Outside the ancestral hall, it was hard to kill a crowd of people. After the old man taught the secrets of the old lord, the old man waited for a moment and sat down on the ground. Lost souls, muttered: "Why is this, it should not be like this..."

The brothers and sisters who were bathed in blood were pale, and the young Taoist trembled lips. "Those devils and ghosts, do not know what sinister method is used, have long exhausted the aura of the two stone lions."

Tao Xieyang sat down on the ground with a knife.

The old man turned his head and looked at the sea of ​​clouds on the side of the school's military field. The mountains sank, the fists greeted the enemy, and there was even more Jianguang on the sea of ​​clouds.

The old man had a glimmer of hope, struggling to stand up and said to the four young people: "You four, quickly leave the Eagle Fort, you escorted me to here, now it is my turn to **** a few of your children, You should leave a little **** incense for Feiyingbao, don't hesitate to leave this place, go as far as possible, don't think about revenge in the future!"

Tao Xieyang - there is no sign of getting up, looking up at the woman who has been in love for many years, hoarsely said: "Yu Shu, you and Chang often go together, I want to stay here, go south and north for so many years, really tired I won’t leave today."

The young Taoist is about to talk, Tao Yangyang shook his head to him: "Huang Shang, don't persuade me, I have decided!"

The old man sighed, with the disciples and the brothers and sisters of the brothers, together to the nearest North Gate of the Eagle Fort.

Tao Xieyang sat cross-legged, facing the door of the temple, began to wipe the long knife with cuffs.

Huang Shang followed Master and they ran, looking at the line, and never dared to look back at the young Wufu.

Yan Shu suddenly turned her head and looked at the back of the man who was familiar with the man. She couldn’t bear it, and a thousand words in her heart, when it came to her mouth, it disappeared.

Between life and death, the most true temperament.

The young woman was taken away by her brother and stopped.

Tao Xiayang lowered his head and stared at the face of the snow-shining figure, and pulled the corner of his mouth, still do not like it.

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When the ghost baby was smothered by a bamboo fan, the mourning came out of the main hall, the black cloud above the building, and the two flying swords were still flying, and the high-crowned old man reappeared. The face is so ugly, the whole person is so annoyed that even the five crowns of the crown are beginning to tremble, and the sea of ​​clouds that have almost flooded the roof of the high is tumbling like boiling water.

The old man yelled at the main building: "Waste, waste! What do you want to use?!"

The high-crowned old man held out a hand and suddenly tightened.

In the lobby, the man who struggled to deal with the two flying swords, at the beginning of the school, was originally controlled by the old man with the secret of the teacher. At this moment, his heart exploded without warning, and then the soul flew away and the flesh and blood separated. All the blood was cleaned and stripped out, turned into a large group of scarlet blood cells, and rushed out at any cost. A sea of ​​seas bursting into the sea, the squadron of the nest was occupied by the land. The bombardment was smashed, and it was crumbling, waiting for the blood to spurt out, like a tired bird homing, trying to rush to the old man in the sea of ​​clouds outside the building.

Lutai frowned and took back the tip of the needle, so as not to be contaminated by the contaminated blood. At that time, it was not so easy to use the natural treasure, no longer infused with the aura, so the blood was like a stream, stretching out a The long river channel, which spread from the lobby to the high-crowned old man above the sea of ​​clouds, poured into the palm of the old man.

The old man is full of hunger, his eyes are full of blood, his hands are fluttering, and the two red air machines are rushing out of the big sleeves. For a time, the hurricane is a big hit. The first fifteen flying swords are in the clouds. drift.

Gao Guan old man's face was stunned, looking down at the central mountain that had not touched the ground, and angered: "Dying and dying! Originally thinking about the birth of a ghost baby, the appetite is not good, only to press you under the mountain mill, a little bit of extract Blood, since the old husband is now all the time, the old man can not be so careful! Go to death!"

Lutai has already arrived at the viewing platform in the main building of Feiyingbao. He drove two flying swords to the old man in the sea of ​​clouds, and laughed happily: "The old thief! I have been in Taipingshan for a long time!"

