The second eighty-eight chapters of the emperor's wind (the second is to recommend the monthly ticket)

The idea was moved, and the sword was recruited, and it was fixed in front of it.

Zong Shou once again began to recall that the secrets of the emperor's martial arts were recorded in the previous lives.

The four-handed boxing style that was suspected of being created by the ancestors was not complete, and the power was not too strong. The previous time was only due to the multiplication of the undecided spirit, and it can be used immediately. This will be the temporary change of this boxing method to swordsmanship.

In fact, there are many defects, and there are a few people in the snow and the fog, because they have not reached the peak. Even if he saw the flaws, he could not use it, and he was killed by crushing.

As for Zong Zheng, it is because of his surprise. If you want to fight again, this person can see through his illusion, at least he can retreat.

Even if he uses Wang Dao Wu Xue, he can already win the Zong Zheng in power.

"This is the book, the wind -"

A paragraph of text, flowing in the brain of Yue Yu. The selected imperial method is only a short two words - the wind

There are not many secret martial arts in the cloud world. There are more than a dozen dynasties in the central mainland, plus the scale of the five continents and twelve islands. The kingdom of Wang Dao martial arts is qualified to use only a hundred. Completely saved, less,

But with the fact that it has been passed from his circles, it is massive.

The book that Zong Shou chose, the power is not strong, and the speed of practice is medium. The only advantage is that Zhongzheng Pinghe is the least dip in the spirit of infuriating.

After the decision, Zong Shou no longer hesitated, with the help of the sound of the piano, once again entered the state of mysterious and mysterious.

The thoughts in the brain have been running at nearly ten times the speed. The sword in front of the body is also changing a little bit.

Take the sword as a substitute and practice the emperor's martial arts. This is a must, and many places need to be reconsidered.

However, Zong Shou is at this moment, but he is not seeking perfection. There are no hidden defects. Just need this number to be effective.

And this whole set of "Dragon Wind" is divided into 13 layers. It should be the royal martial art of a great empire in his world. Only one to nine layers can correspond to the ninth order under the fairy tales.

Zong Shou itself has a foundation for this sword, which is equivalent to the night travel realm. The second layer of the first layer is almost instantaneously built.

Until the fourth and fifth floors, some obstacles appeared. After an hour, it is still being built.

At the moment, the sword is on top of it, as if there is a word in it. Looking at the details, it is a ‘King’ word.

When this word is gathered, there will be a huge pressure, which hangs over the training room and is filled with hundreds of square feet.

Uncontrollable at the beginning, such as the tyrannosaur sprinting, rolling around. The stone floor is crushed into pieces. Even the beam of the house has shattered more than a dozen, and there are countless dusts on the roof.

On the sixth floor, Zong Shou stopped decisively.

This emperor's martial arts is different from the martial arts. The practice does not look at qualifications, but depends on the national trend.

If the practitioners are able to master the martial arts, they will have a strong national power and a strong national strength. In the two or three months, it is possible to repair to the thirteenth peak.

The teenage boy succeeded to the throne, and in a flash he could become the emperor who was qualified to kill the martial arts. Among some big countries, the three-and-five-year-old dolls, after inheriting the throne, can also master the amazing power under the influence of blood, and there is no need to practice.

With the kingship gathered in the dry Tianshan City, Zong Shou is sure that within one month, he will directly step on the seventh floor. Even if there are several months, it is not a luxury to rush into the eighth floor. After the month, you can compete with the seventh-order day traveler, Wu Zong.

Of course, it can only be used in the three-point land of the dry Tianshan City. The power of a country, the morality of the king is only in the capital, or some of the densely populated areas in the territory, the most intense. The farther away from the capital, the thinner it is.

Therefore, the capital city of a country is the land of the selected 'Dragon Pulse' cluster. However, all emperors will never leave the country and never leave the country. Once you leave, no matter how big your ability is, you have to be limited and even shoal.

The seven layers of this "Dragon Wind" were built, and Zong Shou was sure to avoid this disaster. But now the time is not anxious, just finish it in the celestial Wuzong, or even the Wu Zunqiang to find him trouble.

At this moment, the most urgent task is to build a consolidated dam to block the erosion of this kingly spirit.

The eyebrows are tightly locked, and Zong Shou meditation for a moment, within the sword of the Yuan Yijian, began to construct the runes again.

The first one is 霆, and the period relies on the power of the Thunder to block. The second one is the incomplete ‘net’. When a few are really forbidden, they have just been printed on it.

Zong Shou felt a force of tyrannical anomaly and crushed it in an instant. It is a national trend, and it is also a true character of the king. It is simply not qualified to bind it.

"It seems that a few decrees yesterday made the king of the sword boil. No growth, but more concise. Is this really a self-restraint? Can you be annoyed, this Mingjun really can't be-"

The frowning face opened his eyes, and Zong Shou looked around and saw the window, it was late at night. Then there was a bang, and looking at the front of the mouth, the image has changed dramatically.

