Eternal Life

Chapter 1160 Big River Funeral Sword

Dao Xu Shengzi is truly angry, otherwise he will never say this mantra.

However, there are really few people who can accept this sentence.

At the moment, all the imaginary elders at the banquet changed their faces, and the head of the elders, who was headed by the elders, was dark and green, and was mad.

The gas is so bright that the face is green.

"Dao Xu Shengzi! You don't want to be mad, you are coming to my virtual home, but this is abusive. Our virtual family does not welcome you, leave quickly, don't let us not reason, let go of the order." The elders fiercely patted the table: "Our imaginary family does not want to succumb to the evil door, and several people are still welcome to leave, so far away."

"We have cultivated a long-time disciple, and it is impossible to leave the portal like this. Otherwise, how can we form a foothold in the heavens?" Chen Yimei sat still, and the sentence was calm: "It is not to leave the portal." No, you must bring the imaginary cloud to the front of the statue of Huatianjun, the ancestor of our feathering door, pray and pray, and then hold the etiquette before you can truly get out of the portal. Otherwise, if you want to leave, you will be separated. What kind of restaurant should we use as a restaurant? Auction site?"

Between Chen Yimei’s speech, it shows the laws and momentum of the elders, and the sentences are reasonable and unstoppable.

"Oh? There is still some truth in this sentence."

Suddenly, a voice came in from the doorway. When a young man, wearing a crown, wearing a noble cloak, followed by a few expressionless antiques, apparently also the elders of the virtual family.

"However, the imaginary cloud has been married, married to a young master of the Xuanyuan family, the so-called marriage of chickens with chickens and dogs with dogs, married with husband, this thing, after she married the Xuanyuan family, Xuanyuan family The person will naturally come to the Feather of the door to discuss her withdrawal from the sect, and you don't have to worry."

Between the talks, this young man looked at Fang Han: "You are the wind, and entered the grave of the ghost Wu Shengjun with the virtual cloud, causing a great disaster. Even the heavens began to investigate my virtual home. Things, you can't blame. Go to heaven for investigation."

"Fengyuan big brother, he is a bloodline of our virtual family, the virtual person. The design framed the sister of Yunyun, imprisoned. You want to be the Lord."

Xu Baoyu quickly pointed to the young people who walked in.

"Little beast! Eat outside! If you don't see your blood is pure, you have already pinched you. You and the imaginary cloud are all out, not a virtual descendant, do not know what wild species, dare to shout here. Shouting."

An old man behind this young man’s face was cold and his hands were caught. He grabbed the virtual treasure jade. “Things of the virtual family, outsiders intervene, kill innocent, get out of me!”

Between the big hands and the catch, the void changes, the ghosts cry, the storm sweeps, the tide rolls, and even the Dao Xuzi, Chen Yimei, and Fang Han are all enveloped in it.

"The uncle's Taoism is getting better and better, this trick is a big handprint, taking time and space, taking the ancestral spirit, it is the sacred school of my virtual family." Seeing the old man shot, the young man nodded, his face showed a smile Meaning: "These people are the tops of the feather gate, and they don't have to bother them. Just rush out and let them eat a small loss."

Bang!

The voice just fell, the vitality was shocked, and a dragon claw flew out of the storm. With a little movement, all the vitality was settled down. The calm and calm, the dragon claws pinched, and the old man’s handprint was crushed, and then the lightning spread. Out, when you look at it, you grabbed the old man and fell into the front of Fang Han’s seat.

"How is this going?"

The old man still didn't know what had happened. He had already reached Fang Han's face. He saw Fang Han's hand on his shoulder. He couldn't help but scream, and Zhangkou spurted a series of gods and thunders. The face of Fang Han blasted, so that close-range attacks, under the same realm, it is difficult for someone to flash.

Fang Han did not move, and the **** Lei flew to his face, naturally disintegrated, and disappeared.

"You are called the virtual country? Uncle? Your Majesty."

Fang Han's arm, gently press.

what!

The whole body of the country’s uncle has a sound of explosion, and each of the pores transmits a bleeding haze, and then squats down, in front of Fang Han, shame.

"I can make the people of Nangong family stay in the gates of the Heaven and Earth Alliance for three days and three nights, and I can also let you kneel down." Fang Han’s speech is still slow, but the means are extremely hot.

"you!"

Hey!

Seeing this scene, almost in this hall, all the imaginary disciples, the elders of the elders are standing up, the momentum is sturdy, surrounded by Fang Han, Dao Xushengzi, Chen Yimei three, murderous, skyrocketing Start.

"National uncle? You said? Where is the virtual cloud held?" Fang Han ignored the oppression of these elders, and still looked at the old man "Uncle" who was kneeling in front of him, and asked Yue Yue: "Answer I will let you go."

