Legend of Fu Yao

When the palace gate opened, Meng Fu Sha immediately stunned "ah". She lived in this life and never saw the scene of more than 100,000 people fighting in one place. Now I see it with my own eyes. I only think that the imagination is limited. Reality is the cruelest.

In front, a boundless black-pressed head rushes into the eye. The vast Tianjie Square reflects the moon like a mountain, but it is the ocean of blood and water. It is raging with a pile of wild beasts. The wind is on each other. The people who slashed their heads smashed their heads, and the snoring also brought a bit of blood and murderousness. The Guards of Red A Yellow Sweat tightly surrounded the Beijing Army of the black armor, like two red and one black snakes twisting Together, the squeaking and flesh of the same place fly, the blood and the long day.

The battle of the North Wild Clouds is a master of long-term warfare. Without Meng Fu’s surprise, I have never seen the world’s face. I don’t even look at it and protect Meng Fu’s outward rush. The three people keep moving the entangled body and kicking. The fallen limbs fell, and the soldiers who rushed to smother the slashers were stabbed to death. They did not rush for two steps. They were covered with blood and their faces were splashed with flesh.

During the busy schedule, Meng Fufu looked back and looked at Yuan Zhaoyu, who was in the palace gate. He sat quietly, did not watch the chaos outside the palace, and did not look at the Qi Wang Yulin Army gathered behind him, only looking at her.

The plain robe that sank in the darkness, the clothes swaying and fluttering, and dyed with the moonlight starlight, like the celestial robes on the nine days, and his smiling posture in the **** battlefield is still as elegant as before. .

Meng Fu Sha was swept forward by people, and he was farther and farther away from him. He only felt that the gaze of the line was like a squid, and it was floating on the back of his own, and his heart was hot and hot. Minor pain.

Biting the lip, Meng Fu shake is a little depressed, this person helps people too much, this time, why is it not, why not still plan for it? She does not resent that Yuan Zhaoyi is standing on his own opposite side - political choices, not personal emotions. From a certain perspective, he still broke his business.

Zhang Zhangzui, Meng Fu Sha is very eager to call his rush to run, but thought about the frustration of the rest, Yuan Zhaoyi that person, everything has their own decisions, not she can change.

With a slight sigh, Meng Fuan turned his head and turned his head. The corner of his eye suddenly saw a white fat ball in Yuan Zhao's arms. He was very happy to pose a "good to go" gesture.

Meng Fu shakes his face and screams, "The dead mouse!"

The battle against Kitano immediately yelled at her. "What do you do with good people?"

"Hey, you are not as good as that dead mouse!" Meng Fu shakes the nameless fire, and the unfortunate battle of Beiye suddenly looks at her, not knowing where she has taken the wrong medicine, and can't get through the mouse.

Three people walked through the chaos of the killing field. When someone saw it, no matter who it was, it was a knife. With three people’s martial arts, these soldiers could not hurt them. They saw that they gradually came out of the square, and there were many Beijing military and garrison troops. The street is in a melee, Meng Fu shakes out the gas and just wants to talk, and the cloud marks around him suddenly fall silent.

"Oh! It’s poisonous!" Meng Fu shook his hand and caught him. He saw that the face of the boy like a snow was paler, and the blood vessels of the forehead could be seen. The layer of the long eyelashes was light and black. The signs of poison gas up.

Meng Fu shook the pulse and pushed it to the north of the battlefield. "He had been wounded. He insisted on holding his breath. In front of the palace, in order to protect me from being over-consumed, it was already a strong end, and I had to go to the hospital."

"Go to my shack, I have a good medicine there, and I can ask someone to buy some medicine." The battlefield north helped the cloud mark, Meng Fu nodded and went to the north of the field. Pills, said, "feed him one first."

After the battle, Beiye took over and gave the cloud marks medicine. Just turned around and saw Meng Fu shake a fierce and smashed out. In a few steps, he went to an alley on the south side of the square. He ran that called a wolf, a squad, and a battle in the north. Furious, shouted, "You treacherous woman -" took a cloud and lifted his legs and chased it. Meng Fu shook his head and did not return. The wind swept across the side of the warriors in the lane, shouting, "Brothers. The general sent orders, the black man who was chased was a spy, who gave him a reward of two thousand gold, killing him and deducting silver one or two!"

Li Lingzhi was faint, and there must be a brave man under the reward. The soldiers who had been stunned and brainless had not yet discerned whether the "general" was his own or the enemy, and he subconsciously slashed his sword and quickly blocked it. In the alleyway, the shining knife light waved a snowy arc in the night, crowded with “small traitors!” The battle in the north field chased the lanes and the students were blocked by them, and they could not help but anger, and the robes lifted their legs. The sticky notes kicked seven or eight, and the soldiers who flew out spurted blood in the air, and there was a **** rain on the top of the black-pressed head. It was so shocking that everyone shouted out, but it was such a delay. The light work was originally quite good, Meng Fu shakes far away.

The North Warriors stood in the lane for a long time, half a sigh, hate a drink:

"Woman, you can't escape! The end of the earth, the king wants you!"