MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 85 Flame phishing

"Do we do something?" In the fierce laughter of Shi Meng, the first of the old whites seemed to be smashed by the mad dog biting his ass.

The white hair was erected, and the old white waved his hands. The slobber screamed: "Six Ye, this guy is simply putting..."

A swearing word has not been finished yet. A strong man of Yan’s family screamed violently. His left hand swayed, and the red arm guard on the left arm sprayed a large flame to form a circle with a diameter of one and a half meters. Fire shield.

The brawny, who is two meters tall, raises his left arm and protects his body with a fire shield. The pace is rambling like a mad bull.

A group of Wu Tie stood behind the crowd, and they were in front of dozens of middle and high-level officials of Dashicheng.

The Yan Jia Zhuang Han suddenly made a difficult attack. These big stone castles were hit by a surprise. Seven or eight strong men wearing armor were screamed by a high-temperature fire shield, and then they were slammed by huge force. .

The old white swearing has come to his lips, and the other's fire shield has come to him.

The white hair curled and burned, and then a thin blue smoke emerged. The high-temperature fire shield is more than one meter away from the old white. The old white hair is sprayed with fine Mars, and several large blisters are baked on his face.

Laobai refused to continue to squat, and he screamed and curled up into a ball, like a ball, slamming, smashing between Wu Tie’s legs with an incredible speed, and several jumps In the dark corner of the hall.

The fire shield made a whispering sound, and it slammed into the witch iron.

Wu Tie snorted: "Inflammatory, is it so great?"

The fists are clenched, and the boxing of King Kong Volt Boxing is unfolding. The muscles of Wu Tie's body are like a stream of water, and the muscles are bulging. Under the skin of the white jade, there is a faint golden light.

A loud scream, Wu iron side of the body, double fists and smashed through the air crit.

It was a loud noise, and the explosion of the gas exploded. The black skin and the iron eighty-eight, standing alone in the side of Wu Tie, all of them were sullen and sullen, squatting backwards and backwards. The weakest black skin is more ears. There is rapid shaking, and blood is constantly flowing out of one ear.

Heavy punches fell on the fire shield.

The fire shield spurted a glaring fire, and the flame raging wrapped the witch's double fist.

Wu Tie’s fist was burnt and the air was filled with a pungent barbecue. On the other side of the big stone city, one by one, his eyes widened, the flames burned, and the flesh and blood were burnt. What a pain?

Witch iron snorted, the body of the Yuanxiao is like two big rivers, rushing out along the double fists.

In the low roar, a golden boxing of the size of the sea bowl spurred out from his fist, and he was heavily hit on the fire shield. The fire shield violently swayed, and a loud noise rang into a thunderous thunderstorm.

Suddenly, the Yan Zhuang Han’s body violently swayed, and every fist fell on the fire shield. His body trembled fiercely, and the body stepped back halfway without control.

Witch iron stepped forward and approached, he groaned low, and a group of golden fists continued to blast.

The fire shield swayed, and there was a burst of fire that shone around. Yan’s brave man squats, and his chest shudders like a sieve. He grins at the iron and iron, and his mouth is constantly bleeding.

With the pure brute force, Wu Tie used the fire shield to shock the internal organs of the great man.

Today, Wu Tie's pure physical strength exceeds 200,000 jins, and with the Yuan dynasty, it has brought several times of increase. He even wrapped his arms in an invisible field and constantly increased the strength and speed of his arms.

Not to mention, King Kong Volt Boxing is awesome and has a terrible increase in efficiency.

Various factors are mixed together, and Wu Tie’s boxing bangs, and the strength of each boxing is more than one million pounds.

But half a breath of time, Wu Tie’s fists are more than one hundred?

The unfortunate sturdy family has suffered hundreds of kilograms of force in just half a breath.

A blood spurted out with a stream of blood, and the body of the sturdy and powerful man constantly heard the bangs and the bangs. He is like an ostrich egg on a forging press, although the eggshell is solid, facing the hammer that crashed down... he is still broken!

The sound of bone breaks eventually sounds like a fried bean.

The red copper arm guards on the left arm of Yan Zhuanghan cracked dozens of cracks, and some red copper fragments fell into the ground.

The strong man spurted blood, his body slammed, and the soft collapse fell to the ground. He widened his eyes, with an incredible horror, staring at the iron and iron.

