperately, and Si Fan's power accelerated the speed of wiping. The amber walnut embedded in the red crystal wall suddenly loosened most of it, but in a few breaths, the sound of rustling sounded loudly.

"Click~"

The amber walnut shell rolled down, Feng Yi's eyebrows were raised high, and the surging white foam and yellow tide ran through the Zhaotai Gate, the Tianwang Palace, the Yongyou Palace, the ** Palace, and the Wanfu Pavilion.

Act of God.

When the river was flooding, Feng Yi rolled up the amber walnuts and rushed towards the sky without hesitation.

"Look up to me, really look up to me!"

Feng Yi looked crazy: "I should have come to be a soldier of Old Man Kang, but I didn't expect ......"

A pair of thick eyebrows pressed against Feng Yi's eyes, and the bridge of his nose was about to hit Feng Yi's face.

Big waves!

The waves of the Yellow River, which kept rolling towards the sky, fell like a torrential rain.

"Get out of the way!"

Three words of tongue blooming spring thunder.

Wushan has a few people and a spirit. Between the ruins and the dead white smears that lay in the air, they each hid in a place that could shelter the turbid waves and torrential rain.

The tragic situation of the old man being in the middle of the Yellow River and having no bones is vividly remembered by everyone.

Bang la la la ~ The rain is falling.

As the sand flew away, a series of sky-breaking sounds came from behind the turbid waves, like thunder.

In the chaos, Li Yan did not hide or dodge, and Danniang was exposed to the turbid tide.

"How? Can I do it? ”

“…… Fifty percent. ”

"Ha, that's very high."

"Li Yan, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood."

The man shook his head: "When it comes to the matter, you have to let go." ”

He pulled the woman into his arms and tapped at her cold lips.

The blue light was shining, Li Yan took off the copper coin and threw it to the cha knife under the collapsed archway.

"Give me back when you're done. Not yet, take it out. ”

Li Yan tied the soap ribbon around his waist and tied a knot with both hands.

"You ......"

Cha Xiaodao's voice did not fall, and the turbid rainstorm fell.

As soon as Li Yan raised his face, he just stood in place, and he didn't even set off the slightest ripple!

【Soap Belt (Night)】

Quality:???

Killing pigs is indiscriminate, and killing people is ninth-rate.

The symbol of the Yin Si Penal Code, wearing this belt, will become "Xiyi".

This Yanfu incident cannot be brought out.

[Xiyi]: Can only touch things that are also in the state of "Xiyi", Yan Fu walks and retains basic clothing, but cannot use any weapons. The imprint space cannot be used.

……

On the corner of the collapsed eaves of the Lama Temple, the feather lord pinched Feng Yi's neck.

Feng Yi can turn the monstrous Yellow River, but in the hands of the feather master, he can't get up at all, like an ordinary person struggling with his life, his legs kicking wildly, and his palms are pulling the feather master's forearm.

"The new [Sheng] is bitter, just such a thing as you?."

A little afterburner on the hand of the feather master. A face full of ruffians, and a smile that looks vicious.

"Even if you put it in the Six Imperial Walks, you are not the top one."

Amber walnut shell falls straight down......

Bang~

The wide amber walnuts smashed on the ground, splashing and countless bricks.

As soon as Feng Yi, whose eyes rolled white, let go, the handle slipped out of his sleeve, and he pressed it desperately.

The feather master's pupils contracted, and the dead white smears occupied his original position, and Feng Yi's neck had just loosened a little, and there was a sharp pain in his hand.

"Ahh~"

Feng Yi hugged his right hand and exhaled in pain.

More than ten meters away, the feather master threw away the severed palm that was spurting blood, shook it, and then pinched the handle and smashed it.

As the irregular circuit board inside slid down from the back of the feather master's clenched fist, in just two breaths, Feng Yi was at the end of his rope.

Feng Yi was speechless, and the red blood twitching from his wrist turned into a turbid river after a while.

"Using [Peng] to hold the mouth, just with my physical body, I have no power to parry at all."

"The power of Sifan? It depends on who uses it. ”

The feather master's voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

I couldn't see it clearly at all, a fierce fist had burst out in front of Feng Yi, and the wind was unwinding!

The distance between the two feet was more than 100 zhang, and the white slate sank more than a foot!

Blood fell down, and it was a dot of large and small adhesions.

"Mr. Yu, I heard that more than half of the ten masters have changed in the past two years, why are you not dead yet?"

The mouth spits out fangs, the violent beads raise eyebrows, and a traditional wooden carving mask that means "opening the mountain", and he was forced to suffer the blow of the feather master.

"Hate, don't, leave?"

The feather lord pressed his eyes. Blood kept falling from between the fingers.

"You can recognize me wearing a mask, it's an honor~"

"Your voice is like a rusty kitchen knife pulling dog pee, I think it's good." The feather lord took a sip, and with a glance in his eyes, he looked at the amber walnut shell on the right hand side.

Sure enough, on the walnut-shaped Yan Fu fruit core, I don't know when, two quaint words in the shape of beasts were drawn.

Sifan.

Not far away, in a dead white, a black round hole was broken out at the end of the gratuitous end, reminiscent of key words such as tree holes and tooth decay.

At the cost, the nine purple flames in the core of the fruit were extinguished, and one ......

"Well done. Avon. ”

"If you don't come again, just wait to collect my body......"

Feng Yi's embarrassed face was full of bitterness.

While listening, the feather lord sneered: "I'm also strange, I was beaten by me two years ago, who gave you the confidence that must be my opponent?" ”

"I don't need to be your opponent, I just need to ...... Hold you back! ”

Black wormholes emerged from the dead white trail.

A fist burst out of the black hole and raised his middle finger at the feather master.

"Cao Yuanchao, do you remember me?"

The voice was muffled.

Eight hardships, I can't ask for it!

One, two, three, at a glance, there are five such black holes!

But the bitterness of death that no one wants to inherit.

Seven hardships together!