Legend of Fu Yao

All eyes are watching the longevity of the great-grandchildren.

No one knows that Meng Fu is in deep danger at this moment.

They were purely curious, and did not expect any unexpected answers. Only Folian, before she sat down, did not move, her hands were shrunk in her sleeves, and her sleeves were trembled without wind.

The long-term grandchildren under the gaze of the eyes, silent for a moment, seem to be thinking about something, then he smiled and said, "Between the palace and the princess, there is no..."

He suddenly stopped the voice, and Huo looked back to the field, and then he flew out and flew out.

The people are still waiting for his answer, not to prevent this person who has been extremely calm, suddenly revealing an expression of anxious fire, even if he only said half of it will fly out, can not help but reveal a look.

The sleeves of Folian suddenly did not shake. The side of Feng Si, who was on her side, turned her head and smiled. "This is the prince of Zhao Zhao, how is this personality..." He suddenly saw the face of Folian, and he said, "Hey, What happened to your sister? His face is so ugly?"

Folian’s side rushed to him and smiled. “My brother is relieved. My sister has been blessed by gods since childhood. It has always been a danger.”

The Fengshuang Emperor felt that this was a bit strange, but he did not think much, and turned his head to see the scene.

Folian sat firmly, laughed, and laughed a little.

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Meng Fu swayed the knife, and the huge recoil power was suddenly added to her. She only felt a bang in her heart, and then there was a scream in her ear. The whole body was heavily smashed and crushed, and her blood was swollen on the throat. As soon as he leaned over and turned out, and opposite, Bagu, who had been waiting for the opportunity, suddenly moved. He stepped forward and stretched his hand. Suddenly, a black-eyed ghost caught in the palm of his hand. The back of Meng Fu shakes the heart!

At this point, the spectators turned their attention back, and even after discovering that the battlefield that had just been swayed by Meng Fu was turned upside down, Meng Fu’s impeccable knife suddenly recovered when he approached his opponent’s chest, and then he was bounced back by the madness. In the middle of the sky, a somersault was planted out, and the ghost of Bagu caught it. The meteor caught up with her chest in the moon. Seeing that Meng Fu’s move was old, it seemed that he was still seriously injured. He could not escape. He couldn’t help but scream “Ah!” A cry.

Ba Gu showed a sneer, Meng Fu shakes in the air and desperately wants to avoid the key, but finds that his meridians are in a mess and can't move.

She closed her eyes desperately, and the eyelashes closed up, and the purple shadow flashed.

The grandson has arrived.

He came as light as a phoenix, but his shot was as solid as a mountain, and his sleeves were smashed in a moment, and the attack of Bagu was suddenly broken!

The wind stopped, the wind screamed and the long dress dance, the long-term Sun Wuji lost one hand behind him, one hand forwarded lightly, the fingers sticking out of the sleeves, quietly inserted in the ghost head to catch the sly ghost head between the eyes.

Bagu looked at the ghosts who had been inserted in his eyes, and his face slowly changed. He looked up and looked at the long-term grandson. He said, "Prince Zhao Zhao, your lord is the arbitration of the conference, and even fights to fight, openly protect you. The Promise, don’t you think it’s too much?”

The great-grandchild looked at him with faintness and said: "The palace feels that this palace is protecting you."

Ba Gu’s cold road, “This is a funny joke!”

"The palace is too lazy to joke with you." Chang Sun Wuji slowly took back his hand and smiled. "I only ask you, is your dedication to the people?"

Everyone slammed, and they were all surprised and wide-eyed. The Zhenwu Conference was strictly ordered. The nationality of the participants was not allowed to report false reports. Once they were found to be false, they immediately disqualified from the conference and were severely punished. If this Gugu was falsified in identity, Then there is no qualification at all to stay here.

Ba Gu’s face changed dramatically and immediately said: “Nature!”

"Oh? So is this palace wrong?" Chang Sun Wuji smiled and suddenly looked at Ba Gu’s head and raised his eyebrows. "How about the wig of that lord, how did you suddenly pick up a piece? Ah, there is a mark on the forehead?"

Ba Gu was shocked and quickly reached out to touch his head. This touch did not find any abnormality. He squinted and looked up and saw the look of the surrounding consciousness. He immediately understood that he had been a protagonist of the great-grandchild, and his face was instantly miserable.

The long-term Sun Wuji has already laughed, laughing and taking his hand back, faintly saying, "You still pick up your wig yourself. If you work under the shackles of Tianwei Jinwei, I am afraid it is not very good-looking."