The old man's face was condensed, and then he laughed wildly: "If the old man dies here today, you must also be buried with two talented monks in Taipingshan!"

The old man continued to wave his sleeves, trying to block the assassination of the first fifteenth, the tip of the needle, and the fist of the flying sword. He made a fist in one hand and slammed down. "Bunny rabbit, death is not dead?!"

Lutai’s eyes changed slightly, and a silent “snap”, a colorful ribbon from the balcony disappeared, with the shackles of the golden peaks, and the ups and downs, absolutely You can't let this Zhongyue meet with the rest of the four mountains where the roots are rooted. When the Five Sacred Mountains are in the air, Chen Pingan does not say that it is the four-dimensional Wufu, that is, the body of Liujing, I am afraid that it will be crushed into a muddy mud.

Lutai screamed, "Give me up!"

The mountain began to pull up a few feet.

"Who is desperate?" The high-crowned old man is not arrogantly known as the wilderness of the world. He stood up and laughed and stood up. After picking up the futon, the lower body immediately began to decay like dead wood, and there was constant ash. The old man still ignores it, and when he rushes to the Zhongyue, his feet touch the foothills, and they are pressed down, making the mountain peak bound by the colorful belt and the golden bondage, and the success is overwhelming!

When the Zhongyue landed, the entire Eagle Castle began to tremble, so that the mountains outside the castle began to crack.

The golden **** slid along the mountain to the ground, and the high-crowned old man laughed and reached out and grabbed the demon.

When the Five Sacred Mountains gathered, the formation method was completed. On the balcony side, Lutai spit out a blood. He walked a few steps forward, and finally managed to hold the railing. His fingers froze and he said: "Come back..."

The colorful belt that originally tied Zhongyue also lost its splendid brilliance and began to restore its original shape. Then it swept away to the main building. The old man’s eyes lit up, and he once again explored the arm and pulled the ribbon in his hand. There is also a ribbon that knows the magic weapon at a glance, and it is a pocket of no one in the world. Although it still suffered a big loss, it is not a blood loss.

The old man re-satisfied and sat, the futon emerged out of thin air. After this battle, the top five crowns of the crown had been aura.

On the other side of the sea of ​​clouds, only the two flying swords of the sword repaired in the main building, one big and one small, are still struggling. Before the two pocket-sized flying swords, the high-crowned old man has actually been secretly observing, and he succeeded in crushing it in Zhongyue. After the Jinpao boy, Feijian fell to the ground and fell in the distance between the two lanes. Most of them were destroyed. It is a pity.

Today, the great hatred has been reported, the old man has some pleasure in his heart. Once he has been unable to support the five-yellow true form, he has to quickly peel off the golden robe from the juvenile body, and then quickly leave the Eagle Fort, so as not to be helped. Or the Laowang Ba of the Taiping Mountain will stop the killing, otherwise it will be like a funeral dog again.

At this point, Taipingshan still has no Jindan or Yuanying ancestors. It seems that the two nephews who died and injured are too big to give themselves the opportunity to leave safely, but the two young people are absolutely It is the most outstanding rumored disciple of Taiping Mountain. Maybe it is the proud and high-spirited person of the mountain lord, who has the courage to be such a magic weapon and sway through the city.

If you haven’t been with the Taiping Mountain long ago, you will have to avoid the endless beams.

The high-crowned old man meditation on the "closed mountain" mouth, the five peaks instantly rose from the ground, the body is getting smaller and smaller, and finally returned to the five crowns.

The old man swung his sleeves and drove the sea of ​​clouds, blocking the two sharp swords of the tip of the land.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, laughing and falling to the school's military field.

There is a bright golden color on the ground, like a golden dress that accidentally falls off the ground from the bamboo pole, and is laid on the ground at will.

Obviously a magic weapon is at your fingertips, but the old man of Gaoguan has changed his face. His hands are empty and the whole person, together with the futon, suddenly vacates. After a series of wars, and with the exhaustion of the old man's own aura, the black cloud of the ten does not exist. Crazy to the old man.

