Legend of Fu Yao

The indexing is only able to stabilize the figure.

On the cliff, the hurricane whispers, the fog gathers, and Meng Fu shakes the wind and rolls, and the body shape moves, suddenly a big body, low drink:

"collapse!"

The black light flashed, "弑天" did not appear, suddenly surprised to fly from her knees, from the bottom up, direct fog and eyebrows!

"哧-"

The sharp weapon passed through the air too quickly to make a tearing sound. The mist that was rolling in the sky was forced to crack apart by the fierce knife. It hit the cliffs on both sides and even slammed, the sky was bright, the fog The stealth is big, and the black knife is already in her eyebrow!

"go with!"

It was also a short and powerful low-drinking. The misty copper mirror turned into a black light. The two light wanted to hit the black knife and the track suddenly became skewed. However, it was such a glimpse that even after the bronze mirror was reached, The bronze mirror cracked again, and the aftershocks that provoked the fog to steal the body.

"inverted!"

I haven’t heard the sound of Meng Fu’s fist! All the trajectories of change are in her calculations. She punches, and the style of the fist is the wind that plucks the five continents. Wherever she passes, she plows the hole, and a giant tree outside Sanzhang crashes down, and she wins the square. Under the cliff stone, the moment is big.

The fog was stunned by the fist of the fist, and the eyes were so hard that the hair was straight and swayed. The body suddenly tilted behind and suddenly fell.

She was forced to go down the cliff by Meng Fu!

Fang Zao Mo Hao stood up, and the black shadow flashed around him. Meng Fu Sha had swept his body and swept it down. She was really running to the peak, and she was as solid as a jade person. It was so black and white, and Xue Yu was generally a shadow. The shells fell straight down, falling faster than the fog!

She fell, flying like an eagle swept past the water, the hands of "弑天" a glimpse, "Oh!" The sky is full of waves!

The fog was hidden in the air, and it was just a matter of mirroring the movement. By the fact that the fog on the surface of the water was thicker and then the Meng Fu was shaken, and Meng Fu, who did not want to adapt to the strange situation, took the lead.

At this moment, the sun is rising in the distance, and the river is swaying for thousands of miles. The golden light of the morning glow is shining. The sky is full of shimmering crystal beads, and the phoenix tail feathers are splashing. It was photographed by the fascinating five-color radiant light, and the colorful enamel was gorgeous, and it was difficult to open the eyes. The fog was hidden in the water, and the body was swept away. The water droplets splashed and splashed the copper mirror.

The sun rises and the fog collects.

The fog screamed and slammed, and was struck by the water wall. The figure was like the flag of the wind against the wind. On the cliffs of the Qinghei Mountain, it was shaken open, and the backhand was rewinded. The darkness of the fog was like the essence, driving the faint slam The voice of Meng Fu shakes the head!

She has moved to true anger.

Meng Fu shook a sneer, black knife flat shot, bright white whirlwind like a **** python, brighter than the rising sun between the mountains, the hurricane turned straight to meet!

The two of them are in the air, and they fight hard!

"boom!"

In the midsummer sky, a black and white two bright light curtains met, and each of them collided with each other, and then they burst into a direct splash. The black ink was white and jade, and the two were distinct and mutually invaded. In the white light, the white-white kernel is looming, and it is constantly expanding. The rolling river is generally spread out, and the black light is swallowed up and swept away.

Xiazhihong, black fog, white jade!

Three colors into different rainbows!

Under the rainbow, the man in the coat looked up.

On the bank of the river, the man in the light purple robes smiled and looked at the goddess of the jade-like figure, and he smiled like a water.

A little further away from the bonfire, the girl who was roasting fire looked back, and the man in the coma was awakened by the loud noise, and when he turned his head, he was so radiant.

A little further on the Lingzhu Mountain, the fog suddenly broke, and the man with the glass eyes suddenly stopped, looking in the direction above the sky, the three-color rainbow reflected in his eyes, rotten like a meteor river.

Among the bustling big cities, Xuanyuan Gaochun high-rise building stands according to the window, and the hand-supporting window sill looks far away from the direction of Lingzhu Mountain. The bottom of the eye is dark and dark, in the highest floor of the whole Kunjing, the square and the hundred miles. There are also countless people who have seen this strange rainbow of the horoscope, exclaimed to open the window and point at it. I don’t know where the top power is. Above the sky of the Lingzhu, the wind and the clouds show miracles.

At the moment, Lingzhu Cliff.

Although the battle has not been taken, the overall situation has been finalized.

The unfolding flag was once again retracted, and the smashing back was shot back on the cliff, and the black giant scorpion chilled and caught up.

One after the other, the two landed.

The huge wind stopped, and there was a scar on the cliff.

The fog is hidden against Meng Fu, the robes are falling, the bronze mirror is behind, the precious mirrors are invincible, and two deep cracks.

One was the previous split of Meng Fu Sha and the Battle of Kitano, and the other was the last move. Meng Fu shakes and smashes.

The woman's hands were reversed, and the back was still straight. As soon as she sighed, there was the bleakness of Yingjie's old days. The bustling and thankful feast ended, and the sound of autumn turned and fell.

She slowly said: "Trust."

Admit defeat.

Fang Yi Mo Yan stood, Wu Fa Yu Yi also seems to be bright and no longer, half a square word said: "Yes, fog hidden, lose."

For the past 30 years, no one dared to challenge the martial arts peak, the top ten who stood in the martial arts in 30 years, have not heard the word losing in 30 years, and Fang Zao thought that he had the opportunity to say this sentence in his life. And when this sentence is said to be exported, he suddenly gave birth to a sense of bitterness and sorrow--the fog is lost, isn’t it his defeat?

He sighed and suddenly wanted to sit down and take a break... maybe they are all old.

He sat down empty--when he was shocked and forgot to protect his own cliff under the guise of force, Meng Fu’s ferocious force finally scoured him to sit down the cliff and destroy the whole cliff by the way. There is nowhere to sit, nowhere to maintain your own style.

Sure enough... lose.

One defeat in this battle, convinced orally.

Fang's ink was slightly raised, looking at the sky and changing clouds. When I remembered the words that the moon had said when he killed the smoke, he did not agree at that time, but now he deeply feels that it is correct.

The era of the top ten has passed, and the new five continents will eventually be born.

He looked at Meng Fu Sha, the **** the cliff was like a jade, and stood proudly. The round of the sun was rising to the top of her head, just like wearing a sun crown, it was like gold, and the sky was shining from the distant sky. With the surging tide, Qi Qi plated her beautiful cheeks.

100,000 miles of Chaoxia robes, red light, eighteen years of hard blood, the strong!

He looked at the 18-year-old top ten, and his eyes sighed. For a long time, he asked:

"You are in the top ten in the top ten, what is the name?"

Meng Fu shook his head, smiled, and greeted the Chaoyang eyelids instantly. The eyes were warmer than the sun, brighter than the sun.

She strode away, and the words were like a sword.

"Nine!"