The broad-spectrum people in the audience looked at Bagu’s expression, and they couldn’t help but whisper each other. The bald head and the forehead had a special impression on the entire continent of the continent. There was only one kind, that is, the ascetic of the gods, who pursued "Practicing the present world", never appearing red dust, everyone just heard of it, is this Baku, who claims to be a supportive person, is the most mysterious country of the ascetic? And he faked that there was no abnormality, and the forehead imprint was not revealed. How did the grandson prosperously discover it?

The long-term Sun Wuji did not go back, and Ba Guyu did not know how to move in the local area. He suddenly heard the low-pitched voice on the ear side. He said: "The monk practitioners have never been involved in the red world, and you have not only made this ring of the real military assembly. It’s even more guilty of swearing. If you are not afraid of this book, you will be invited to a paper god.

Bagu shook, and his horrified eyes cast on the protagonist of the Sun, this prince of other countries, as if rumored to be terrible, he was so careful, he had hidden his identity and mixed into the final round, until the first battle of the leader, he used it a little. A little bit belongs to the technique of the heavens, and it is also hidden under the sacred method of witchcraft, which is similar to Fufeng. I don’t want to be seen by him.

His subconscious gaze slid away, and he quickly took it back. He was afraid to find the eternal grandson of the above, and he did not recognize the death, but he was really afraid of the last words of the great-grandchild, hesitant standing. The locals did not know what to decide. Warnan Cheng looked at him with a sullen face and asked the grandson of the Promise: "How does the Prince look at how to deal with it?"

"There has been an obligation to arbitrate under the law," said the great-grandson. "Strictly speaking, the use of Bagu is not a martial art, it is a ban, it is also a violation of the purpose of the conference, how to deal with it, by the sacred priest."

"Okay," Warnan nodded and said: "Now stripping Bagu..."

"Slow!"

The words turned out to be Meng Fu Sha, who had been breathing for half a sickle after the two sons were separated.

The long-term Sun Wuji just had to sit back in the seat and hear her body sound stiff. When she looked back, she looked as usual, but her eyes were full of helplessness.

His eyes swept past, and the long eyelashes covered his eyes and covered his eyes. He calmly asked: "What do you want to say about General Meng?"

Meng Fu shook his knife, raised his head, swallowed the blood that forced him to the throat, and replied loudly, "I can't be counted by him! I want to fight with him!"

Full of shock, seeing Meng Fu's gaze is like watching an idiot - Bagu was canceled the right to fight, and Yan and Yalan Zhudou have not yet taken a break, seeing that both of them are exhausted, no matter who wins will be miserable Victory, even if Meng Fu Sha was injured, it is easy to win this first. It is this Bagu, who is in excellent condition and has a different hand. How can she be an opponent now?

Don’t send it to the leader in front of you, but you have to go to Bagu’s men to die?

Moreover, now that she is fighting with Bagu again, she has already left the scope of the Zhenwu Conference. It is a private hatred and is no longer protected by the rules of the General Assembly. What will happen is really hard to predict.

This is really a madman!

Meng Fu shakes half a sigh of the ground, seeing the full hall shocked by nothing, only staring at Bagu - she is not a madman, nor is it a little loss to stimulate madness, no matter how arrogant, revenge, she is just Because, that she really saw her mother!

It's not a phantom, it's not a virtual one, it's a real scene. She is sure that the hospital and mother are not retrospective of the past scenes. Then she saw the flowers on the cabinet next to her mother's bed. It was a deep red plum. It is plum!

Meng Fu’s fingers, deep into the seams of the gold bricks, are not so hard, she is afraid that her tears will immediately spring out, such tears flashing, the memories of the long-lost memories are rolled out, the light flashes, The door slits are pushed open.

When the door opened, the woman walked lightly, put a jasmine into the vase, smiled and kissed the patient on the bed, and carefully looked at the plain flowers in the vase. The dissatisfied cockroach: "Hey, this flower is too light. In the home of the Minger’s home, the plum blossoms are open, and the best one is inserted, the most vivid!"

"Okay, help, go," the mother on the bed smiled. "The climate in Yunnan is hot and humid, with a bit of musk."

"Hey!" She waved her hand and opened the door. She suddenly came in and said: "I don't know how long it will take. If something happens, the plum blossoms have not come back yet, so I will give you the next day." Change the flower."