The gold on the school martial arts field jumped up from the big pit just enough for one person to lie down and shouted: "Lutai, the tip of the needle is used by me!"

Lutai was not surprised at all, his mind was slightly moving, and the huge flying sword tip appeared at the foot of Chen Ping.

Previously, from the "falling" of the first fifteenth, Lutai actually found clues. Chen Pingan said that they are the flying swords of the life, but they are not the life of his life. Therefore, if Chen Pingan is really dead, the first fifteenth will only kill the enemy more desperately. Only Chen Pingan’s suspended animation will deliberately let the two Feijian perform.

After that, the shackles were also "pretending to die", and Lu Tai endured very hard before he laughed.

According to the gourd painting, the earth-moving land platform also deliberately lost the control of the colorful belt, allowing the Gaoguan old man to take it away.

The old man went very fast, but he was hiding in the nearby fifteenth in the early days.

One left and one right, they instantly pierced the futon, making the high-crowned old man's vision speed slightly stagnate.

There is also the Feijian Maimang of Lutai blocking at high altitude.

The most important thing is the colorful belt of Lutai, and Chen Ping’s golden bondage, re-lived, and tied the arms of the Gaoguan old man, such as two pythons wrapped around the body.

And Chen Pingan, stepping on the tip of the flying sword, chasing the high-crowned old man and the sea of ​​clouds into the air, flying away.

Yu Jian Yuanyou!

Although under the suppression of the mountains, with the help of Lutai's ribbons to delay the time, plus Chen Pinghai has long been the largest pothole, before the punch, cracked the ground, it is necessary to temporarily open a large pit to lie down, Escaped from the end of the broken bones, but was pressed down by the Wuyue big smashing machine, it seems to be in the sealed coffin Chen Ping, but it is not good at all, the ribs have been broken several times, if not in the bamboo building habit This kind of, you can only watch the high-crowned old man leave.

Before the sword was "flying up", Chen Pingan held the sword of the former sword that was thrown aside in the palm of his hand.

There are ribbons and bindings to tie the old man's double currency, and the two things can break through the clouds and cover the three flying swords to poke the futon.

This made Chen Ping, the first Yu Jian, still catch up with the Gao Guan old man very quickly, and the back of the head of the guy was a sword.

The old man really struggled to wrap up the clouds and accelerate the forward movement. It was not easy to escape the sword, but the sword was overflowing, and it still left a blood trough on the head of the Gaoguan old man.

On the other side of the balcony, Lutai gritted his teeth and said the word "flowering" again. The green shirt fluttered and the wind blew.

The speed is still better than the tip of the flying sword.

Lutai draws an arc in the air, and dozens of blinks of effort, quickly intercepting the way to the high-end old man in Longmen.

The old man suffered a lot, but he did not dare to swear. He turned around and turned around. As a result, he was slowed down by a sword in the back of the sword. He was pierced by a sword and passed through the heart!

And this sword is extremely weird.

The vitality, together with the aura, suddenly lost, and was captured by the long sword that passed through.

The old man stopped his body and the clouds under the futon hovered.

Looking down at the tip of the sword, I smiled.

Take my life, even the four flying swords.

Helping this long sword to take my life is just a square symbol that I can't look down on.

Now, these little characters of the fairy heads of the fairy tales are more deceitful than those of us.

Chen Pingan wanted to win the battle, and then punched out, interrupting the head of the Gaoguan old man to be sure of nothing, but Lutai has almost reminded Chen Ping with his heart, and by the tip of the flying sword, he quickly retreated, the farther away it is good.

The Gaoguan old man helped the top five crowns on the head, and did not pull out the "infatuation" that pierced the heart. The haze smiled at Lutai.

The hands are still tied by the two swords, and they try to limit the spiritual flow of the old man.

The futon was already broken, and it was pierced by dozens of flying swords and dozens of holes were leaking.

