MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 47

With the expansion of Zhou Han's channeling range, the golden clam water carried by Li Zhi soon became insufficient, and they did not dare to scan each other with divine knowledge. Yan Zhengming had to help Li Yuan to maintain the matrix method, and at the same time, Han Yuan used the portable There are many simple wooden bird charms engraved on the small wooden board. This kind of charm is very elementary. It was improved by the small animal enthusiast Li Li. It can be done with little effort. The wooden board can be transformed into a fake bird that can fly in the sky and can be used as eyeliner. It is not easy to detect.

... It's just that Han Yuan's hands are a little bit tide. The transformed birds seem to have two more legs, and they can fly, and they will lie in a ball when they get up.

After staying all night, Li Xun didn't dare to leave, and he was so exhausted that he saw the white belly of the fish in the East. He finally couldn't help asking: "When will this take me?"

"Hurry up," Yan Zhengming said firmly. "This man is running around the camps in West Bengal. He is not an idler, so there can't be so many entanglements here."

Yan Zheng was right again this time-Sure enough, after dawn, Zhou Hanzheng was a little delayed.

At this time on the sea, it was already windy and sunny. A masked man with Zhou Hanzheng's complexion said, "Sir, this place is not useful for a long time. Let's go back as soon as possible.

Zhou Han thought about it for a moment, and felt that it was not interesting to consume it with this person who had no idea of ​​the depth. His purpose of this trip was all achieved, and he was almost able to retire, so he nodded. He looked back around the small island that seemed to be cloudy and misty because of the illusion, and yelled, "I do n’t know who is the Taoist on the island. Zhou is just borrowing land and is not malicious. If there is any offense, please bear with me. . "

Li Yan heard a sigh of relief, and immediately took off his strength, wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered, "God, it is willing to go."

They are actually less than a hundred feet away from Zhou Hanzheng at this moment. Just behind a hill, they can hear what Zhou Hanzheng said without using those eyeliners.

Yan Zhengming didn't say a word. He used the spell blessing for a whole night. The only carving knife on his body was returned to Han Yuan. He had to use an ordinary sword. The carving spell was a special knife or a normal weapon. It was a spell. For the two levels, Yan Zhengming also crossed the threshold for the first time. Sometimes, if the control is not good, the clean air on the spell will run wild. This left his hands covered with fine wounds, but his face was always covered with a faint gloom. He was not happy when he heard Zhou Han was about to leave.

When can he stand upright and fight like that with the surname Zhou?

Zhou Hanzheng didn't wait for the people on the island to reply and didn't pay much attention. He just said, "Go."

After speaking, he stood up with the masked sword, but Zhou Han was just rising to mid-air, and suddenly felt a line of sight. He was not weak, and the induction was naturally very sensitive. Caught a ... four-legged bird.

Zhou Han was frowning. He didn't know what a weird breed it was. Then he suddenly moved his heart, strangled the bird by his neck, and the struggling bird turned into a rough spell under his eyes. .

Zhou Han was stunned, and the charm was broken into two parts. The clear air naturally dissipated. The sighted person knew that the person who carved the charm was not high.

Yan Zhengming suddenly made a "chuck" in his heart and thought, "Broken."

Zhou Hanzheng hounded his nose to the broken spell, sniffed, his expression changed slightly, then he seemed to think of something, and his frown frowned openly, exposing a somewhat smirk-like smile: "I should be Who, this really comes without effort ... "

Previously, he didn't dare to use the godly sense to sweep, because he was afraid that there was a man capable of being cultivated above him on the island. Once the godly sense was discovered and suppressed, he would immediately bite back. At this time, Zhou Han was not sure how to learn about the island. It was actually Yan Zhengming and his party, and there was no jealousy at all. His voice faded, and he had swept across the island with his courageous sense of consciousness. The hiding place is nothing.

Zhou Hanzheng's Royal Sword stood in the air and laughed with a lot of time: "Yan is in charge, anyway, I have also given you a lesson in the Lecture Hall. Is n’t I a teacher and a lifelong father for one day? Why hide and hide and refuse to come out See you? "

After finishing speaking, he wore a long sleeve, a flash of thunder and lightning thundered suddenly on the fan, and rushed into Li Yi's formation, ramming the useless psychedelic array into pieces.

