Legend of Fu Yao - v7 Chapter 11

That one is exhausted.

Yuanbao adults closed their eyes and waited for the blood after the pain.

“咔嚓”.

The teeth suddenly met one thing, and then they heard a “squeaky” sound, and the salty liquid poured out from the mouth. However, the pain was not their own, and the pain did not come as expected. Even the liquid was not my own.

When the Yuanbao adults blinked, they saw the fingers in the mouth and saw the Meng Fu Sha under the hanging.

I heard her clearly anxious but pretending to make a relaxed smile, said: “Grandma’s you use such a great strength to do hair? Kill me -“

She smiled, her face was white and terrible. The ingot was so screaming that she had seen it, but she did not dare to reach for it. It was like a belly. She was afraid that she would burst when she touched it. She had to resist the endless. The sword net pays attention to the ingot, but at the moment of turning around, when I look back, I see the ingot biting my tongue. I can’t do anything under the cracks of my heart. I don’t want to hang it upside down, and I put my finger into his mouth with lightning.

One bite and pain in the heart and lungs, the strength is extremely fierce, Meng Fu shakes instantly understand that Yuanbao is not an ordinary bite, it is to be self-satisfied!

why?

Yuanbao adults looked at her, and there was no way to answer her question. Zhang opened her mouth and Huoran fell backwards.

Meng Fu shook his hand and took it quickly, and picked it up quickly. He was shocked when he got his hand. The body of the ingot was cold and drenched, and the heavy hair was corrected. The hand feel… that feeling…

She jumped in her heart, but she didn’t have time to think about it. She quickly put it in her sleeves. The pain in her fingers was severe. When she saw that her fingertips had been bitten halfway, she couldn’t fall off. There, it was shocking when I touched it.

This battle is a dangerous place, hanging a fingertip is too inconvenient, Meng Fu shakes two words, the sword is cut and cut off!

The blood of the broken fingertips splashed, flowing through the black “弑天” knife face, and the dark shadows flashed in the vague.

Meng Fu shakes the face and does not change the color. The fingertips that have been broken are wrapped in the ice and snow remaining in the hood behind the body, and they are stuffed into the arms.

It was such a slash and a wrap, and the speed of Meng Fu’s shaking was only a few moments of the eyes. The upper sword net lost its obstruction, and it was cut and cut to her heart.

When Meng Fu fell, he knew that he had to be injured when he saved the Yuanbao himself, but he also refused to take care of it.

“Hey!”

The sound of gold and iron slammed the sound, and a golden light passed through the air, and some golden hairs floated down.

The expected sword did not fall, Meng Fu shakes the reaction very fast, and even the eyes have not turned upside down in the air, has been separated from the scope of the sword pursuit.

I opened my eyes and saw the golden light flying, and returned to her arms.

It was the nine tails that had been shrinking in her arms. Seeing that the sword was the first to be unlucky, I was afraid of myself. I quickly jumped out and blasted the sword with my own tail that was stronger than steel.

The tip of the sword is blocked, and the length of the nine-tailed loser is slightly faint.

And the master who saved his life took a shot to show contempt.

When Jiuwei’s grievances went back, Meng Fu’s thoughts and thought that he was too much, touched it gently, and wanted to see the status of the ingot. If there is any mistake in this treasure, what other faces does she have to see the Promise?

However, in this battle, she never had a chance to breathe.

Jianguang once again came, and the cut was like the wind, but there was another change under the body.

Meng Fu shakes the knife in front, and the whole body is infused with the body. The black blade is getting brighter and brighter. When it is finally turned, it turns into a white color. The whole body is translucent, and the faint white light spreads out from the blade. Generally spread slowly, getting bigger and brighter, illuminating her body within a radius of three feet.

The internal force from the highest level of “breaking the nine 霄”, combined with the essence of the real power of the thundering jade, the wind and the moon, will break through this thick darkness.

Meng Fu Sha has already mobilized all his energy.

She originally thought about retaining the strength. After all, there were four battles. I don’t want to exhaust the power in the first round. It’s harder to support. But now, looking at this situation, these four situations are more difficult than she imagined. It combines the essence of martial arts tactics and illusionary tactics. The illusion of reality cannot be taken lightly. What is the strength to retain the four levels? If you can’t pass the customs, what are you talking about? What do you want to achieve?