"Stupid child, it’s only summer, how can it be returned in the winter?" The mother smiled...

That was the last time she and her mother met, separated by the present, eighteen years.

That year, the time and space, about the plum blossoms, has long plagued her heart, and many of her sleepless nights, she sat up countless times, thinking, is the mother still waiting for her? Waiting for the plum that will never be inserted by her hand? And what kind of mood has it not been waiting for her mother, in the night of those twilight glimmers, the number of returning people?

That summer, she had just fixed her job title and raised her salary. For the first time, she had the money to send her mother to the hospital. She and her had an appointment with the most beautiful plum in winter, and then the vow was melted by fate.

Then, just today, in the case of a decisive battle that would never have been imagined in a previous world, in the moment when the strange opponent opened her palm to her eyes, she saw the agreed plum blossom and saw it. Mother, she clearly saw her mother leaning against the bed, frowning and sighing, and saw that she had a lot of white hair on her side, much more than when she left.

It is because of this flower and such a mother that Meng Fu shakes the world that Ba Gua’s eyes open, not the reflection of his own memories, but the real image projection of time and space. She even determines that the past and the time and space. The continent of Wuzhou is indeed different. The 18 years now are not the 18 years there.

The mother's illness, not living for 18 years, the mother who saw it in her eyes, although old, is not old and 18 years old.

Meng Fu shakes his tears with a sigh of relief, almost to the hands of the ten to thank God, the past life and the continent of the continent is not a parallel time and space! And the mother is still alive! She has always been insisting on desperation, and today is finally proved, no mistake!

Because of this, she can't let go of Bagu, the only warlock who gave her hope, she wants to get more accurate news from her mother!

Meng Fu shook his knife and stood up in a slight gasping. "弑天" pointed his fingers and did not hesitate to point to Bagu.

She does not look at the protagonist of the grandson - no matter whether he promised or not, he could not stop her from pointing.

The long-term grandson is watching her.

Look at the tears in her eyes, look at her stubborn look, see her staggering but never back, look at her body is shaking, only the blade is flattened as an abyss.

He sighed slightly with his eyes, and the pain in his eyes was like a stream of light. He looked at her like an oasis in the desert. It was close at hand but out of reach. It seemed to be in a moment, but as far away as a thousand miles.

However, she loves her, even if she is worried about the weight loss of her fate, she has to fly her.

The hall is as quiet as water, and everyone is waiting for an answer.

The long-term Sun Wuji finally calmly answered:

"Since General Meng has challenged, please, please."

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Meng Fu took a breath and she suddenly wanted to cry.

It’s hard to say this sentence to the long-term Sun Wuji?

She always seems to be embarrassing him.

It is necessary for him to face the choices and ask him to be between the protection of her and the release of her, and to ask him to endlessly embarrassed in obeying his own heart and fulfilling her heart.

There is a kind of let go, sad to have.

Meng Fu shakes his throat and swallows, and swallows the pill in his mouth. Just now, the long-term grandson plundered the field, and the horizontal sleeves slammed into the field. The wind screamed and rested, and the hand behind him, a pill bomb Into her arms.

She stayed on the ground for a while, but also for the convenience of taking the medicine into the mouth.

Seeing that the leader is about to get it, he has to work hard but has to be overwhelmed by her. Meng Fu shakes and laughs - he is really not a thing.

In that smile, she took a deep breath and tried to press down the blood in the guilt. She wiped the blade and the finger swept over the sharp edge. The slash was a blood line.

Deep black blade, suddenly bright, with a slight red light.

Feeding the weapon of the gods with the blood of the master can break the sorcerer.

The red light is getting brighter and brighter, and the black "弑天" tastes the blood of the enemy. The first time I receive the blood of the master, the glow is more brilliant and the red is dazzling.

Bagu looked at the knife that looked plain and suddenly fascinating, and seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly changed slightly.

It was only the glimpse of his distraction, and Meng Fu Shao immediately moved.

She raised her knife and slammed it!

Black and red knives carry the power of the Millennium, such as a nine-day Thunder Hammer, and slammed into the ground!

"嚓-"

The extremely hard texture of the golden brick floor, which was exhausted by the whole body, was hard to produce a long and narrow ditch. In the splash of bricks, a bright white light was like a waterfall, and the tip of the blade was attached. Knocked out, through the deep ditch in the blink of an eye, directly to the foot of Bagu!