"Building the foundation...building the foundation..." The blood of the strong man continued to spurt out of his mouth. His tongue squirmed hard and squirmed and uttered the word "building foundation".

From the atmosphere of Wu Tie, everyone present can feel that Wu Tie is only the strength of the foundation, but it is the cultivation of the Yuan Zhen.

However, he used his fists hard and shattered his body in an elite house that had just stepped into a heavy building.

Wu Tie clenched his fists, his fists were burnt and rotten, and the skin of the white jade was burnt and mottled. There were black and red blisters everywhere, especially the scalp epidermis was burnt and the bones were exposed.

The hot air constantly rushed out of the fist, and Wu Tie stood in front of the Yan Jia warrior who fell to the ground and looked down at him.

"Where, this is not the site of your Yan family... You just said, what do you want to do with us? You, want us to die?"

There was no sound in the hall for a while. After two or three breaths, Shi Meng jumped up and raised his left hand with a big axe, and sighed with a sigh of relief: "Dry beautiful... Ha Haha, the **** of the dead family..."

The faces of several soldiers in the presence of Yan’s family suddenly darkened.

At the same time, the big stone city in the hall was cheering at the same time. One by one, they raised their arms and clapped their hands and screamed hysterically.

The person of his own stone family, a young man who built the foundation, actually turned over a warrior!

Yan family!

This is the Yan family!

Among the three major families in the Cangyan domain, the Yan family is known for its **** violent violent and rich warriors.

The madman of the Yan family has always been arrogant. From the perspective of combat effectiveness, the Shijia or Lu family warriors often have three or five people to join forces to fight against a warlord of the same rank.

In the face of so many people, Wu Tie uses a difference in the realm of the realm of the realm.

Just as the flamingo warrior rushed open with a fire shield, the body of the burned Dashi City was madly laughing and shouting, and some people made insulting provocative gestures to other warriors.

The red-haired, red-skinned Yan Jiaqiang suddenly raised his head and snorted.

The snoring sounded like thunder, the heat wave rolled, and huge waves tumbling in the hall. The big stone city was stunned and subconsciously closed.

The red hair spurted the flames, and the Yan Zhuanghan looked at the stone and shouted: "Shi Meng, do you want to fight?"

Shi Mengyi’s axe smashed his chair into two halves. He picked a tall man and pointed at the Yan’s strong man. “Yanbao, you have to fight, then fight... brothers, **** guys, put this A few **** are stuffed into pie stuff!"

The ‘铿锵’ voice was loud, and hundreds of large stone towns in the hall had pulled out their weapons. One by one, 嗷嗷 嚎 将 将 将 将 将 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。

The Yan family warriors pulled out the weapons without showing weakness, and the back-to-back station became a group, and the face of the big stone city screaming around.

The swear words of both sides are like the tides, greeting the female elders and younger generations of each other, and there are various unsexual physiological interactions with the female peers of the other party.

There are even more vulgar guys who slobber toward each other.

Among the more than 100 large stone cities, there are more than 30 people who spit in the water. The soldiers of the Yan family fell in absolute numbers in the number of people. They were suddenly vomited and stumbled, and they all went to the extreme, and they were so angry. Blame.

Yan Bao suddenly rushed to Shi Meng.

Shi Meng did not show weakness of an axe to the Yan Bao smashed the past: "Dry you - milk - milk ... you inflammatory home, still dare to control our stone family thing?"

Yan Pan pulled out the waist hand axe, ‘When he’s slammed the stone axe.

The two men screamed at each other's strengths, and the two large faces, which were also full of cross-cutting meat, gradually came together.

Yan Leong angered: "My little girl can't just die like this... You Shijia, you have to pay the price... those kinds of things, you must die!"

Shi Meng’s mouth smirked toward Yan Bao. “They are all Laozi’s people... Niang’s, thousands of warriors, your Yanbao has such a big face, open this mouth? Hey, I am fierce, when Sold my brother?"

Yan Pan roared, and he banged on the stoney belly.

Shi Meng’s right leg jerked up and his knees slammed into the chest of Yan’s chest.

Shi Meng is three meters tall and more than one meter taller than Yanbao. From the perspective of body shape, Shi Meng has an absolute advantage.

Yan Bao took a stone and a knee, his chest bones blasted, and a **** old stone smashed his face.

"Shi Meng, did not have to discuss?" In the mouth of the leopard, Mars spewed out.