If Li Yan was severely hit, he slumped to the ground for a while and couldn't stand for a while.

Yan Zhengming reached out and grabbed him, holding him aside, his face was a little bit uglier than Li Yan, and then stood up without saying a word, and then went out with his sword.

Han Yuan was startled: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Yan Zhengming's face sank like water and kept walking: "Don't follow."

Han Yuan was so old that he hadn't had any trouble. He looked at Li Yan and looked at the puddles. At first he was totally at a loss. His mind remained blank for a while, and then he took a deep breath and chased his legs.

Zhou Han was watching Yan Zhengming admiringly: "I haven't seen him for a few years, and Yan's head is like a reborn. It is really comforting."

Yan Zhengming suddenly understood Cheng Qian's "nothing to say, draw swords against each other" mood. He had never hated a person like this. The feeling of hatred made people scared, but it seemed to give people a shot. A source of endless power.

The island was so clear that the teenager's head was killing.

The younger brothers and younger sisters were behind him. In any case, this battle was unavoidable. Yan Zhengming didn't want to talk nonsense, he just drew his sword and rushed up.

Zhou Hanzheng did not accept the move, but instead followed his two masked men one by one and turned up the sword, intercepting Yan Zhengming's way.

Zhou Hanzheng looked at it side by side, and said with emotion: "Fuyao-the nine-story mountains went straight into the sky, the power was frequent, and the lameness was really a shock to the heavens and the earth. What awe-inspiring, I didn't want to be in the mountains One day, people encounter each other in a world that is really elusive. "

Yan Zhengming broke a mask of two masked human fingerprints, and the whole person has turned into a light, coming straight at Zhou Hanzheng. The sword wind blows Zhou Hanzheng's robe to hunting and hunting, but he is very slow and not even a fan. Opening, the "thinking" of the tail of the reflection fan rang, and then a thunderbolt hit the flames with a flame, impartial, and knocked Yan Zhengming's sword out of a gap.

"If in the past, the practice of Yan's head was for fear that even disciples in the inner court would not be able to get in," Zhou Han smiled. "Hang the head seal on your neck, shouldn't you be too worried? Why not come? Help you share one or two-"

Suddenly his five fingers turned into claws, his palm seemed to have a whirlwind of black clouds, and it was dark, and he grabbed the chest to Yan Zhengming's chest.

Yan Zhengming flew sideways, and the cross sword was cut, but she felt a tremor on her wrist.

That week, Han Zhengzheng's claws were wrapped in Vajra's air, and not only did he not lose half a nail, but he had grown several times, and pressed down from the top of his head to cover the sky.

Just then, Yan Zhengming heard Han Yuan's voice and shouted, "Come! Your grandpa rewards you with a big mouth!"

Yan Zhengming jumped a few times in his heart, looked down, and saw that Han Yuan, Li Yan and others who were left behind the hill actually came out. The two masked men went straight to them, and soon supported with reluctance. Li Xun and Han Yuan, who were completely half-dead, struggled with each other for a while.

After only a moment of distraction, Zhou Hanzheng's giant hand covering the sky has arrived. Yan Zhengming was unavoidable, and had to fight for injuries. Against the wind, "there was no contrary to his wishes." He was cleared out and intended to end up with Zhou Hanzheng's hand.

However, he was willing to fight, but Zhou Hanzheng was very sad, and he had to retreat. Zhou Hanzhengzheng said, "It's strange, but the rabbit is anxious and bites."

Who knew that in his retreat, a frost-like sword light suddenly came from behind him. Zhou Han was stunned in his heart, finally the Sansi fan "brushed" to open, and a thunderbolt back fan fanned out.

The thunder column fell into the sea, and the raging waves almost burst a water dragon. The falling drops of water caused a salty rain on the desert island.

Zhou Han was cautiously backing back two feet, and when he saw the others behind him, his eyes flinched—it was Cheng Qian.

When Cheng Qian fell on the island and reef, the image was already like a spitting crocodile, and was then tuned / taught by a real gentleman, and his clothes became a rag of a dog, and then he fell into disgust. No more. But at the first sight of Yan Zhengming's ghostly appearance, the panic's intention to kill in the chest suddenly disappeared.

