Storm of Kings

The wind is everywhere, without a trace!

When Jian Ying passed, many Golden Dragon Profound Armies reacted and some people attacked themselves.

"Clang clang..."

Dozens of golden filaments burst.

Don't look at them so slender, but extremely tough, the sound of striking the copper tiles when they break, resounding in the streets and alleys.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up!" Chen Feiyun shouted sharply, his figure moving with the wind.

"Damn it, where can I use you to save it?" Dongfang Feiyan was a duck, his mouth stiff.

"Break through!" Young Master Red Fox led the crowd to go out. Chen Feiyun turned into six or seven afterimages as he turned his figure, attacking the surroundings like a clone. The sword in his hand made the sound of wind chanting, as if it played very solemnly. The movement, this is the sword of funeral wind.

"Hold me, and squeeze these three guys to death in the formation!" Lai Xuntian yelled, his figure kept retreating, avoiding the attack of Jian Ying.

"boom……"

Many Profound Armored Cavalry backed away, and the sword power passed by the gale was too strong. Even if they laid a net of heaven and earth, this wind-burial sword would make a reverse in the net of heaven and earth.

"kill!"

"Ding Ding..."

"Clang clang..."

The people on both sides fought hard, seeing a gap, Lord Red Fox and others were about to rush out.

Who knows, this Golden Dragon Profound Armor suddenly turned into a copper wall and iron wall, towering like a mountain, as solid as a golden soup! All because of a person walking forward, standing right in the gap that is about to open.

"Damn it..."

"No, retreat, it's in my heart!" Young Master Red Fox was surprised.

"What? This person is..."

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree!

Geng Huaizhong became famous at the age of fourteen, and there were so many masters in Yuguang City that none of them could teach him, so the young man traveled around the world, not knowing where he went to understand the way of battle!

Regardless of his own skill, the most powerful thing is that as long as someone under his command obeys orders, he can set up a battlefield that few people can break!

"Bang bang bang..." Young Master Red Fox and others were beaten back again.

Geng Huaizhong was indifferent, and he didn't even look at the fox-eyed kid. His eyes collided with Chen Feiyun, and he said coldly: "You know I'm back, so I pushed Qingxiu to Liu Chonghuan, isn't it? Qing? Cultivation is pitiful, what about having a peerless face? But you can't decide your own destiny! Tell me, why is it not me, but Liu Chonghuan? Who is better than me?"

"Hahaha!" The lonely Chen Feiyun suddenly raised his head and laughed, and said: "From then on, I will find flowers and ask willows! I will not talk about staying together for a lifetime. From then on, I will never hold the hand of one person! From now on, there will be no one to grow old!"

"Tsk tusk!" Geng Huaizhong glanced at him contemptuously and said strangely: "What do you mean? It seems very sad! Since Xuntian wants to take your life, then stay here! Don't stumble in the future. "

"The surname Geng, if you want to save our lives, it depends on whether you have the qualifications." Dongfang Feiyan raised his hand and released a hundred small silver bells, floating in the air with a sweet ringing sound.

At the same time, the ten women behind Dongfang Feiyan showed their voices and sang loudly: "Thousands of miles go to the battle, and the mountains are flying. Shuoqi passes on the gold, and the cold shines on the iron clothes. The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years... …The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned in ten years."

The sound of the bell is different, as if a war drum is struck.

The people under the command of the Red Fox and the people around Chen Feiyun became enthusiastic, feeling that he had the strength to make ends meet, and with the blessing of singing, he started a new round of impact.

"The general has died in a hundred battles, and the strong will return in ten years!" Chen Feiyun clenched the sword in his hand and said vigorously, "Brothers, follow me to make you tired. Don't worry, I will let you go away safely!"

"Ang..." The wind is blowing. It is a wind dragon, pulling out the blue wind belt, and killing it straight into Geng's arms like a drill, unexpectedly going to fight it hard to die!

"Oh? There is such an awareness?" Geng Huaizhong slightly narrowed his eyes, and more than a dozen soldiers on the left and right sides raised the crystal halberds, moving forward like scissors staggering forward, to contain Chen Feiyun's attack.

"The funeral wind, excitement, anger..."

The sword in the wind became erratic and majestic, revealing its lofty majesty. When Chen Feiyun stood still, a **** stood behind him!

"Bang bang bang..." The body of the profound armored cavalry who went out to contain Chen Feiyun was shocked, and many small cracks appeared on the profound armor, and blood spurted wildly.

"Not bad! It looks like a man." Geng Huaizhong put his arm behind his head and looked at the battlefield like a theater.

"Bah, this young man hates people who look down on me the most in his life!" The red fox young man flattened the big knife in his hand and turned the hilt hard, and he saw the black light silently killing towards the Golden Dragon Profound Armor.

A weird scene appeared...

It was noon now, it was the brightest moment of the day, but the front of Longmen Inn was gloomy, as if countless ghosts climbed up from the ground, five in groups, ten in groups, swarming up.

"Oh? This ghost knife is quite famous." When Geng Huaizhong was taken aback for a moment, a cavalry was locked by a ghost with a chain, and was taken underground amidst whimpers and strange laughter.

"Cousin, I saw a ghost in broad daylight!" Lai Xuntian widened his eyes and saw many profound armored cavalry struggle hard, but couldn't resist the hordes of ghosts dragging.

"Huh, it seems that this game is about to be ended early!" Geng raised his hand and released a flag, gently waving it to the left, and in a flash, the explosion sounded endlessly.

The Golden Dragon Profound Armor Army moved, and the terrifying killing power became one piece. The chains of the ghosts flew like straws. Where can this powerful army be held?

The young man red fox wailed, the ghost head knife in his hand was full of cracks, and the well-known victorious swords were destroyed by the flag waving in the heart.

"kill!"

As soon as this killing word was uttered, more than 20 heads rolled down, which was a complete slaughter.

"Hahaha, the chicken and dog are vulnerable." Lai Xuntian was very proud, and pointed to Chen Feiyun and said, "How? This is how you offend this uncle."

"Damn it!" Dongfang Feiyan and Young Master Red Fox retreated to Chen Feiyun.

Lai Xuntian laughed wildly: "Flying Cloud Group~www.wuxiaspot.com~Red Fox Group, Feiyan Group? It's so funny, you like grouping so much? Is there a cloud-piercing arrow that will come to meet you? "

"Call someone!" The Red Fox Young Master was really prepared and lit fireworks with a bang, which bloomed over the battlefield.

Dongfang Feiyan was also prepared, and ordered his sisters to take out the bronze mirror, and sparked on the mirror, not knowing where to shine.

"Oh, you really have something to come!" Lai Xuntian was interested, and looked at Chen Feiyun and said, "What about you? You have been so miserable that you can't even call people?"

Chen Feiyun was indifferent, who wanted someone on the roof of Longmen Inn to say: "Hey, is this Feiyun Tuan? My mother, it's really hard to find a broken place. Hurry up and save a group to go to the tomb, man in a hurry."

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