The knife is like snow, and it is swept in the air.

There is something vaguely reflected in the knife light, but Meng Fu Sha is too late to see.

Under the sound of the sound of the cymbal, the thick black mud, has been ticking out a human figure, slow, sticky, dragging, from the depths of the nine deep, drilled out.

The man was covered in mud, but his face was not stained with dirt. The face looked a bit strange at first glance. When he saw it again, Meng Fu shook his body and was almost stabbed again by the sword.

It turned out to be a war Nancheng!

The Emperor of Heaven who died under her all-encompassing plan battled Nancheng!

He stared coldly at Meng Fu Sha, a robes were stained with blood, standing under the gray light and shadow of the mud, slowly reaching out, screaming: “…Meng Tongling, you are pushing your heart, one With trust… you have hidden your heart, murder our country, kill me!”

He leaned his head and a **** hole in his throat. For example, he suddenly opened a **** mouth, and the neck couldn’t fall and sway. The blood hole suddenly became as if it were a secret **** eye. .

Staring at such an “eye”, it feels like there are 10,000 squats crawling on the back. Meng Fu swayed and remembered that the sword on the neck was probably the shot of the cloud mark, a thin and profitable, narrow wound.

Under the mud, the south of the battlefield rises, full of hateful smiles, to catch the ankle of Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes across the sky, and the knife flashes in his hand.

A **** skull rolled out of the mud!

“Murdering a younger brother, intending to dye a stepmother – you are such a shameless dog, whether it is a ghost or a ghost, the old lady sees it once!”

The skull rolled over the silt and did not sink. He still screamed and said: “You seek my country and kill me!”

Meng Fu shook a cold sweat on his forehead, and the heart of this mixed account, died and still uneasy, this tone of voice is too fresh, and when I saw it, it really scared her, is this the true soul, or is it fake?

She just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt that something was wrong, the head was cut, why did the body not fall?

As soon as he raised his hand and slammed the sword net that was chasing it all the time, Meng Fu Sha had not had time to look back and felt that his body was heavy. When he saw the robe, he did not know when he was caught by a muddy hand. The next person measured the yin: “Meng Fu shakes… You framed the king in the case of witchcraft, and you were quiet in the night, asking yourself, but what did you know?”

Meng Fu shook his head, and the headless man changed his costume. It was the sinner’s clothing when he was on the guillotine. It was the same time that she personally sent the war to the North Heng, and the head of the war Nan Cheng who had just cut it out, I don’t know. When has become the head of the War North Heng, the bones rolled over, smirking and biting her robe.

“You are deceiving even the dead, are you ashamed?”

The sky is full of blood, and the daytime is the blood of the royal family in the light rain on the dragon platform. The blood of the royal family is splashed in the light and shadow of the bamboo curtain. The blood is in full swing, and a thick blood curtain is squirming in front of her eyes. Embracing, enrolling, and encircling her.

“Snapped!”

Meng Fu shakes a knife and smashes the head of the battle of North Heng, and shoots a flat that can’t see anything.

“You even count on your brother, are you ashamed?”

Blood gas smashed, gray and black mist and red blood gas staggered, such as the midnight cold wind swept away the gray red two-color account, after the account, the scene changed, the city of the city, the pale man, the eyebrows opened a little red, Man The flower is splashed like a flower.

Loyal to the war Nancheng, but was transferred from the imperial camp by Meng Fu, and finally in the head of the capital city, died in Meng Fu shake the package under the Royal Camp commander Xie Wei!

He said that Meng Fu shakes, he said: “Haze the villain! Xie Mou has lost to you! You have indiscriminately killed innocent!”

Meng Fu’s face changed and he kicked and kicked him.

“Everyone is their master, no complaints!”

Xie Tao’s body flew out, and when he came back, he shot it back. When he came back, it was faster than the original, and he dragged a grayish smoke behind him.

When I saw the smoke, Meng Fu’s heart was shaken, and the smoke suddenly showed the face of the smoke and the yellow face. He had a blood hole on his shoulder and his chest, or the rainy night before the death. Laughing, the flash of a thin finger has already caught the heart of Meng Fu, and the wind is so strong that it is not the weak threat caused by the first three people with low martial arts.