At the moment, Yan Zhimen knew how great he was, and when he saw Cheng Qian, he almost fell into tears, opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

Cheng Qian glanced over his dysfunctional bear-like face, but suddenly there was a feeling that he was always looking forward to it, knowing that the occasion was not right, or could not help but bend his eyes slightly.

What people ask for in their lives, isn't it that when they go home with the stars and moon and wind and frost all over, someone will open the door angrily and yell, "Where did you die?"

Zhou Hanzheng hadn't seen Cheng Qian before, but he didn't go to his heart. In his eyes, the half-old children who survived in the cracks had little value besides the martial arts behind him. I did not expect that he would be almost at this time. Capsized in the gutter.

At the lecture hall last week, Zhou Han was looking at Cheng Qian's eyes at first glance. Now this young man has grown up a few years ago, and has converged a lot on the outside, but hasn't changed at all inside, with the cold frost sword on his hand It's a surprising match-but Zhou Han is admiring Guigui, but he doesn't take Cheng Qian's Weiwei as an eye. He smiles slightly: "Why, Xiaodaoyou also want to learn from me?"

"Predecessor Zhou misunderstood, I didn't mean that." Cheng Qian first nodded him politely, holding Frost Blade, and the next moment, he unexpectedly urged the real spirit Ju Lingyu given to him by Wen Yazhen.

Zhou Han felt that when the whole person was heavy, the secret road was not good. Then, he found that his true yuan seemed to have formed a layer of ice, and his turnover was extremely stagnant. The whole person's realm was suppressed by at least 60%.

Zhou Han was frightened. What the **** is this?

Cheng Qian did not give him any reaction time, Frost Blade carried the power of the tide and gave Zhou Han a rightful sword.

The surnamed Zhou was backed out in a shameless manner. Due to the sudden suppression of the repair, his diamond-like body protector had disappeared, and Frost's sword politely ripped his front. , Suddenly exposed the flesh.

"The junior didn't come to learn," Cheng Qianwen said in a second half of his voice, "it's to kill him."

Everyone was stunned by this change. Han Yuan, who was dropped by the masked man, coughed, stretched his neck, and murmured, "Is that a little brother? Is he possessed by anything? ? "

The puddle opened its mouth wide, accidentally was splashed with sea water, and spit out in a hurry.

"It's not that Xiao Qian has become more powerful, it's Zhou Hanzheng," Li Yan quickly responded, "You see that he suddenly couldn't even stand up, and his body really disappeared!"

Yan Zhengming thought anxiously: "What other people did you meet during this kid's disappearance? What did you learn?"

On the one hand, the masked men attempting to reinforce their master were stopped halfway.

I saw that the water vapor on the desert island was stimulated by the sea tide swordsmanship, and it surged into the air, and then it was frozen into hoarfrost again. Zhou Han was horrified and said, "Wait ... that is the fierce sword frost blade? Why is it in your hand? in?"

Cheng Qian ignored him and waved the fine frost into a vortex. The bottom was sharp like an ice cone, reaching Zhou Han's right eyebrow.

Zhou Hanzheng did not expect that such a killer at his young age didn't even hesitate. He screamed angrily, thinking that the fan was trembling like a sieve by the sea wind, but the power of the thunderfire on the side was obviously suppressed by the frost in the sky. He slammed the fan, almost unsustainable in a breath, and just summoned a howling wind with a thunder, and pushed the ice cones in front of him. The next moment, those ice maggots returned as if they were a tide, and reopened in a blink of an eye. Convergence, there will be more and more powerful!

Zhou Han is backing up again and again, while headless flies pounding the inexplicable restraint on the body with a real yuan, staring at Cheng Qian fiercely: "Little devil, advise you not to do everything, otherwise you will regret it."

Cheng Qian listened and wanted to laugh. Why didn't you use this sentence to exhort yourself when you were overbearing?

He squeezed Yu Jianjue, and Frostblade sword chased Zhou Hanzheng like an arrow. The water vapor rolled up was real, fake, and real, and everyone was stunned by the sound of shock.

Zhou Han was **** the top of her scalp, thunder and Ning Shuang collided in an air, and "banged", hitting the potential of shaking the mountain. At this moment, Cheng Qian's true element was more than Zhou Han suppressed by Ju Lingyu, and she had just realized the tide. With the sword, he didn't even give breathing room to the opponent.