Lutai and Gaoguan old people stood opposite each other and had a lingering fear. At that time, they deliberately claimed to be a monk of Taipingshan. They were to scare off this old guy. When they thought that they heard from Taipingshan, they bite people like mad dogs. Chen Ping’s situation at that time, It is a veritable life hanging on the line.

Lutai calmed down and calmed down: "We are not actually a monk of the Taipingshan."

The old man pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled. He said, "The old man wants to understand. Taipingshan can't teach you two little children."

The Sifang Yunhai gradually dissipated, returned without success, and returned to heaven and earth.

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The fight of gods is always in heaven.

But the joys and sorrows are more than in the world.

In the main hall of the Flying Eagle Fortress, the atmosphere is bleak.

The owner of the fortress, Xiangyang, has been able to move freely, but he did not look at the body of the woman in the chair.

The old butler, He Ya, looked at the Lord's wife in a complicated way, and couldn't bear it. When she stopped talking, she was stopped by Shuyang with her cold eyes.

Fuyang held a hand on the handle of the chair, Shen Sheng said: "No matter who is in the lobby today, no one will advertise it. Whoever dares to reveal a word, not only the family law, but also the family, interrupted the hands and feet. , all expelled from the Eagle Fort!"

Fuyang didn't turn his head. He only pointed his finger to the chair next to him. "The lady has become a disease, and she is seriously ill..."

Xiangyang paused a little, and coldly said: "After the death, the cards are not put into my ancestral hall! No funeral..."

Everyone in the lobby was stunned and did not dare to question.

The old master, He Ya, couldn’t help himself. He stepped forward and interrupted the second half of the poem. He said: "The owner, the wife is at fault, but I hope that the owner will see the ladies and fathers in these years. On the part, let the lady be buried in the back hill, the owner, even if I ask you for it..."

At the end of the day, the old manager who did his best for the Eagle Fortress, for the old master who was arguing for the children, was crying.

Liyang was so angry that he took a lot of chair handles and hit the entire chair in an instant. The face was gloomy and thought for a moment, and he said coldly: "This matter will be discussed later!"

Liyang, who has always been kind to others, is hungry and hungry at the moment. He looks around and sees that everyone’s scalp is numb, and they dare not look at it. They bow their heads.

"Can the Flying Eagle Fortress survive? It is not easy to say now. You should not leave here for the time being. Whoever dares to leave the gate without permission, He Ya, kills him!"

After the words of Fuyang, he left the lobby alone and went upstairs. Finally, he came to the place where his father didn’t know why he was named “Upper Balcony.” He’s never been so iron-hearted in this life. Trying to see the results of that war early, but unfortunately the martial arts repair is flat, the eyesight is limited, can not see a little bit of clues, faintly visible clouds and clouds scattered, Jianguang vertical and horizontal.

Liyang pressed the voice down, and gnashed his teeth: "If the ghost baby is born, it is so powerful that they say it, and I am fully controlled by Feiyingbao, it is good!"

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The old man fled the Flying Eagle Fort with the three people smoothly, and went all the way to the depths of the mountains in the north. This time, the wind and the wind went to the point of inconspicuousness. Except for the sporadic feminine ghosts, there was not much twist.

Not to mention the three young people who survived the rest of the robbery, even the old people themselves could not imagine.

For a time, four people are somewhat stunned.

Standing on the hillside, he often said suddenly: "I want to go back."

The old man nodded secretly, and he did not talk about childishness. He would have hope in the future to help him reinvigorate.

If he only cares about escaping from the head, the old man will not look down on the woman, but he will have to worry about the grandson of the old brother.

The original dark sea of ​​ink has been scattered, although it is still not good to say that Feiyingbao has already left the dead, but it is a good sign.

The old man looked up and looked at the weather with the mountain gate method. The rich yin in the Eagle Fortress almost disappeared.

So I made a speech and comforted me. "Don't worry about going back. Now the trend seems to have turned to us. You must not be extravagant at this time."

I often hold the waist handle, the back of the hand is blue, and I am bored: "Parents are still in danger, but I am a son, but I have to stand by and not be a son!"