No one can train martial arts to the soles of the feet!

So weird angles!

Ba Gu’s whole body is guarding Meng Fu’s seemingly destined blow, but she did not expect that she would use the one-shot power of the whole body to smash the ground. It’s just a glimpse, it’s so bright that it’s impossible to look straight. White light has reached the soles of the feet, and the power of the sixth layer of the "breaking nine" is no one dare to harden. Ba Gu's "squeaky" sound, subconsciously rises straight.

He was extremely ill, and the one that jumped up, the ghost head grabbed Huo Ran, and the ghost's eyes were broken by the great-grandchild, but the depth of the blood was actually a strange eye!

Meng Fu Sha is no longer opposite him, she is waiting for him on his way.

She did not hesitate without hesitation, and immediately went out, and she was already on the top of Ba Gu’s head, and her head and feet were just as big as the rocket-like Bagu!

I am on top of your head, you have the ability to engrave your eyes!

The two heads meet and see who is hard!

Meng Fu shakes a smile, "弑天" scroll!

This volume is like the flag of the wind, and it is full of wind and hurricane. The wind is not an invisible wind. The wind is like a hurricane. At first, the center is bright and white, which is the true meaning of "Rising" and "Moon". The essence of gas, with her body shape, the bright and light white suddenly extended, such as fan-shaped spread, instantly dissolved into a pure, such as the milky white, then, then roar in the sea In the squally winds, the aurora is so bright.

When it is bright, the white light passes away, but the wind is even more violent!

"Sunrise", "Moon", "Gale" three extreme powers, when Meng Fu shakes into desperate desperation, finally fully integrated!

The ultimate magical three-in-one, under the sun and the moon, the hurricane!

Hula, is slowly entangled in the battle of the battle and Yalanzhu, Qi Qi was swept out.

With a bang, the main dragon of the brass dragon, which was under the weight of the main hall, suddenly fell back slowly, step by step, leaving a heavy scratch.

A few screams, the apricots and yellow plazas on the temple were rolled up, and they floated in the air, circling and dancing. The maiden flowers were beautiful, but unfortunately they were accompanied by a few fruit teas. Broken a place, the crumbs of the porcelain roll on the ground, splashing a piece of ground jade.

War Nancheng is drinking tea, not to prevent the wind from suddenly rising, the hot tea in the cup is actually all upright, he is afraid of being burned and quickly let go, the tea cup falls, the water is actually separated from the teacup, it is still a water column to stir him In front of him, Zhan Nancheng avoids being invisible or to be burned. One hand gently sticks out, catches the cup and greets upwards, and steadily passes a cup of tea into his palm again.

Warnan Chengsong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and said: "Thank you Prince, this wind... too weird..."

The long-term Sun Wuji did not answer his words. He turned his head and looked at the center of the wind. His eyes were slightly worried.

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At the moment, the wind is up!

The women stunned and concealed the skirt, and the men looked up and opened their mouths.

Looking at the center of the wind that filled the temple, it was static and peaceful. All the complicated movements turned into an action. Meng Fu rocked upside down on the top of Ba Gu, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the heart of his head.

A stream of blood ran down from the top of Bagu, very fine - Meng Fu shakes that knife, only inserted in his scalp, and did not go deep.

The sound of the wind gradually stopped, she gently fell, and when it landed, it was a blood spurting out, which was more **** than Baugu.

However, her hand is still not loose, and the tip of her knife is moved down to Ba Gumei. She whispers, "What is your eye... What is it?"

Bagu silently, his mouth closed very tightly, Meng Fu shook his way: "As long as you show me the scene just now, I will not kill you."

Bagu licked his mouth and seemed to hesitate.

The long-term grandson who has been calmly watching the jade steps, the hand suddenly pressed on the case.

He looked at Bagu, his eyes were faint and his face was close to the case. There was a pair of ghosts that he had just smashed down. He put his palm on the ghost's eye and pressed it lightly.

Bagu suddenly picked it up.

He squatted under Mengfu's knives, his body was like a plane, his limbs were weird and slightly twitching, his breathing was quick and his face was purple, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his throat was whispering, and he slowly twisted. I seem to want to turn around and look for something.

Meng Fu rushed, and the knife pointed a thorn, piercing his eyebrows and angered. "What are you doing!"

She was seriously injured, and she tried her best to make an enemy. It was already exhausted. At the moment, it was a blood, and it was a blood. It was splashed on the face of Ba Gu, and some stars fell to the ground.