Zhou Han was blocking three hits in a row, sulking old blood on the spot.

Cheng Qian's "killing and killing the mouth" really did not have a little water. Although the three swords almost evacuated his true Yuan, he didn't care about it. Relying on his own spirit, he once again raised his breath, leaped up, and reached out to grab Frost Blade, who pressed years of depression and hatred into this sword, saw that Zhou Han was to be put under the sword.

Zhou Hanzheng's pupils almost shrank into a needle tip. He anxiously threw away the Sansi fan, and at the same time gritted his teeth to pick up a series of extremely complicated tricks. Only then the sky became cloudy and the sky suddenly plummeted. Then, Zhou Han was fighting for the treasure fan, and he could stop Cheng Qian for a moment, and only heard the sound of a crack. The fan that thundered was hard to become the might of the fierce sword in ancient times, and was torn in half by the frost blade on the spot. The rotten ground fell to the ground.

That week Han Zheng couldn't break through the whole body restraint anyway, the dog jumped off the wall, and he was led by his flesh and blood, which attracted the nine-day **** thunder!

Cheng Qian killed his eyes, Tian Wei covered his head, but he didn't even raise his head. He wholeheartedly only killed Zhou Hanzheng and kept everything else out.

Yan Zhengming on one side had just tossed the two masked men to the ground, heard the movement and looked back, and immediately frightened a soul.

He increased the speed of the toothy broken sword under his feet to the extreme, a wind-like insertion / entry into the battle, a block of Cheng Qian's waist, flung to the side, Tian Lei almost rubbed his back, Yan Zhengming felt that the whole body was spurred by the thunder and thunder and exploded.

There was a huge earthquake on the desert island, and even the sea was frightened, and the ground was suddenly filled with a **** pit.

Yan Zhengming was stunned by lightning and thunder so much that he couldn't hear and couldn't see it. He just felt Cheng Qian's collar, grabbed it in his hand, and growled, "What the **** are you doing!"

Cheng Qian's condition is not much better than him. He just felt that the chest of his master was shaking. He didn't hear anything at all, so he shouted back, "What do I call? I can't hear!"

Yan Zhengming slapped him **** the back of his head. Cheng Qianfang just took off his sword. This would be unprepared. He was nodded forward with a slap in the palm of his head. On the shoulder.

But before he had time to look up, the only murderous hand was unquestionably pressed on the back of his head-Yan Zhengming held him firmly in his arms.

For a while, Yan Zhengming's hands were shaking trembling, as if the nightmare had awakened, and it seemed like the rest of the life after the disaster.

There is nothing in the world that can give him such great comfort like this dirty flesh body.

Suddenly there was a thousand words in his heart, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, as if he had caught something vaguely, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel confused, and the thunder roar had passed. Cheng Qian rubbed this unsightly thing He pushed him away from the back of his head, and announced to Yan Zhengming's restored hearing: "I haven't killed that surnamed Zhou yet. I'll tell you later."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Although he didn't know what he was going to say, the feeling of being stabbed back was really pretty good.

Zhou Hanzheng was originally suppressed by Ju Lingyu and wounded in succession. At last, he led the thunder with his body, and the meridians were almost completely destroyed. Even if Cheng Qianfang was out of power, the effectiveness of Ju Lingyu had passed, and he couldn't get up on the ground.

He was full of blood, raised his three eyes, and stared at Cheng Qian who came to him deadly. He could only make a "snoring" sound in his throat. He tried to get up several times and fell back to the ground again. His sharp-bonded fingers died. Deadly plucked in the dirt, leaving several traces of blood marks, it looks extremely terrifying.

It is a pity that Cheng Qian's heart was heartless. In the face of this man, he would neither be soft-hearted nor afraid, he walked straight ahead and planned to make Zhou Hanzheng with a sword.

However, at this moment, Zhou Hanzheng's mouth suddenly showed a ghost-like smile. There was a "wow" sound in the robe sleeve, Cheng Qian frowned, and was shocked. The next moment, a violent voice came from behind him Wind.

Cheng Qian knew he was going to hide, but he was too hard because he just couldn't handle it--

There was a severe pain in his back heart, and a hand came from his back to his front heart, piercing through his chest. 2k novel reading network