Zhen Ya ordered the clansmen below the martial arts sect of the whole clan to rescue the county lord Zhen Wan and the Yan royal team, and the Zhen clan was busy in the Xicross courtyard, "Click, Sha" weapons, Yan Yu's uniform and footsteps converged into a wave of sounds, noisy, and the whole team set off under the supervision of He Lao.

Yes, the Zhen family is still on the road, everything is going well, and the show is about to be staged, but it's almost meaningful, this master doesn't intervene and looks down on the poisonous snake too much, Wang Huojing stood at the edge of the garden next door outside the courtyard wall of the West Cross Courtyard, and the figure disappeared out of thin air.

"Xiu" appeared in the prince's palace, and stabbed Li Tao directly by the throat with a sword, which made Li Tao scream with all his might: "Escort, escort, there is an assassin, catch the white-haired prodigal, ah......"

Not good, someone broke into the palace of the prince, what a big dog guts, looking for death? Qiu Lao completed the mission given by the prince, and when he returned, he sensed that the prince was in danger and flashed to the rescue, and the person arrived before he could say anything: "Be bold, get out!"

Fang Lao guarded the main hall, and when he heard the flash, the thunder thundered out of the King Kong fist, "Boom, quack" The fist gang penetrated the space under the scorching sun and took the vest directly, and shouted: "White-haired prodigal, you are going to die?"

Bai Lao was on duty with him in the main hall, half a hair was late, and the last hair came first, and he struck with a mountain palm, "Woo, squeak" The shadowless palm of Pu Fan carried a strong wind of space directly to the chest, and raised his voice of contempt: "Don't measure yourself, die!"

Yin Lao was silent, the eagle claw hand was unfolded, and the five arm-thick finger holes of "silk, quack" raged in the space, like a hole in the periphery of honeycomb coal, and he shouted gloomily: "Kill!"

It's really effortless to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to get it, the dignified white-haired prodigal son unloaded the tiger face, delusionally trying to confuse the world with a fake name, and deliberately changed the weapon for this purpose, the treasure must have been patronized by him, only to obtain the divine weapon that broke away from the suppression of the formation and caused the thunderstorm, the sword seat was accepted, Li Qiang angrily waved his sword to stop the waist Thundercloud slashed, "Click, click" Jian Gang was like lightning tearing open the space and cutting the waist, gritting his teeth and roaring: "New hatred and old hatred are counted together, die!"

Bastard, it came so fast, the five martial arts sects flashed and killed, divided into five directions, and blocked the sky and the earth with soul thoughts, and the periphery did not know how many martial arts sects, like locusts covered in clouds, and the pair of feet stepped on the air "click" space cracks and fragments flew, and all kinds of forces ravaged the space and attacked together, deliberately striking the master to death.

Danger is still approaching, a group of eagles and dogs are despicable and shameless, and their souls are so imprisoned that the dragon roar sword can't stab out, and they can kill the poisonous snake by just half an inch, but it's a pity that the success is short, and the master's body can't move, careless, what should I do now?

Wu Zong's ability is really unpredictable, he thought that he could deal with Wu Zong after fighting with the phantom waves, but it seems that he is still too anxious, and he is really hateful to see that the enemy can't be killed!

Zhou's body seemed to be squeezed by the mountains, his hair and robes were almost pressed into the skin, his body was hot, every cell was moaning, the pain was in the bone marrow, and it became more and more intense, the soul thoughts of these five martial sects were so terrifying, and the soul thoughts on the periphery gathered and shrouded him, and this master was unwilling!

Damn, all kinds of Gang Jin came straight to the door of life, the distance was less than a foot, and another annular confinement circle was formed invisibly under the combination, combined with the soul thoughts, the bones were about to be crushed by the Gang Jin, and the pain died, no, how could this master be buried in their hands if he was born against the sky?

Damn it, the pocket plate axe has been imprisoned in the dantian, and it has long lost the ability of the savior, is it just like that, it was blasted into flesh and blood by Wu Zong? No, a bunch of lackeys don't want to succeed, this master must have a way to kill it, way, think, damn it, is the head melon seed show funny?