Meng Fu shook his body like a scorpion, and went around the smoke to kill himself. The punch was fierce, and the thick mud also brought the deep ditch. The smoke smashed his body and leaned over the top of the head to chase down Meng Fu. Sword net.

The yin test is a smile, and a ghost actually has martial arts during his birth. When the smoke kills his body, he has already swept out the scope of the sword net. The blue smoke generally wanders around Meng Fu, and laughs and laughs: “Shameless villain , set up assassination!”

Meng Fu’s knife light is bright, and the jade wall is generally a glimpse. It crashes before the smoke kills, and blocks his claws. The smoke killer has just shrunk, and the jade white light shadows Meng Fu shakes silently and through. The hand took the old thing out.

“Now I can kill you 10,000 times!”

The smoke kills like a smog of smoke, and the yellowish smoke suddenly turns into red light. In the red light, one person is fierce and glamorous, and reaches out and pushes Meng Fu to the next push.

Meng Fu shakes his body and slams his back. When he falls, he slams his back and screams: “Hey! You and I have gotten a grudge, go away!”

The man behind him screamed and said: “You are scared to death, you are scared!”

Meng Fu shakes his lips, does not look back, and draws a shadow of the sky: “Chen Yan is shocked to come to me!”

“I am coming to you!” The moonlight flashed a flash. “You take me, grab our country, you are an illegitimate daughter!”

Meng Fu shakes the black hair on the forehead, and takes a knife and crosses it. He takes a picture of Feng Jing Fan Shengsheng, who has a long **** hole in his eyes. “Roll! False Lotus!”

The laughter is endless, Xuanyuan, non-smoke, Zhong Zening, Yu Heng… Those who die directly or indirectly under her hand are all from the depths of Jiu’s deep, and with the help of the ten-foot deep pool, The yin is heavily entangled in Meng Fu.

Some of these people will not be martial arts, but more of a generation of masters. The nine secluded arrays have extremely brilliant reflections of some of their martial arts during their lifetime. This has caused Meng Fu to become exhausted under Lien Chan.

Come and go, all the grievances of this road meet, in the rotation of the magical Dafa, lead Meng Fu to gradually confuse the thoughts, and fall into the abyss of the nightmare.

Legend has it that no one can live in the four halls of the temple. Many people have died in the first sect in the first pass, and they dare to squat in the four realms. They are all martial arts heroes. Whose hands are not infected with blood? Who has no life debt? And when the nine secluded circumstances, see those souls who died in their own hands, come and go again and again in front of themselves, all the enemy, the ghosts entangled, and how many people can persist in the end?

Strong minds such as Meng Fu, have come to collapse.

She did not know that she had persisted in the longest period of the upgraded version of the nine-secret environment, and she only knew that she was exhausted in the endless battle.

Do all the people who have killed have to come over?

Really, I knew that I killed a few people at the beginning…

I must convert to my Buddha after I go out…

Meng Fu shakes, rises, slashes, and evades… In her gray and black mist, her figure traverses and strikes like lightning, and the milky white knives illuminate a bright imprint in the fog. However, the offensive is endless, and the enemies of life and death are successive. Going back, not giving a slight gasping of the heart, so that the beginning of the Lingtai Qing Ming Meng Fu, under the fatigue of Lien Chan, gradually invaded by the demons.

So many people… so many people…

Killed so many people and killed so many people…

Along the way, killing all the way…

Such a life… so **** life…

How much more to kill? How many people do you still have to die? This road is a bone, a mountain, a burden of thousands, and who is the heart of it…

She gasped and rushed, her body falling, and her moves were getting messy.

There was a heavier gasping voice behind him.

When Meng Fu shook back, he saw an open **** mouth, his tongue was bitten, his blood fell down his chin, and the drip settled on the mud.

Meng Fu Sha has formed a conditional reflex, and I don’t want to wave it out. The action is in the first step of consciousness, and then the electro-optic flash in the brain suddenly reminds me of who this is.

De Wang!

The protagonist of the great-grandchild!

