There was a bang, the hustle and bustle was like thunder, Fang Yin woke up in an instant, but he still couldn't help himself, and truly turned into a helpless fallen leaf in the wind, a lonely boat without sails and oars in the sea. The wind and waves are irreversible, the power cannot be appropriate, the hands and feet are at a loss and lose their opinions, and they don't know where they are. Suddenly, he returned to reality from the dream, his body instinctively resisted it, he didn't know the mess and panic under his feet, he only felt that something in his hand was wet and cold, Ke Wu! Ke Wu sword is here! Fang Yin has not been defeated! Long Zhen! Long Zhen is also here! Fang Yin has not been defeated! The pressure has plummeted, and he is free, Fang Yin is retreating, and Fang Yin is out of his sword!

Break the shackles of fate!

Between the snap of his fingers, Fang Yin's countermeasures have been there, the palm wind is invisible and qualitative, the sword wind is qualitative and invisible, cut it! Break it! Cut him to pieces! It was still a heavy pressure, which made Fang Yin breathless, but the more he slashed, the more he slashed, the more he slash Is this a joke enough of it? Is this a pity for the weak? What is Fang Yin doing, is all this really worth it? Fang Yin heard it, Fang Yin was also thinking, but there seemed to be something calling Fang Yin in the dark: "It's worth it! It's worth it! Come on!" It was the traction of the hand of fate, which made Fang Yin go up against the wind again, swinging his sword like chopping waves, but he didn't have time to think about it again.

Everything was in the blink of an eye, and Daoist Fang's mind was flexible and timely, which made the Dragon Sect Master have some appreciation. Of course, it's still a game to play, everything is under Long Zhen's control, and Long Zhen is up to him step by step, step by step, swinging his sword against the trend and slowly approaching, and what he is dealing with is still the ever-changing, one palm. One step forward, one point more pressure, one step forward, one point more pressure, clothes Jewish hunting long hair flying. When Fang Yin got close, he saw that the person was in front of him, so he slashed with a sword.

The sword is not as good as the palm, only an inch!

Don't move an inch!

Why! Before he could change his mind, there was a strong surge, and he was domineering and domineering, but this time Fang Yin was sober, and Fang Yin was sober, watching him get farther and farther away from him, and he was unstoppably retreating and retreating, and he was generally staggering and embarrassed, and went straight to the southeast corner along the same road! In fact, Shaoqing stopped and settled down, no more, no less, just right-

Or a corner.

Yes, Fang Yin understood, and everyone also understood, the reason why Fang Yin was able to fight back against the trend was because Long Zhen allowed him to fight back against the trend, everything was under Long Zhen's control, and Fang Yin was simply doing useless work back and forth in vain. The left and right winds are like barriers, Fang Yin can't break through, people are between heaven and earth, Fang Yin can't escape, there is a way to retreat behind him, Fang Yin can't jump off the stage early to admit defeat and admit defeat, and save embarrassment, save people from showing jokes like this, save him from humiliation.

Defeated.

There is no wind passing, there is no wind rising Qingping, there is not the slightest chance, even if you are red-eyed, even if you go hard.

Go down in flames!

No one spoke anymore, nothing could be said.

The palm of the hand, still there, condensed and constant, seemed to announce something.

"Brother Fang Yin! Brother Fang Yin!" "Wu Chan came back, Wu Chan came back with Huba Cilen in his arms and shouted and rushed from afar, ho ho laughed ho Fang Yin didn't see it, Fang Yin didn't hear it, Fang Yin once again waved the sword in his hand and rushed over-

Under the control of the hand of fate, the moth finally pounced on the flames!

There is only one reason, it is a kind of mysterious and mysterious, irresistible silent call in the dark, Fang Yin has no choice. That's the case, if Fang Yin's temperament had already jumped off the stage or sat on the spot, if he lost, he would lose, if he was embarrassed, he would be ashamed, he would not die, there was nothing remarkable. But what was waiting for Fang Yin there, or a little aura, lingering in his mind, dancing happily left and right, wanting to break through but not breaking-

A touch of familiarity, like the wind passing, like the wind rising green.