The old man laughed dumbly, without impatience, patiently explained: "Fearless sacrifice, not real courage, often, to be a man like your grandfather, only when it is really time to retreat, where the righteousness is, do it. The feat of smashing the statue of the spiritual official! It is the practitioner of our retreat on the mountain. After listening to it, we must also slap the case and call it a hero. This courage is not the courage of the husband, not to death."

He often nodded silently.

This young Wufu, who is highly hoped by the family, is not a temperamental temper. If the heart is not wide, as the next owner of Feiyingbao, he will not be able to accommodate the surname of Taoyingyang, which is flourishing in Feiyingbao.

Shu Shu gently pulled the usual sleeves.

I often smiled and said, "I am fine, rest assured."

The old man is somewhat pleased.

Such a river and lake, only have a taste.

The young Taoist Huang Shang muttered: "Master, the two foreigners, can you really kill the demon head in the sky?"

The old man cried and laughed and sighed: "There is such a big bureau with the ability to arrange, and the feng shui and air transportation are reversed. It is very likely that it is a big devil of Jin Dan, and the technique of moving the mountains, let alone Master. It’s your ancestors who are talented in the sky. You can’t do it when you are at the peak. The two young people, if they can run away from the enemy, are fortunate enough to not succeed in killing the enemy. ""

Out of danger, the heart of the old man’s tight heart will be loose, and suddenly it looks wilting. Today’s World War I made this mountain lord a real heart.

The old man relied on a big tree. "Unless the master of the Fusong sect heard the news, and must not be low, it would be difficult to stop the magical giant who drives the sea of ​​clouds."

The three faces were heavy, and Shu Shu bit her lip, which was especially complicated.

My mother is still in a difficult situation, and there is a buddy who volunteers to die outside the hall.

Even if he and his brother are alive, they still have a long way to go. Where to go, Shu Shu really doesn’t know.

Huang Shang looks stunned.

After a few hard work, I didn't dare to slack off for a moment. I thought I had already made a small law. When I met the water in the mountains, I didn't care. When I thought of just flying in this paradise, I almost lost my life.

The old man broke the dull atmosphere and smiled. He smiled. "But don't worry, as long as this devil is returning, it will still cause the attention of Fusong, and within a hundred years, the dragon will never dare to make waves again. Fusong has two immortals who have become Taoists. Once they are annoyed, it is easy for any one to go down the mountain to kill the devil!"

The old man seems to be uneasy, and made a flipping action, adding a tone of laughter: "Easy!"

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Outside the hall, Tao Xieyang is worried.

But it is not worried that Feiyingbao will be a human purgatory.

I was worried about the family ancestor who was thrown into the place when he was young. The battle was too heavy, which made him unable to grow up to become the first person of the Emperor Xiangxiang.

He wants to bring his favorite beauty to his arms. He looks like a girl who has changed from a little girl to a girl and then to a woman. He really likes it.

Beauty, he wants. Jianghu, he wants.

I don’t think I have a chance to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery in the future.

Occasionally, on several occasions, I took the opportunity to travel to the river, and met with my ancestors. The ancestor once taught him. As long as he likes something, he should be caught in his own hands. Either don't think about it or destroy it directly.

Tao Shiyang is deeply considered.

There were no ones, and the masked pottery sun was removed. The look was cloudy and uncertain, and the messy mood was put away. In the end, I felt that the stone lion, which had been useless for a long time, was inconspicuous. After two knives, the two stone lions were smashed into two halves. Fall to the ground.

After venting his heart and anger, the young man immediately realized that this matter had been done poorly. Once the ancestors failed to plan, they had to return to the old nest to recuperate. It was easy to show their clues and be seen by the **** old guy. What, then the thoughtful Tao Xieyang will move forward, to water the purely insane handle, and to smash the stone lion statue that fell to the ground.

Then he hurried to the main building of Feiyingbao. He shot his palm on his chest and beat his blood in his mouth.

The mountain is dangerous, and the wind is easy to fall. Rivers and lakes are sinister, and deep water ships are easy to turn over.

The heart is ups and downs is the most difficult.

It’s hard to be determined and sincere.