Meng Fu shakes his hands.

How can she unscrupulously smash the head of the long-lost father’s father? Even if it is a phantom!

The knife she slashed in the air, and before she smashed the head, she pulled back, and the raging force instantly hit the heart, and the throat was a bit of blood.

The blood spurted out, the movement was slow, and the king smiled, and the sword light crossed the top.

Behind him, there is no more to avoid.

※※※

The nine secluded souls are entangled with blood, and the Evergreen Temple is quiet and peaceful.

The northeast corner of the temple, the Jialou Luodian.

“You have performed well recently.” King Kaloulou holds the teacup and looks at the tight King of the King who sat down at the bottom. “The Lord is dead, now is your rare opportunity, don’t miss it.”

Tight Nao Luo was half-shouldered in the chair: “Yes.”

“Our Skywalker is the one who suffers the most in the temple, but the status is not the highest.” The king of Kaloulou is dissatisfied. “With your status, you have not been able to enter the three halls. It’s not that this time the Lord has done this deceit to destroy the ancestors, I am afraid that there is still no day for us to come.”

“It’s a good time to go out.” Tightly, Wang Luo laughed. “The elders have a regular meeting today and once again mention that I have mastered the Yaksha Department. This time the attitude of the Lord has not been so determined.”

“How much old things should consider the future of the temple.” King Kalouro sneered. “The Lord is like that. He still counts on him to pick up? Jokes.”

Tightly, Na Luo laughed and said nothing.

“If he repeats again, I am not afraid to give him a warning.” Jialuluo Wang Senran said, “Is it always a soft persimmon?”

“What do you mean?” Tight Na Luo Wang looked up.

“And look at it, if you can pass it on to you, you don’t have to worry about anything.” Kaloulou Wang Zhengsi said, “I will wait for you to help you, don’t let down the expectations of the day.”

“Yes.”

“That’s it, do things well.” King Kaloulu got up and suddenly looked at the direction of the mountain of God, intentionally or unintentionally. “The man… nailed there, although the lord has a decree that will not hurt his life. But under severe injuries, it is not overwhelmed, maybe… can’t live for a long time?”

The eyes of the King of Narro flashed, hesitantly said: “Maybe…”

King Kalouro is satisfied with the smile.

“Just… how to explain?”

“Don’t die and die.” King Kaloulu smiled. “The winner is king. Once you win, the Lord does not choose who you choose? Once you are the Lord, who do you have to explain to?”

“……Yes!”

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After nine days, the wind of the gods is refreshing, still above the high heavens, without stars and no moon.

The shifting disciples were busy going down the mountain, still not noticed a black shadow meteor, and plunged into the ice hole.

“Are you ok?”

The long-term grandson opened his eyes, and he looked weaker, but his expression remained the same, a smile: “Well.”

The black masked man glanced at the blood ice that had condensed in his wounds, his eyes flashed a bit of pain, and he carefully slammed it up with his hands, and the palms rose to the heat, and the cold nails and chains were baked hot.

The blood melted and the hand was touched. The man clenched his fingers and his breath was short.

Instead, the grandson smiled and comforted: “… why bother with this, and then condense again…”

The masked man did not speak, the scorpion outside the face towel flickered, and he took out a pill and fed him to eat. The long-term grandson had a head and said: “Don’t waste…”

“Nothing wastes, no waste, I just want you to be alive.”

“What about her?” The great-grandchild is only concerned about this issue, “…is it smooth…”

The masked man closed his eyes and whispered aloud: “Can you care more about yourself?”

“I…it’s like this.” The grandson laughed innocently. “You again…hang my heart…who really want me to die here?”

“The big array has been changed.” The masked man hesitated for a long while, and he did not say it, but he could not bear the glory of the grandson. He had no choice but to help. “I can’t sneak in, I feel in the distance, it seems that the situation is not very good, even Yuanbao. and also……”

The long-term grandson shocked the earthquake and touched the wound and snorted. The man hurriedly held him down. He said: “I think of a way… I will find a way…”

The long-term grandson has calmed down and sighed softly. “I know… you don’t have to… reluctantly.”

“No.” The man gently gripped his cold hand and repeated warmth in his palm. “I always…willing…”

The great-grandchild has no movement and closes his eyes.

