"You!"

Feng Wuwu's eyes are red, he doesn't hit people in the face, he doesn't scold people, this Baguio saint girl seems to be persuading, but she pokes Feng Wuwu's heart every sentence, and finally says that Feng Wuwu is the most important thing in the overall situation, don't say that Feng Wuwu is not worried, but ordinary people can't stand it.

Ye Qiu was also dumbfounded when he heard it, this green tea is too arrogant, Lao Tzu can't look at it!

Immediately, Ye Qiu said directly: "The flowers are faded, and the red and green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. ”

Ye Qiu directly used the voice changing technique to make his voice extremely old, and under more than a thousand speakers, a surround sound was formed, which seemed far away and sometimes near, leisurely and broad.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Ye Qiu speak, and exclaimed, "Who is this? Who is reading the words?"

"Why is this voice so old, isn't this Ten Thousand Dragons Cemetery restricting the entry of people over the age of thirty?"

"What the hell is this?"

Everyone became vigilant, and Jun Wuxian snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

Immediately after that, Lei Fa broke out instantly, and shot down a dragon zombie with a bang, and the sound did not follow, and Jun Wuxie's face showed disdain.

However, Feng Wuwu didn't seem to hear it at all, and still attacked Huanglong Mountain.

The loud voice continued to sound, and Jun Wuxie's face became ugly.

"There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no grass at the end of the world. ”

Zhou Mengxuan was a little surprised in his eyes and said: "There is no grass at the end of the world, good words, good words!

Immediately, Zhou Mengxuan's eyes suddenly became weird, and he said meaningfully: "I'm afraid this person is probably a sad person." ”

Hearing Zhou Mengxuan say this, many sect disciples also nodded in agreement, those who can cultivate immortals have all studied, otherwise they won't be able to understand the cultivation of a ball.

"It's a good word, but who is the person who reads it?"

"This kind of literary brilliance, if it is a monk, it should also be in the Poetry Pavilion!"

This poem came suddenly, and when everyone sighed, they were also quite vigilant.

"Wait, I remembered, there was a folk legend that the dragon prince likes to play games in the world, the imperial examination reference, and many talents, is this the dragon soul of the dragon clan?"

A sect disciple suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone heard what the disciples of this sect said, their eyes widened, if it was really a dragon soul chant, it would mean ...... The fairy fate has arrived!

"Okay, good! This dragon zombie crowd really has a fairy fate!"

"Finally looking for a fight! It seems that there is more than one immortal fate in this dragon zombie group!"

Everyone was ecstatic, and several sons and daughters were also serious and wary of each other, because these were their biggest competitors.

Feng Wuwu's brows furrowed slightly, I don't know why, when he heard this word, the sword intent that had been silent in his body for a long time actually showed signs of leaping.

And after hearing Zhou Mengxuan's words, Feng Wuwu couldn't help but miss a beat in his heart, hurt!

Feng Wuwu's eyes gradually brightened, and the long sword in his hand began to hum, and the sword qi had begun to brew.

"The swing in the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful woman in the wall laughs, and the laughter gradually disappears!"

The more I listened to this poem, the more I felt that the mystery was endless, and a bitter feeling arose in my heart, and my eyes gradually began to fill with mist, as if I wanted to cry.

Huang Longshan was also investigating when the fairy fate would arrive at this time, but when he saw that this Feng Wuwu was still planning to attack him, he was immediately furious, and shouted: "Feng Wuwu! You're almost done! Xianyuan is in front, I don't have time to worry about you, don't force me to kill you!"

At this time, Feng Wuwu gradually raised his long sword against Huanglong Mountain.

Huang Longshan slammed his fist and roared: "You forced me, I will kill you today!"

Immediately, Huanglongshan's momentum suddenly erupted, and a magnificent and domineering fist intent was awe-inspiring, and the fist was as heavy as a mountain, and it rushed to the wind without worry.

Everyone gasped.

"How is this possible? This is the true meaning of boxing!"

"Huang Longshan has actually comprehended the fist intent! This is terrifying! The boxing master is an existence that can fight with a swordsman!"

"What he did just now wasn't all of his strength, wait, did he really want to kill the Wind Saintess?"

Everyone was shocked, this Huanglong Mountain was so powerful that the other Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who had been paying attention to the "Immortal Yuan" were full of jealousy when they looked at Huanglong Mountain.

This Huanglong Mountain actually hides such a big killing weapon, and this seemingly reckless person actually has such a deep city, he is really underestimated.

And he is really ruthless, this guy dares to put such a heavy hand on Feng Wuwu, this is clearly to kill Feng Wuwu!

"Affectionate but ruthlessly annoyed. ”

When the words ended, Feng Wuwu shook his whole body, and tears burst out of the embankment in an instant.

Everyone is sorry in their hearts that the pride of a generation of heaven, the saintess of the Taiyi Holy Land, is going to die here.

"This Wind Saintess was scared to tears?"

"Who is not afraid of death, the saint is also a human being!"

Some people who are not accustomed to the carefree style of work are all disdainful: "I usually have a pretentious posture, but I am not scared to cry!"

"I knew this was the case, why did I have to do it in the first place!"

Zhou Mengxuan's face also changed drastically, and shouted: "Huanglongshan, you are crazy!

Jun Wuxian saw the appearance of the wind and the rain with pear blossoms, and his heart moved, and he said: "Huanglong Mountain! Stop!" while pinching the thunder method with his hand to rescue.

But Huang Longshan sneered: "It's too late to cry, this imperial dragon fist, unstoppable, there is no return, I just want to let go of ......"

It's just that before the words were finished, everyone felt an incomparably sharp aura burst out from Feng Wuwu's body in an instant, and even the dragon stiff around him was scattered, and looking towards Feng Wuwu, it seemed like looking at a sharp sword out of the sheath.

And Feng Wuwu's eyes seemed to be full of endless bitterness and pain, and he almost fainted after crying, and the scene suddenly seemed extremely weird, and Feng Wuwu also raised the long sword with difficulty and threw it out lightly.

It's just that at this moment, everyone's hairs seemed to stand up, and Zhou Mengxuan was shocked and said: "Sword intent! This is sentient sword intent!"

Rumble!

The audience was in an uproar!

Countless people looked at Feng Wuwu in horror, their eyes were full of incredible, sword intent, Feng Wuwu actually comprehended the sword intent in battle, didn't she lose the Immortal Dao Sword Technique?

Huang Longshan's face also changed greatly, and what Feng Wuwu Jianfeng pointed at made him feel frightened, and secretly screamed that it was not good, and he turned around directly to dodge.

However, the glazed sword light emitted from Zifeng Wuwu's hand was faster than lightning, and it directly pierced through Huanglongshan's punch, making it disappear and invisible, and then hit Huanglongshan.

【Fourth Update】

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