"What is the discussion? Isn't it that you killed a woman in the Yan family?" Shi Meng was unreasonably roaring: "She married the old gray grandson of Shijie, she should die..."

The leopard was so angry that Mars spurted out. He opened his mouth and was about to talk. The black skin was already sneaking around.

The loud noise of ‘嘭’, a strong black squirt in the hands of a black squirt squirted a scorpion.

Yan Bao is stabbing with Shi Meng. His strength is obviously not as good as that of Shi Meng. He is falling into the wind a little bit, and a little bit of stone is pressed backwards to bend back.

The black skin sneak attack is hot and shameless, and the poisoned scorpion has slammed into the back of the Yanbao, and plunged into his body to a full depth.

The black skin and the old white group hooked together, and he smashed the venom of the black-skinned scorpion. In addition to the venom of the secret of the black-skinned group, he was quenched with a little bit of old bones and sold him to the rotten bone marrow.

The rotten bone marrow is very toxic, and the scorpion has just entered the body. On the wound of the leopard, there is a large black smoke spurting out, and a drop of pus is sprayed like a fountain. The inflammation of the leopard was so dark that it could not help but make a scream of screams.

Shi Meng's face became very gloomy.

He looked at the black skin and looked at the seriously injured Panther. He slammed and slammed his mouth and bit it on the neck of Yan Bao.

‘咔嚓’, the neck of Yan’s leopard was bitten by a stone, and the blood was squirting. The body of Yanbao’s body twitched and quickly dissipated. Shi Meng did not hesitate to raise the big axe, and an axe made the Yanbao leopard into two pieces.

"Black skin, doing beautiful!" Shi Meng was all hot plasma sprayed from the body of the leopard. He wiped a face full of blood and water, and gave a thumb to the black skin, and opened his mouth and laughed. Get up: "However, you killed the Yanbao, and later in the Cangyan domain, you can only follow the old man to go dark... Hey, you can't hold you anywhere except for giving me life."

The black skin's face was bitter, and he bent down and bowed to the stone mammoth.

Wu Tie was quietly watching the black hand under the black hand, watching Shi Meng suddenly screaming and killing.

The evolution of the matter is beyond the expectation of Wu Tie. He originally thought that the two sides would waste their saliva and bargain. He did not expect that Shi Meng would be so embarrassed, directly killing the messengers of the Yan family.

"Crushed them!" Shi Meng raised a big axe and pointed at the screaming Yan Jia soldiers in the hall, then spurted a spurt of blood.

The blood was just squirting and it burned fiercely.

Obviously, the punch of Yan Bao’s fist was not so easy to bear on the stone belly.

The city of Dashi City rushed up, the sword waved, and killed the soldiers of several Yan family.

Stone fiercely sat on the half of the chair and grinned.

"Inflame Leopard... I don't know who you are. Hey, the old ghost behind you, like Shi Jie, also leaned on the longevity teaching... inside the Yan family, some people want you to die."

"Hey, how many **** things do you think you can scare Lao Tzu?"

The tragic and roaring sounds in the hall only lasted for a few breaths. Several Yan soldiers fought and resisted, but the hall was full of Dashicheng, and their resistance seemed so weak.

The messengers sent by Yanjia to Dashicheng were killed on the spot, and the news was immediately spread throughout Dashicheng.

Outside the grotto where Dashicheng is located, in a secluded mine pit, an old man in a black robe sits quietly on a large rock. Several rats were touched from the shadows, squatting in front of him with a light hand, and whispering the news in the city to the old man.

The old man's wrinkled face did not have any expression changes.

He bowed his head and whispered to himself: "Is this the attitude of the Shi family? Or is it a fierce attitude?"

"Completely... are you not prepared to reason?"

"Ishio's brother was killed... You Shijia, are you completely prepared to tear your face?"

"But you can't help but think that you can preserve the foundation of Shijia?"

"The longevity is strong, you don't understand."

"The beauty of longevity, you don't understand."

"In order to live forever...hehe... how many people are killed or injured, it is worth it. Even if it is to lose the whole stone home and lose the whole Yan family, it is worth it."

The old man squirted his hands in the flames. His hands waved forward. Behind him, a group of red-red ants of the size of a group of wolves flew out and screamed and rushed toward Dashicheng.

"The flames of gold ants ... destroy the big stone city ... always give the stone family a little attitude to see."