"Huh" He Lao flashed out of the West Cross Courtyard, his face was gloomy, and hatred filled his eyes, damn it, he also wanted to kill that Wang Xuan, but unfortunately his newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, isn't this looking for death? You saved my Zhen clan, and now you are trying to make the palace believe in you and act according to the plan, but you are too young to understand the power of the martial arts combination technique? Zhen Ya felt anxious and looked at the East Cross Courtyard with regret.

My sister frowned, her eyes were full of regret and sadness, her whole body trembled slightly, her slender hands were clenched into iron fists, and she had become red, so she quickly gave the order to save people? Zhen Li really couldn't wait for the order to save people, and said eagerly: "Sister, don't we save him......?"

My sister's red hair fluttered without wind, her brocade robe was swaying, her face was murderous, her eyes were full of anxiety and hatred, her sister was anxious to save people, why didn't she want to, Zhen Ya shook her head slightly, raised her hand to stop her sister who wanted to rush out to save people, and said with a guilty and sad face: "The Zhen family can only be sorry for him, the rise and fall of the clan is a big matter, even if the six martial sects in the clan join forces, they can't save him!"

There are more than 30 martial sects loyal to the Li clan, and the remaining more than 60 martial sects can't fight even if they don't make a move, the Zhen clan can't fight, the Zhen clan is not worth perishing because of you, and there is no way to save it, the Zhen clan can only bear you There is no choice, I'm sorry! Zhen Li trembled all over her body, and looked at the East Cross Courtyard with tears in her eyes.

"Quick, His Royal Highness is assassinated, catch the assassin ......" The Li Clan's Palace blew up, "Xiu Xiu Xiu" Nearly a hundred martial arts sects flashed and rushed to the rescue, and the figures in the sky flocked to the Tai Gong from all directions, damn it, a group of eagle dogs showed loyalty and no one was left behind, and if they didn't work, they had to be familiar, but how could that young man escape?

It's not good, that's Li Yan's dog thief, as the emperor, he also went out in person, his vicious face was full of anger, it's over, the young man has no hope of escaping at all, Zhen Li felt everything and shed sad tears.

What a big dog guts, he dared to kill into my palace, the emperor must have been frightened by him, looking for death, Li Yan gritted his teeth with hatred, and shouted in the air: "The white-haired prodigal son dares, where is the imperial protector, scrape him for me, kill!"

When the emperor came in person, the hurried command was instantaneous, damn it, how could the turtles run so fast? Hmph, how can you get less of yourself for grabbing the credit? The fisherman was resentful and unwilling to see the figures, and raced with Wu Zong to grab the credit.

Li Yansheng fell to the door of the hall, almost at the same time as the five martial arts sects who made a move, "hiss" A dragon robe was torn by the internal strength and ignored it, his eyes were red and he stared at the white-haired prodigal son and punched it, it's over, you don't like to lose, why don't you give the credit to your subordinates, the fisherman looked anxious, and eagerly hit the fishing net and shrouded the past.

"Boom ......" The walls around the Tai Womb exploded in a row, and they were all smashed by Wu Zong's body, and the fragments surged vertically and horizontally in their respective strengths, shattering the nothingness, and the figures bombarded one by one, forming a spatial vortex web in the air, and everything they passed turned into powder, bright and bright.

What kind of white-haired prodigal son, he is clearly an idiot, self-righteous, really thinks that stealing Qi Fengmu can be invincible in the world, I don't know what it means, looking for death? Yang Si can't intervene in the periphery and despises it in his heart.

He can't live because of his own sin, tsk, why did the white-haired prodigal son attack and kill His Highness, could it be that this lustful Highness provoked the woman he fancied? Even if it wasn't, it was almost the same, anyway, this white-haired prodigal son was obsessed with protecting his daughter and had different thoughts, he was simply an unreasonable person, picking flowers and stealing hearts, specifically taking away the hearts of girls, I don't know how many men's love nerves were crushed, and he deserved to die, and the willow wood stood on the top of the palace fifty meters outside.