"Little beast!"

The uncle of the country struggled, and the flames were sprayed out of his eyes: "There is a sneak attack! I will not wear it with you! I will be freed from the emptiness!" He has a force in his body that flares out.

Hey!

Fang Han stretched out, pinched his neck, turned his voice into a duck scorpion, pinched his face flushed, his head was congested, and the blue veins were blooming, as if the skull would explode at any time.

"You still say, I will break a limb in your body and make sure that you can't grow anymore." Fang Han asked again: "Where is the virtual cloud being held?"

"brute!"

The uncle of the old uncle is stunned.

Oh! Fang Han waved his hand, blood rain sprinkled, and an uncle's arm flew out of thin air, and at the break of the arm, there was a circle of black gas, making a squeaking sound, like the devil is looking for food. Flesh and bones. It’s creepy.

"Ah!" The uncle seems to be experiencing the pain of the eighteen layers of **** and screaming.

Many people were shocked. When Dao Shengzi looked at the past, he saw that where the arm broke, the dense black gas was a granule. If it was magnified hundreds of times, it would be a poisonous black devil. These small devils of the billions of rivers in the Ganges River are constantly eating meat and meat at the break, corroding the vitality and bones.

Originally, with the cultivation of the uncle, the body was broken, and an idea grew up, at most, it consumed some vitality.

But now these little devils keep on feeding and corroding, not only can't grow out, but they are also very itchy, very poisonous and heart-wrenching.

These little devils are made by Fang Han using great poisoning techniques. Each small devil has a general size of sand, but the strength is tyrannical. The most good use of food, corrosion of flesh and blood.

This is a painful torture.

"Now you know where the virtual cloud is being held," Fang Han asked.

"I still can't stop!"

"Wind, you have entered the magic road, you are not the right person, there is no such a devil in the feather door. No wonder people outside say that you have the inheritance of the bone saint, fierce and cruel, now it seems to be the truth! ”

"Tian Ting does not play back any evil martyrdom."

"Kill! Can't let the uncle suffer! Complete the three people, first abolish their magical powers, and then talk. Believe this kind of magical act, the feather door has nothing to say."

"Abolish their supernatural powers, especially this wind, extract the bones of the inheritance in the body, suppress it in our virtual home, and eliminate the devil!"............

Fang Han’s arrogance has thoroughly angered all the masters of the virtual family. Even if the virtual family is tolerant and generous, it will not be able to tolerate the outsiders in such a way to torture the elders.

There are six elders in the air, and there are six elders on the top, and the other ancestors are shot at the same time. The other side is killed by the cold, and the six rivers are like the qi, and the rumbling tears the hollow, running through.

One of the largest long rivers was sent by the leader of the elders. This long river shines, not water droplets, not vitality, but a mouthful of swords!

A river made up of fairy swords!

Among the rivers, all kinds of fairy swords floated and shuttled, with broad swords, long swords, short swords, soft swords, and willow swords... thousands of swords, which formed rivers and bombarded them.

The surrounding scenery disappeared. In the eyes of Fang Han, I saw this river composed of swords, which came to my own impact. I felt like a cockroach standing in the storm and could not dodge. .

"The big river is a funeral sword!"

The leader of the elder elders shouted.

This trick, the big river funeral sword, is the peak of the kendo, the martial art is extremely extreme. All swords are buried in the river. The tide washes the sword, and the river buryes the sword.

Relying on this trick, the leader of the elders did not know how many masters were killed.

Fang Han’s eyes closed, his palms lifted up, and he was free to support himself. An umbrella-shaped canopy put himself, as well as Dao Xushengzi and Chen Yimei. All of them were attacked by umbrellas. Above the sky, the sound of the waves hitting the reef, no matter how the swords and rivers are washed away, Fang Han has never moved, and no one can break his umbrella.

Even the light curtain is scouring, more and more crystal clear, the glass is like new, bright and bright, one day is a bright glass flame, sacred and spectacular.

The killings sent by the rest of the elders could not be shaken at all, and disappeared without a trace in the bright flame of glass.

The six great elders of the elders, all of them are ancestors of the ancestors, and they displayed their own killings at close range, and even the half-roots of Fang Han did not hurt.

Under the impact of endless killings, Fang Han slowly stood up and looked at the clothes without wind. It was like a flag in the wind and hunting.

Hey!

His body moved, and in one step he came to the elder leader of the elders, tearing his "big river funeral sword" to kill, and his palm was shot on his chest.

The screams of the elders of the elders did not come out, and they burst into a **** fog and flew out into the wall, becoming a humanoid blood mark.

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