The Dangerous Cultivator

However, Kong Feng did not expect that there would be a time when he was in a desperate situation. He knew better that the monster could not be stimulated at the moment, and watched how the monster could deal with the crisis at hand.

At the same time, he did not forget to convey the word, and promised again.

Although the East China Sea is a place outside the law, the glory of the Holy Court cannot shine, but the power of the Holy Court is ultimately the first force in the world, and it is well applied to the East China Sea.

What's more, Kong Feng is well-known to everyone, and when he promised, he did not forget to remind everyone of two things.

The first is to destroy Wang Qianqiu, and the glory that comes with it.

The second is that Wang Qianqiu went all the way and launched a killing ring. I do n’t know how much wealth is stored in Xumi Ring, it is a mobile treasure house.

For a time, the monks swelled their blood, but were clear-headed.

No one doubts that Wang Qianqiu's combat power will be stupid enough to fight alone with him, and no one will be stupid enough to fall into a formation.

Since the arrival of three men and women, they have always maintained a state of formation and are ready to launch attacks at any time.

"Since there is a battle, all the heads will report their names, and the unnamed ghost will not die under a certain sword."

Xu Yi said coldly.

He is fanning the flames.

Even with seven thousand swords in his body, the situation in front of him is very dangerous.

If the three-party formation meets, he may be able to highlight the siege, but it will never be too easy, or it will cause a mess.

He had to fan the field first, and try to get the leaders to finish themselves bragging first.

Sure enough, he asked, the leaders of the three parties, all reported.

The leader in the south is the bell master of Qinghai Gate, the monk Dian Yuan, and the self-support is the guest outside the house.

The leader of the west, but Mr. Tu, a talker of a demon hunter's square, is very cold and low-key.

To the north are two people, one who observes the Tianjushi and the other who calls the East China Sea Buddha, constantly fighting between words.

Xu Yilang whispered, "Sure enough, none of them are anonymous. Wang is lucky to be a hero of the East China Sea today. It is also a blessing. The battle between you and Wang will surely spread the world, but I don't know which one first came to fight Wang. "

Suddenly, the needle drop across the court was audible.

In particular, the previous self-registration numbers are not particularly interesting.

The situation at hand is a visible victory, but when asked by the surname Wang, they really ca n’t connect.

Then he heard Xu Yidao again, "It seems that none of you have the confidence to fight against Wang Mou, let alone, when you come in three groups of people, Wang will fight with you in turn. I don't know which one comes first?"

Even if he intentionally avoids encirclement, the words can be arrogant in Xu Laomo's mouth.

"Don't be polite with him. The surnamed Wang will be the most confused. He is obviously afraid of your encirclement, deliberately."

The spectator of Kong Feng was clear. He wished that Xu Yi immediately died on the spot, and rushed to the master of the bell, Mr. Tu and others spread their thoughts and urged them to embrace.

But in the end, the famous people in the East China Sea have their own signs and brand names, and they are so busy that they really can't save their face.

Especially the Guantianjushi and the East China Sea Buddha, who have always been elevating on the cliff, have also sent their thoughts to Kong Feng at the same time. Dan Qiang came, otherwise it would be difficult to please.

Kong Feng heard that he didn't vomit blood on the spot. If they didn't have to work hard, he would yell and curse on the spot.

At this moment, there were several figures floating, leading the man in white fluttering and personable, it was a handsome boy, but behind them were four beautiful girls, each holding a piano, holding a fan, a transverse flute, Grip.

"Nine sons of Yuan Family!"

"It's from the Yuan family!"

"It is rumored that Jiu Gongzi has asked the swordsman a set, and it has already reached 10%. He is the outstanding disciple of the Yuan family. He is also here."

"........."

Yuan Jiu's son fluttered in the wind, standing proudly in the void, and the four beautiful girls stood quietly behind him.

"Which one is Wang Qianqiu, Yuan Mou came to test the sword, and the unrelated people all dispersed."

The son of Yuan Jiuji just opened his mouth, and Xu Yi was consciously exposed to the strong middle and second wind.

The Yuan family's status in the East China Sea, however, greatly surpassed the northern court.

Yuan Jiu's son only appeared, and I don't know how many people salute him.

Kong Feng was so mad that he passed on his thoughts to Yuan Jiujiu. "Jiugzi was retreating fast. This man was so mad that even Kong Tengyun was lost in his hands. The old man was also seriously injured and Jiuzi was unwilling to take risks."

He thought that the situation was more sinister. When he could scare Jiu Gong out of the blue, he didn't know that Jiu Gong had no idea what he was afraid of since he was born. He immediately said, "I ’m here now, I have heard of it, Middle-earth. Cai Jun is headed by Xiong Beiming and Wang Meihua. When he comes, I have to come to the meeting for a while. Your holy tribe children are incompetent, so you can learn how to see my Yuan family. "

"Don't forget, this place is in the East China Sea, and the Holy Land in the north is playing around in Middle-earth. There may not be my Yuan family here. Mr. Kong, it ’s good to see me and Wang Meihua confronting each other. It's all up. "

"Of course, if Mr. Kong dares to make waves, Yuanmou will let Mr. Kong know that this East China Sea area is different from the Northbound Holy Court. Mr. Kong does n’t have to worry about it. It is Yuanmou ’s sword for three thousand days. Today, If you meet a swordsman, you can let it go. "

puff!

Kong Feng vomited blood and was severely hit instantly. Even Xu Yi's seven thousand swords never made him so painful.

Yuan Jiuzi's conscious and sincere words and phrases, listening to Kong Feng's ears, were like a sharp knife and spear in his heart.

Kong Feng's vomiting blood, Yuan Jiujia was touched a bit, spreading his thoughts, "You have been hurt this way, but you still care about Yuan, of which you are deeply affectionate, Yuan wrote down, and watch Yuan to avenge you ! "

"Report you hemp ..."

Kong Feng screamed angrily, spitting blood, and passed out.

Yuan Jiu's son couldn't figure out the situation, and was too lazy to care about him. He said loudly, "Today, there is a battle between Wang Mouhua and Wang Meihua. No one can join in. You can use photo-beads to print and watch privately, but it is forbidden to spread. Yuanmou fought with Wang Meihua for his name. I just want you to know that the battle today is purely a collision of swordsmanship between two Kendo masters. "

Xu Yi felt only a dull feeling in his chest. He suddenly realized why Kong Feng had stabilized his injury, and started to spit blood without warning.

He suspected that if the two young people continued to spray, he would also be unable to resist.

"Come and come, you go first!"

Xu Yi suppressed the depression in his heart and urged his voice regardless of the system.

With a whistle of Cangyu, a piece of autumn water appeared in the palm of Yuan Jiu's son, and a pure white French pattern on the sword's body suddenly appeared.

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