The blood is bright red, burning eyes.

The protagonist's hand on the jade step suddenly stopped.

His gaze turned around in the blood, and he passed over the pale, paper-like face of Meng Fu, and there was a sly and painful look in his eyes. He slowly released his hand and stopped. Looking at Bagu, he pressed down again, but when he saw Meng Fu’s asygable look, his hand stopped.

Stop and stop between stopping and continuing.

If it is three times.

It seems like a thousand years.

Such subtle ups and downs, as if the fingertips were unintentional flicking, no one noticed the infinite struggle of one's heart in the shallow movements such as the butterfly's falling flowers.

In the end, the great-grandchild slowly opened his hand.

He closed his eyes and no one heard the long, heart sigh.

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When the hand was released, Bagu returned to normal, and it seemed to have forgotten the twist of the moment. He opened his eyes and looked at Meng Fu Sha, suddenly saying, "What about seeing? It is better not to see."

"That's my business!" Meng Fu shook the knife, swallowing the blood of the mouth, angered, "Hurry to hurry!"

Her mind is already somewhat unclear, and even the words are wrong. Bagu straightens his neck and seems to want to resist. His eyes touched the violent eyes of Meng Fu, but he was screamed and screamed: "My ability." Can only show you a short time."

"Cheng!" Meng Fu shakes the body and wants to burn. The internal organs are like being vigorously picked up and rolled up, and then they can't stop swaying, tearing the pain. She bites her teeth and does not let herself faint in the next moment. I haven't seen myself desperately trying to see, how can I faint?

The two were deadlocked there in the temple. Others didn't know what they were doing. They thought that Meng Fu Sha had made another mistake when he defeated Xuanyuan last time. Then he laughed and talked. The Fengsi Emperor took over the eunuch's plaque. On the support arm, he smiled at Folian: "This Meng Fu shakes, really strong, listen to you, have you seen it?"

"It should be him." Folian stared at Meng Fu and said: "This is easy to pass, but your brother knows, I am good at smelling people. He walked past me, I smelled that. The smell is the same as the one who saved me before the Dade Temple."

"That's the end of the game, you have to thank him," said Feng Sihuangzi. "So personally, today's World War I will be famous. You can make a good relationship with you through this aspect."

"My brother said it." Folian licked his lips and smiled. "So people, how can you not see?"

She smiled cool, very standard high-purity lotus posture, such as the wind and water, the lotus branches swaying, dragging out the bizarre layers of light and shadow, and those layers of greenery that were overturned, no one could see the dewdrops falling quietly.

Those familiar smells...appear in people who shouldn’t have appeared!

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Bagu finally opened his palm to Meng Fu.

The "eyes" glimpse and the glory reappears.

Time and space were opened by a mysterious ban, and the picture of the world was slowly opened.

Still the ward, faintly the evening sky, the dim light and shadow cast on the white bedding, shot in the mother's white hair, the mother looked at a book.

The book is very old, the edge has been rolled up, there is a little dirty, the cover is green, and the little duck that is only slanting is painted, and its paintings are inferior and unparalleled.

There is a rotten word written by the duck, big and small: Meng Fu’s book, who steals.

Meng Fu’s tears rushed out.

That is her book. When she was a child, she was the only children’s book "Little Prince". Her mother added a month's class to her. She loves treasures, and counts them every day, and adds marks. The mother said that she painted a dragon because she was a dragon. She didn't like it. The dragon looked like a dragon. She liked the furry duck, so she decided to be a duck.

Fear of people stealing, she added a few words, if not mistaken, the place where the mother's finger is blocking, there is a hoe, painted a red pen's fork - curse, who steals poison.

There is a small bottle next to the **** - "dichlorvos", "will kill."

Oh... from a young age, she is a cruelty to the heart...

Meng Fu shook tears and smiled softly. She saw the book, which was older than the impression. Those broken corners were carefully glued, and some of them were not able to get used to it. The book was probably much more swayed by the mother. Bright, she saw the mother's fingers and touched the ugly duck.

The hand was thin, belonging to the patient's pale white hair, the knuckles protruding, full of needle-sticking marks.

Meng Fu shook his hand and tried to hold the hand that had been against the eighteen years, but he touched a broken light and shadow. The mother’s illusory turmoil, she quickly shrank hands, and dared not to stun the scene again.

It’s close at hand, I can’t touch it.