As soon as I thought of it, it was a choice, forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward! Forward, Forward! Forward,

It's still the same way, this time it's very different, there is no way to distinguish between good and evil, and compassion sets yin and yang!

This time, when it was five zhang away, Fang Yin was no longer able to advance an inch! The person was still struggling to support, the sword could not be wielded, the body hair and skin were all together, and the clothes were trembling and twisting and struggling under the majesty, and the internal breath was rushing, and the qi and blood were boiling and like ten thousand insects and ants devouring together, for a while, it was an internal and external attack, and it was sour and painful! Why was it that at this point, Fang Yin didn't have time to think that the power of the dragon's palm was far more than that, and suddenly the Dao Dao Wind Knife and Wind Sword condensed and transformed into a form mixed with the vast and boundless palm power, and shot out: "Ah―――――――――――――――――――― ”

This sound was not called by Fang Yin, Fang Yin couldn't scream if he wanted to.

Yes, yes! There is no grace, only broken! Life comes from hard work, when people die, people eat their flesh, hard work, what do you say this is! Clothes are torn! Hair is torn! Flesh and skin are broken! Blood is broken! One palm is a thousand knives and thousands of spears and stabs, but he taught Fang Yin how to deserve it! In an instant, his body was numerous, his hair and clothes were torn and his clothes danced in the air, and his upper body was naked in an instant, and his skin and flesh were blurred! Who was screaming? Whose heart was shocked? Who was bleeding? Whose eyes were red? No! It was a long roar: "Brother Fang Yin!" Yes! Wuzen went crazy and seemed to rush forward, and he didn't know that he was still holding Huba Cilen -

Brothers are of the same heart, and their profits are golden!

Decide!

Long Zhen pointed out, and the index finger of his left hand was a little farther away, and he set Wuzen and Huba Cileng together on the stepping stone.

There are dolls and puppets, even if there is no Zen, it is average and vulnerable!

This is Long Zhen!

Thousands of people in the audience were dumbfounded, everyone on the stage stood up, and before they could open their mouths and step forward, they saw a more bizarre and terrifying scene-

Fang Yin turned into a fish.

It was like a fish on a hook, jumping around, drenched in blood, bouncing and trembling all over its body, and moving violently, which can be imagined to be very painful. It was extremely painful, and the strange thing was that Fang Yin's feet were three feet away from the table, and he was confined to the air, but when he saw the bleeding of the seven orifices, the two blood tears were dazzling and scarlet, and the drops were falling down, but they could not fall! But seeing the blood around his body "Peng" turned into ten thousand blood lines and shot out, a little bit of it was in the barrier, but it could not come out! A bloody man was born, forbidden between heaven and earth, and the bright red blood made the invisible space under the vast palm wind finally appear, it was a huge round ball with white and pale red, and no one was seen in the middle of the illusion.

The clouds and mist are shrouded, the weather is thousands, sometimes the dragon soars, sometimes the phoenix dances, sometimes the tiger roars, sometimes the horse gallops, there is heaven and earth and there are plants and trees, there are mountains and rivers and scenery. There is no one, no one, making the sky more lonely and lonely, making the earth more vast and remote, making the clouds and mist that change from time to time like an illusory dream, silently looking at the mountains and rivers of that day, humiliating the absurd person fiercely, coldly mocking reality and mocking the world!

What is this, what is being done?

Long Zhen, what do you want to do?

Life and death are just a thought of Long Zhen, and Long Zhen is only for a promise.

Break!

Everything is at the snap of a finger, shattering the dream bubble: "Ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

Turn stones into gold!

With a roar, the heavens and the earth moved, and the blood stained Lingyuntai! With a bang, the blood-colored ball exploded in the air, and the beautiful, poignant and incomparable brilliance turned into a fierce and fierce bright red shadow in an instant.

Stepping on the void, the sword is in the hand, and the person is like a bloody god and demon with a sword in the head, and cut it down!

"Duh!"