“There is still something…” The man raised his foot and attached it to his ear. He said a few words in a low voice. The long-term grandson was silent and heard. “Well,” he asked, “How do you do this?”

The man bit his teeth and hesitated.

“Nothing.” The great-grandfather touched the hand in the palm of his hand. Only the moment that the warm palm was slightly sweating, he comfortably held the finger and said: “Although…do it, I…nothing.”

Then he let go of his hand, and the masked man stood in the ground, rubbing his fingers, as if to deeply appreciate the approach and warmth of the moment.

After a long time, I said low: “I am leaving…”

The long-term Sun Wuji smile is faint: “Be careful.”

The masked man hesitated for a while before he hurriedly turned away. The black figure just disappeared under the cliff, and the smile on the face of the great-grandchild has faded.

He whispered: “Shake…”

The situation is not good for her, he has to fight hard.

Slightly looking up, in the cracking of the ice wind in the midst of a sneak peek, he suddenly turned his head and looked around.

The ice cave is transparent and unobstructed. The long-term vision of the great-grandchildren is like looking for something.

The moonlight that was seen above the high heavens was sprinkled under the armor and pulled out a long reflection.

Due to the position and angle of the nine-day shackles, the moonlight is not seen all the year round. Only August 15th of each year will sneak into the moonlight.

The moonlight came from a long distance, illuminating the present, and leaving people alone.

The grandson has a pale face, as this moon is cool.

The long days and the bright moon, the people and the moon are two rounds, but he and the supporter, one is stuck in the mountains, one is trapped in the nine secluded, heart-felt, but not reunion.

Maybe even… no more seeing.

The crisis is raging, and the killing of the gas force, both of them are destined to hang on the line, in the fate of the fate and opportunity.

However, how can one’s own destiny be in the hands of others?

The long-term gaze of the great-grandmother, slowly walked along the moon shadow, and then fell on the left wall.

There, I don’t know when to put on a cluster of moonlight. It seems that there is no strange wall on weekdays, but now it seems surprisingly shining.

The long-term Sun Wuji eyes flashed and immediately looked at the criminal frame.

The ice hole is not round, although the criminal frame is in the middle, but it is closer to the left wall, but it is still not enough in his current position.

The left hand is crucified, and the long nail penetrates. If you want to get close to the hole wall, you must traverse it. That means you have to be stretched by the long nails, pull the musculoskeletal muscles, and open the wrist veins.

If you accidentally lose blood and die, it will be inevitable.

The long-term Sun Wuji looked at the position, counted the distance, and then suddenly put his hand down!

Blood rushes, pulling on the long nails and deeply penetrating the longitudinal injury, has been faintly transmitted.

The wrist is split, but it has been able to move slightly and avoid the position of the artery.

The long-term Sun Wuji did not take a look, adjusted the position of the spikes, slowly traversed, and the fingertips touched the hole wall a little.

Every move is a tear that runs through, and the left shoulder is tearing. The blood drops and falls, and the more and more urgency, the slip along the spikes, the red coat, and the accumulation under the arm. A pool of bright red.

The long-term grandson is only calm, and he does not hesitate to go in that direction, with great patience, to endure this torture-like pain, slowly tear the skin, and slowly move forward with flesh and blood until the fingertips suddenly cool. Touched the cold wall.

The long-term grandson screamed for a long breath, and this moment was immersed in cold sweat, mixed with blood and falling.

The wall of the cave was covered with ice. With the strength of the great-grandchild, there was no way to break the ice. He returned his hand and took his own blood and squatted on the wall.

The blood gradually melted the ice layer, and the blood and water under the **** handprints mixed with blood and water. The fingers of the great-grandchildren finally touched one thing.

With a glimpse of his finger, he slowly pulled out the wall that had been buried for nine days in the cave for hundreds of years, except that he did not know its existence and well-preserved.

Wipe your hands on the ice wall, carefully hold the soft silk thread on the palm of your hand, and the long-term grandson is sighing with a sigh of relief, revealing a smile that is so painstakingly settled.

Shake… believe me…

Whenever…wherever… I can protect you.

Then he fainted.