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Sixteen people of the black tweed dragon sedan chair must be a prince, the people and nobles limit eight times, the difference between the official and the people lies in the decoration and carving on the sedan chair.

There was a pause for a moment three miles away, but it was not the sedan chair man who was carrying the sedan chair who was out of strength, but the traces of a group of people in the grass were revealed, this is not a master of the innate realm!

"Qi Refining Realm!"

After the pause, the sedan chair still keeps moving forward, but the rhythm is more compact, even if several sedan chair drivers make a move, I am afraid that it will not delay the progress and stability of the sedan chair.

Sixteen people, without exception, have all entered the innate realm, these stunned young people are miserable, and they are afraid that they are also miserable.

Silver saddle, sass, meteor... Equipped one by one, Li Qingfeng did not retreat but held his breath, he only came for the "Night of the Third Five", only to save people, and did not have killing intent.

A Qi Refining Realm master should not notice him, if there is a Foundation Building Realm master, he will not be spared.

Fortunately, the breath of the rabble in the grass still exists, so the master of the Qi Refining Realm is naturally the old man with the lantern eagle claw who is holding the sedan chair and stepping on the void, and his gaze has attracted the old man's cold eyes.

As long as you don't attack the sedan chair, you will definitely not make a move, and the tacit understanding that the people in the sedan must be extremely important.

The black tweed sedan chair was half a mile away, and the armored guards with outflanked wings suddenly appeared.

In the darkness, the torches were bright, there were black pressed trees everywhere, and there were black pressed people everywhere.

The Armored Guardian swept his spear and knife in his hand and rushed towards the crowd in the grass like ants.

Advice against the ear is good for action, and bitter medicine is good for disease. Li Qingfeng can't make a move, and he doesn't want to do it now.

Perhaps only the bright red hot blood can bring the rest of the people to their senses.

"Yan Yun is ashamed, failing to snow. Hate in your heart, when will it be extinguish?....ed" The resurgence of the young man suddenly became angry, stepped forward, raised his head and drank the last sip of the spirits, and threw the wine jar back.

Drawing a long knife from his back, the green tendons were exposed, his eyes were full of angry flames, and he slashed through it with a single knife in the long song.

No matter what is in front of you, whether it is a person, a tree, a stone, or a vine.

The knife is like electricity, the momentum is like a rainbow, and no one can stop him.

"The battle is majestic and energetic. Hate me for half my life, hurt the past... Retreat to the countryside, pay the clouds, and sweep the turbidity. Xingchen Que. "One word of song, one step, one sword, and one person will be killed.

Li Qingfeng is a little demented, maybe it is not that modern people are intelligent, and the ancients are ignorant.

"Integrity! The heroism of seeing death as home" should be admired rather than arbitrarily mocked.

The young man looked up to the sky and smiled, striding forward, a hundred songs separated, and the rest were terrified, no longer moving forward, and began to retreat and surround.

"Fengyong old dog, return my handsome life!" The young man roared like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shaking the deep forest, and the valley echoed for a long time.

"His teachers were both elder and respectful, even father and brother. Otherwise, you shouldn't be so blind and resentful! Li Qingfeng felt that the reason why he loved so deeply was probably a little less heroic and resolute of youth.

Love is not the same as love, love is not only the mutual attraction between the opposite sex, the world and life can be more exciting than expected!

The army marched in the distance, it was a horse team, and the prince of Fengyong actually brought all the cavalry, which was close to a thousand people.

The young man was not afraid, holding the knife in both hands, looking back and stepping forward and shouting "Kill!"

The long knife leans against the sky and the sky, and it is difficult to stop slapping at the stars and slapping the whole sleeve.

This time, the young man not only moved forward, but also swooped down quickly, until he rushed to the horse team, broke through the blockade, opened the black sedan chair, and strangled the people in the sedan chair!

The twin knives are waved like flying fire dragon play beads, and wherever they are wielded, everyone will turn on their backs.

No flashy moves, no great strides, fast, precise, effortless killing.

Coming from the army, but without a head of marching formation, he must have been the same killer as himself before, and the time for joining the army will not last long, and he is willing to be martyred as a "righteousness".

The "handsome" in the mouth must be a masterpiece!

"It's a pity that the useful body does useless things, and the spirit of the "handsome" in the sky will not want to do so, and I must do my best to pay tribute to the youth in public and private.

The arrows rained and the leaves fell, and the group behind the young man died.

The young man did not look back, but still walked forward, waving his sword and singing straight ahead.

The sword light is like snow, the cold light rises, the blood rain flies, and the bloody wind fills the forest with blood boiling.

The sharp horse flute on the steed suddenly rose, the formation!

"Good brother, when the brothers take the head of the wicked and come to the underworld to meet with you, they will drink it happily for three days and three nights without getting drunk and returning. "Young people also seem to be aware of the end of failure.

The black sedan chair began to pass by, and time was running out!

The children of the class are all armed with axes, but this axe is an axe for the benefit of the common people in the world.

The eyes are blood-red, murderous, the real fire is burning, the double knives flash bursts of blood, sparks shoot everywhere, crackling, and the places they pass are indestructible and invincible.

The "Banmen Shura" broke in front, and the three hundred Banmen axe hands were in different places, the blades were broken and the knives were inserted into the ground, and the young man gasped non-stop.

After all, it is not easy to break, and the black sedan chair has begun to stay out of sight.

The young man is unwilling, but he does not regret it!

With the three axes in his body, he delayed the formation, and the true qi ran to tear the formation eye, and in the formation was brought into the dense grass and thorns on the side of the road, blocking the line of sight, and unable to cooperate with the gap, killing the axe hand one by one.

The wound of the three axes is not deep in the flesh, the wound is not deep, and the inner house is disordered.

The purpose of these nearly 100 of them is just to die, to die in order to drag down the horse team, and the main force to kill Feng Yong is the master of the Innate Realm.

It's the handsome - Qin Feng's Yanyun Eighteen Guards, although he is missing his own guard, it should be enough.

In fact, the young man himself didn't understand why his fighting spirit was so high, maybe it was because he didn't want to go down the mountain alive.

In front of him, the thirty-two Tiangang guards, the young man was no longer able to kill, and now he could only delay for a moment, and the chance of his brothers to assassinate him was one point greater.

The remaining infantry and horse teams were already dealing with the strangulation of the remaining team of less than ten men.

Maybe it doesn't take a stick of incense, everything should be over! Thirty-two Tiangang Wei also foresaw his end, but he didn't move, waiting for himself to move!

He took off the wine bag from his waist, drank it on his head, the wine bag full of spirits fell, and he knelt on his knees, the young man was exhausted, and his internal injuries were like a torrent that poured out of control, and he could not stop it, and he could no longer exert his strength, and a large mouthful of black blood spurted out, and he could no longer hold the knife standing in front of him.

At the end of his life, the moment he closed his eyes, the young man seemed to see a green shadow standing in front of him.

The thirty-two Tiangang guards above the seventh stage of the Houtian Realm, no one dared to move, and the eldest brother of the ninth stage of the Houtian Realm was choked by the people in Tsing Yi, and he couldn't make a sound.

The man in Tsing Yi slapped his palm on the young man in Chinese clothes lying on the ground, and nearly half of the black blood spurted out, and he lost his breath in an instant.

"The dust is over, and the soul returns to his hometown. The man in Tsing Yi smashed the approaching cavalry to pieces with one palm, and disappeared into the mountains of the ten directions with the youth!

Who dares to chase? Who dares to say that he has leaked his mouth!

Li Qingfeng and the leader of Tiangangwei are both cold seeps.