It was only the inner kingdom of the silk, suddenly it was between the beginning, the contraction of the crouching, and silence. The pressure exerted by his Yuan Yijian in this hall suddenly began to dissipate, making Zong Shou an accident.

Another name for Wang Daoqi is the dragon. The dragon is majestic and proud, representing the emperor. Can make it converge on the minions, be willing to admire, either the national power is dying, or there is a strong person who has been recognized by the heavens and the earth, at least as far as Lingwuzun or even immortal. And it seems that I don't care about the dry Tianshan City, and I don't hide it.

The strongman of that level only needs to have a thought, and the dragon gas formed in the dry Tianshan city can be crushed.

After thinking for a moment, the face of Zong Shou became weird.

"Is it because my future backing finally arrived? The Cangsheng Road and Jianzong, finally got the victory and the loss? Grass, you can't come early for a while? If you learn this style, you can't regret it."

For a moment, I can’t wait for my chest to fall. The five layers of the "Dragon Wind" are dyed by Yuan Yijian. I want to clear it later, but I have to pay the price, but ten times before.

The piano sound is still going on, but Zong Shou has no intention to take advantage of it. Desperately pushed the door away, I saw that Xuan Yunlan, still the object I forget. Only two jade hands, but full of bloodshot.

Yuren Fuqin, this is a very beautiful, extremely eye-catching scenery. Then at the moment Xuan Yunlan pointed at the tip of the finger, but it was all scars, and the inner bones were visible. It seems that it is not only beautiful, but rather horrible.

When Zong Shou licked his lips, he gathered spiritual power with a spiritual method, and made a group of cold water, drenched in the head of Xuan Yunlan.

The latter really woke up and glared at Zong Shou. I saw the side of the latter, and several big characters condensed out: "It’s enough to stop, it’s too late."

Xuan Yun Lanben is unfortunately unwilling to play the piano on a day, and her soul power has surged nearly double. Maybe tomorrow, if you repair it, you can break through to Yangyang Peak. It was a little shocked at the moment. After pondering, I feel the breath in the body, and it really floats. Can not help but also admire the color, rose to the Zong Shou, deep worship.

"Yun Lan thanked Jun on the completion of today's grace, grateful. If no king wakes up in time, Yun Lan almost went astray -"

Zong Shou squinted, it is hard to say that he was actually out of jealousy, only to use water to sway this Xuan Yunlan.

At the moment, it was a pretentious wave of waving, and he smiled and tried to take the door. A warning sign in the heart, but at this moment, suddenly rose.

Then, in the next moment, I heard a bang from the bang.

This training room suddenly collapsed. Zong Shou could not escape at all. The first thing on the head was the bricks and bricks, and then it was the dust of the sky.

The four places were filled with dust, and Zong Shouyi was all gray and yellow. There are only two eyes left on the face, looking at the sky without words.

This God, I wonder if he can make him more unlucky?

Xuan Yunlan in the distance, is to see the stunned, the martyrdom is also the strength of the sect, it should be easy to avoid.

The first snow was awakened by sleepy eyes, and looked at it in a confused way. He didn’t care about yawning: “This time, the whole house collapsed? The Lord, you used that character. Already?"

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Also at midnight, a young man dressed in a full-length blue sergeant walked into the dry Tianshan city.

Although the city gate was closed, it could not stop the figure of this Confucian youth. It was directly regarded as a thing, and stepped on the city of fifty feet high.

Just arrived at the wall, I saw Zhao Xiaoran waiting for the solemnity.

Seeing the arrival of this young man, paying tribute immediately: "Sometimes to see the sage"

If it is Zong Shou at this moment, or it is thunder. It must have been a horror, and Zhao Yuran, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, is like a singer who is born from everyone. Speech and manners are all gentle and courteous.

The young people of Confucianism smiled and waved, and they lifted it up: "You are Zhao Ruran? I know the personality of your seven Lingzong disciples, free of charge, no need to be restrained."

Although it was a team of patrols, it was impossible to detect the two people talking.

Then the young man looked at the entire dry Tianshan City and raised his eyebrows: "Good quiet, this Tianshan City~lightnovelpub.net~ But curfew?"

Zhao Yiran immediately beheaded: "After two days of the sergeant, he began to curf. There are several other decrees, such as the slabs in the city, all of which are scattered and sealed. But Zhao Xiaoran does not understand the state affairs, and does not know whether it is good or bad. ”

After the Confucian youth heard the words, he also shook his head slightly, and he did not care about this. In his impression, the curfew of this kind of thing does more harm than good. Zong Shoucai will soon be in the throne and there may be other reasons.

"But the dragon in this place is a bit of a high-spirited sign. Oh, it is estimated to scare it."

Step by step, and reached the street. I saw both sides, but it was neat. The style of the building is not like the wild land, but it is similar to that of the Middle Kingdom.

Just wanting to go directly to the mountain, the eyes of the Confucian youth, suddenly attracted by the line of words sweeping through the perspective.

Looking at it, it was a signboard with a few pieces of animal skin full of words.

Chapter 28—The Emperor's Wind

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