The mother is still watching the duck, full of love and pity, as if to see the daughter with a milky fragrance, lie in front of her knees, Yiyi ah in the drawing, belongs to the daughter's hand aroma, after many years it seems that the fragrance is still .

She touched the duck's hand and suddenly slowly explored it. It seemed that she had figured out her daughter's outline from the tender strokes.

However, I can't touch it.

Across the time and space, a pair of mother and daughter touched each other and missed each other.

Meng Fu’s tears finally overflowed his eyes, and he slid down his cheeks, then mixed his blood in the corners of his mouth, turning into a pink stream and falling into his clothes.

The little prince said - just because you spent time on your rose, it made her so valuable.

It is precisely because of the hardship of the eighteen years of persistence that the moment of Meng Fu’s tears is more than a thousand miles.

The temple was silent and everyone lost their voices. They didn't understand what Meng Fu was doing. They only saw that she was standing in front of Bagu. She suddenly burst into tears. People looked at her doubtfully, but it was a huge desolate and painful place in her eyes. Shocked, can't help but silence.

The long-term grandson was half-faced, and the steady fingers were slightly trembling. He let go of the samovar that had been calmly held in his hand and put his hand into his sleeve.

There is a kind of pain, he can't share it, but he can't help but suffer.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly did not cry.

Time is precious, tears will make the line of sight blurred, and the mother's face can't be seen, it is too wasteful.

She blinked hard, licked her tears, and immediately heard a bang, the door of the ward was knocked open, and a lot of people in the light and shadow came in.

The first one, the fat and fat body - fat.

In the ancient tomb, crying and crying, the fat man who met the landslide, was almost poked by Meng Fu.

Behind him, Xiao Li, Lao Wang, and Big Head... are all colleagues of the archaeological team. The fat man actually holds a hot pot in his hand. Xiao Li is carrying a large bag of fresh food. They laughed and sneaked in, for the ward that was still chilling. Adding a bit of red dust, they put on hot pot and lamb slices and shouted loudly: "Today's winter solstice, Auntie eats hot pot with us!"

The mother on the bed smiled and said, "I am bothering you to come to see me..."

"Auntie, you are welcome, deserved, Meng Fu shakes that guy is not there, we..." said half of Xiao Li, who was stunned and quickly shut up.

The mother was still laughing, carefully closing the book, gently touching the cover and saying, "She is... she is in my heart."

mom……

Meng Fu Sha couldn't help but rush forward, and he had to plunge into the warmth and yearning of the world. He couldn't prevent the light and shadow from swaying, and the ripples seemed to be turbulent. Then all the scenes faded away and turned into white light.

Meng Fu shook the urgency, hurriedly reached out and grabbed, but only grasped the cold void, almost grabbed Bagu's nose.

Bagu’s sweat on his face, he saw that he could reach this limit for a long time. He reached the limit and said, “You promised to let me go.”

Meng Fu stared at him, still playing his own ideas.

When Bagu looked at Meng Fu’s eyes, he seemed to realize something. He hurriedly said: “This kind of ban, I can only use it three times in my life. Just the third time, you should not think more.”

Meng Fu shakes for a moment and all the words are gray, and all of them are full of hatred. She looks up at Bagu with a look of anger. She looks like a wolf who has been hungry for half a month. She sees Ba Gu’s body tremble, loudly: “You have to lose faith!”

Meng Fu Sha suddenly pushed him and said: "Roll!"

She pushed Ba Guyu like a shrew, and the serial port was unclear: "The billows rolling!"

Ba Gu was white and his eyes were gray and staring at him. He was throwing his face in front of the world’s warriors, and the fingertips shook loudly. Suddenly, there was a cold thorn in the back, and the thorns were generally poked. Painful, he turned back, and he saw the long-term grandson on the jade steps, sitting high in peace, actually smiling at him.

The smile made him shake and he didn't dare to do anything. He quickly walked down and walked out.

In the field, at the moment, there is only Meng Fu Sha and He Yan - Yalanzhu was thrown out of the court at the moment when Meng Fu shakes a wind. Her internal strength is insufficient, she is dizzy and stunned. Gasping on the ground, her five fingertips are bright red, but not blood, and I don't know what it is.

Kneeling, Meng Fu swayed, and a squatting seemed to struggle again, and a vomiting blood continued.

Zhenwu Kui battled for the first time, and the end of the tragic end.