It is really a great blessing in life to witness his death, the bastard thing actually made the old man fall down, this time the old man broke your heart, liver and lungs to make up for the regret, maybe you can eliminate the knot in your heart and go further, go to death! Tang Qi angrily hit the soul nail and took it straight to the throat, and the "silk" lightning attacked.

This seat wants to tear you apart and then break the bones and ashes, bastard, you dare to take away your daughter's heart and abandon it, your daughter thinks of you as an idiot, you don't think about tea and dinner, you are ashamed and humiliated, and you will be crushed into meat and die, Xiang Wu hates into the bone marrow, and tries his best to punch out, "boom" and take the head.

Idiot, white, on the verge of death and still laughing, hum, this is your smile when you say goodbye to the world? No, he has been laughing all the time, could it be that he is laughing at hundreds of martial arts sects who can't kill him? Phew, absolutely impossible, maybe it's to laugh at us for living in vain, without his amorous touch, it's worth dying, bastard, you damn it! Qiu Lao felt abnormal and thought constantly, and while resentful, he closed left and right, and continuously blasted out his fist and went straight to his chest.

Hey, no, his face seems to have been seen in this palace somewhere, why can't he remember? It's really strange, when did this palace provoke him, the god of killing, is it because the beautiful woman who was kidnapped yesterday angered him? Fortunately, he is about to die, and all the beauties belong to this palace, hmph, this palace is bound to take all the beauties from all over the world to raise the palace, hum, everything belongs to this palace, Li Tao looked at him with resentment and smiled.

What's going on? Something is wrong, that sword is strange, and the soul mind can't lock it, how is this possible? What is the material of that sword? It must be a good treasure, and the strength will definitely double if you take it, Fang Lao sensed that it was abnormal, and activated his thinking, and tried his best to hit the Vajra Fist.

True Evil Sect, he actually raised his arm slowly, dozens of martial arts sects couldn't imprison him with soul thoughts, what are you kidding? It must be dazzling, such a dense Gang energy and soul thoughts can crush even immortals can't escape, you are dead, Bai Lao felt confused in his heart.

It's not good, his hair and robe are slightly bulging, and he actually has the potential to break free, how can he have this kind of feeling? It must be an illusion, this kind of formation is not a problem to bombard a martial king, could it be that the spatial turbulence perception is wrong? No, his momentum of breaking free is getting stronger and stronger, what's the matter? Yin Laohu was uncertain.

What will be the effect of dozens of martial arts sects beating him to death? The skin and flesh will be opened, the bones will be shattered, and finally it will turn into steam and dissipate or will the blood splash in the prince's palace? Hmph, damn the white-haired prodigal, you dare to go against this emperor, but it came just in time, just use your blood to deter the grass on the wall outside, who dares to disobey this emperor, and the bones and ashes turn into air, Li Yan is smiling and slandering.

Nima, is it really unfavorable for the passing years, and the white-haired prodigal son is so hateful? This master's sensing ability has not faded, and all kinds of hideous, greedy, and hateful faces outside are all in the induction, almost hitting every nerve at the same time as the painful torture all over the body, the pain is unbearable, as if it has been a thousand years, and death is so uncomfortable, but this master will never admit defeat.

Revenge has not been avenged, dreams have not been realized, love has not been continued, how can he die? This master is unwilling, vowing to break through the sky and kill all evil enemies, to this master, break, flash, Wang Huo tried his best to cast the dragon roar sword, trying to escape from death.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and dozens of martial arts soul thoughts were rolling, and all kinds of strength instantly gathered in one place, "boom, boom, boom ......" exploded, directly shattering the white-haired prodigal son into a huge white internal energy shock wave that shattered the entire hall, as bright as the scorching sun, dazzling and painful.

The impact ** and the place turned into powder one after another, spreading and impacting in all directions, chasing after one after another flashing figures and crushing over, "boom, boom, boom" within more than 300 meters, the whole world trembled and deafened.

"It's over, he's dead, young and unknown, it's a pity to die, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Zhen Ya whispered almost silently, the last ray of hope in her heart came to naught, and the whole person was sluggish, as if she was dozens of years old all of a sudden, crumbling, can the Zhen family continue the bloodline inheritance? Zhen Li stretched out her hand to support her sister, tears streaming down her face.