At this time, everyone did not know who the real Wu Kui will be in the end - it should have been doubtful to get the head of the leader of the Meng Fu Sha, to see who can be overthrown a finger in the past, at the moment they both purely look at luck Who can take the last effort to push the other side down, who will win!

Meng Fu shook his knees and looked at his own shadow before his own pool of blood. Who is the person inside? Where was the red-haired witch at the beginning?

She looked so fascinated, she did not notice that she was exclaimed on the side of her body, and she was struggling to climb up with her elbows.

She climbed very slowly, struggled to half-body and fell down immediately, but she gasped for a long while, but never gave up and stood up again.

She struggled for a full tea time and finally staggered and stood up.

Meng Fu Sha has always been stunned, she seems to study her own shadow research and forget it, she is so unwilling - that blood pool reflects this Golden Temple, the four walls of the dragon, but can no longer reflect the people she wants to see and thing.

She is crazy, her fingertips licked the blood, slowly sketched in the ground, a round... a bend...

Someone whispered in the ear, trying to wake her up at a critical moment, that is his elegant mellow voice:

"Wake up..."

He gasped and walked closer.

...and bend again...and then two small triangles...

"...shake!"

He finally walked to Meng Fu and turned behind.

Meng Fu’s heartlessness continues... It’s still awkward, drawing a slap...

On the top of the main hall, on the bright and precious golden brick floor, the eyes of the crowd, the naive painting of the enemy approaching, was finally completed.

duck.

After the last stroke, the palm of the hand was lifted up. The fingertips of the five fingers were bright red, and the blood sand was generally inserted into Meng Fu!

"...shake!"

Meng Fu shakes up and looks up!

Then she fell down.

She fell down and immediately slipped out of her body. She suddenly lost her target on the top of her head. The center of gravity was tilted downwards, and the front heart and the body that Meng Fu shook out were momentarily staggered.

In an instant, staggered.

The black light flashed.

A pair of brocade-like blood floated with the black knives, and then the big spurs were stirred into the air, warm and vigorous, like a flame-studded torch.

Burning the torch of all life in one's body.

In the throat of the cockroach, a short "ah" sound was heard.

That whispered like a dream, the dream suddenly broke and melted in the cold.

She fell softly, like a sudden defeated flower instantly withered, or a cloud was blown away by the mountain wind, or even the year of the northern geese flew far in the magnificent horizon, but no longer The day that flew back.

Twenty-one years later, Yuhua ended today. Those who love but can't get it can't love the troubles of entanglement. For example, when the silk meets the sharp edge, it is completely broken.

The disciples stayed long and scattered in the wind.

Perhaps, from her meeting her, from the back of the Xuanyuan Mountain, the deep cliffs of life have long been doomed.

Because a man she cares about and she has no heart, they have collided so far, then she is halfway, and she, the blood of the sword tip continues to move forward.

The world is so empty and so narrow that it can accommodate the vastness of the vast sea of ​​the sea, and can not accommodate the narrow mind and the calculation of the private.

Lying on the ground, I felt that there was a wind all around, and I was swaying. I wanted to blow myself through the West Hill. I felt that the extreme heat was extremely cold. It was like the snow that first saw his year. Layers covered with eyebrows, her cold hands in the hands of the master, look at the strange courtyard, and the handsome young man in front of the plum tree sweeping the snow turned back, a smile like the beginning of the spring.

He said: Shimei, early.

That year, she looked at him and forgot to answer.

He smiled a little... How can you not answer? The last chance of this life.

She closed her eyes and whispered:

"Wind and snow, brother... take care."

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The battle of Zhenwu, the end!

However, it is the most tragic result in the blood pool.

Warnan Cheng opened his mouth and failed to express the congratulations on several occasions. In a silent silence, North Hengda said: "The Promise, Meng Fu shake, win!"

The spectators immediately became busy, and they showed false prosperity and joy to those blood and corpses. Many people came to congratulate them. The vague war between Nancheng seems to be still talking about what Gongqing feast, those who are tired of opening their mouths and sprays. The sputum star was almost drowning Meng Fu, she looked at them blankly, did not know what the **** was saying, she was so dizzy, and, actually, broke her duck!

Someone squeezed in, took her hand, and was barely recovering from Yalanzhu. She pushed those people one by one, no matter what kind of spectator identity they were, and they were unceremonious: "Let, let us Come back home!"

We are going home.

Where is the home?

Meng Fu Sha was so stunned, floating, pulled out by Yalanzhu, she hidden