Chapter 927： This is not fair

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Heaven and earth turned into a grinding disc, and the eight-handed ancient sword was suppressed in the middle.

With the hands and the hands on one side, one is returning, slowly pushing this world to grind, everything around it has begun to rumbling and horrible changes, the earth under his feet, the top of the top of the head, is awesome As he drove away from the world, he began to become distorted, collapsed, the power of the earth and the earth, and everything in the surrounding area was ignited. The whole mountain collapsed and then the **** of the earth and the earth Pushing to the side, a bang, above the head, suddenly bright, revealing a starry sky, it is amazement that he has split the mountains above the head, causing the mountain to collapse, turned into a valley, exposed Under the stars.

In this valley, the little princess has widened his eyes, far away from Baizhang, and Fang Xing is standing in the void in the center of the valley, pushing the large grinding disc with both hands, and the eight ancient swords are floating around the body. One, even pierced the chest of the square, entered the three-inch, pointing to the heart of the heart, has also touched his skin, and even stabbed a scarlet little dot!

But at this time, the eight ancient swords that were suppressed by the power of heaven and earth could no longer move half a minute.

Even as the party promoted the earth and the earth, the eight ancient swords began to distort and cracked.

"No, this is not fair..."

The eight ancient swords roared and screamed out of the anger of the hateful son.

He found himself being suppressed by Fang Xing, and his heart was just full of unwillingness. Originally, his last blow, like lightning, could directly smash the square, but it was slow because of the shot of the little princess of Yaochi. For a moment, this gave the party a successful display of this style of unlimited magical power. Moreover, if it is normal, even if most of the Jianguang is suppressed, as long as there is still a Jianguang wandering outside. He is still standing in an unsettled place, because he did not have himself, Jianguang is just manifestation!

However, he was hit by a square fire at the time, and he intended to strike the enemy and incarnate the Eight Swords. Occupying eight directions, I intend to smash the square line in one fell swoop, but it has entered his trap, causing him to be suppressed by this type of supernatural power...

Vaguely, he felt a fatal crisis!

His sword is stronger, he can't break the sky, he can't break the earth...

And the one-way magical power of the party, it is based on the heavens and the earth, just restrained his kendo!

Not reconciled!

He groaned in anger, struggling...

"Oh. Want to be fair, go play with the kids with mud..."

At this time, Fang Xing also bite his teeth, his forehead is covered with blue veins, and the chest is pierced by the ancient sword. The blood is even splashing out. His hands are also shaking, hard, one inch and one inch, a trace of silk. This is the driving force of this world. It seems that he has the upper hand now, but in fact, as long as he has a slack, the eight ancient swords are handed forward, he is immediately crushed. Therefore, he also used the power to suckle, and all the mana rumbling rushed out, not leaving his hand.

It can be said that since the destruction of the Huangpu area, he has encountered such a terrible situation for the first time.

It’s terrible to hate the son!

Compared with Yuan’s geek seven hundred years ago, Fang Xing felt that he was a freak!

it's said. That freak can be used to train and die in order to strengthen the big skill!

And this hate son, but it is really hard to give birth to yourself!

Such a person is simply a madman!

Only, the risk of throwing away the fate, he finally led the madman into the trap!

Under the rotation of the world's large grinding discs, the eight ancient swords have already appeared cracks in the cobwebs, and then they smashed into pieces of sword light, some of which are even more powerful in heaven and earth. Under the crushing, it breaks into smaller pieces, and now the square is now eager to push the pieces into a pure light by pushing the heavens and the earth, and the souls of the hatreds contained in these swords. The consciousness is completely crushed, and I don’t believe that at that time, the madman can’t die...

Although it is dangerous to walk in the clouds, but after all, it has regained a game, and the eight ancient swords have been smothered and gradually wiped out.

This contest, the balance of victory has been leaning towards the side.

However, at this time, a faint laughter suddenly sounded in the field: "The devil who disturbed the battle of the magical saga is really worthy of the name. He confuses him to practice his sword for ten years and embark on his own avenue. When you reach the ultimate realm of Jin Dan's realm, you can build a swordless baby. In the old man's view, only the Situ, who has the right to shake the palace, has the ability to compete with him. I didn't think of the trick in your devil. Next, even he will eat this big loss. If the old man does not shoot, this time he is really a bad teacher..."

After hearing the glimpse of this voice, the heart of the party could not help but sink.

Then he saw the figures appearing in the surrounding void, and the heart sank to the bottom.

Nowadays, he broke away from the mountains with the hatred son, and he was born from the cave, breaking the mountain and turning the battlefield into a valley with a starry sky. At this time, above the valley, I did not know when it appeared. An old man dressed in linen, his body shape is vain, his robes are hunting and flying, and he is the one who hates heaven. This person does not know when he has chased him up and silently watching.

In the surrounding area, there are a number of people who have manifested their appearances, long-haired white-browed, and breathable, thinking of the elders who hate the sky.

Fang Xing originally thought about defeating the hate son and then fleeing, but did not expect that there was no victory or defeat, and he had already fallen into the encirclement. The only glimmer of hope in his heart was also shattered. It is like a little beast caught in the mud.

"Qing Qing Shantou, you helped the devil once, and I also helped me to do it once..."

From the hateful leader, I looked at Yaochi’s little princess, like a kind old man, but the gaze but the Yaochi little princess was shocked, and in the speech, the old raised his hand slightly, and a **** came down. The ancient swords that had been smashed by the heavens and the earth's large grinding discs, under this light, suddenly gained the power of new life, and began to move at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"嗤嗤嗤嗤"...

These eight ancient swords were originally very close to the square, and they were suppressed by the force of the heavens and the earth. At this time, under the impetus of this light, they immediately forced forward and flew forward. The body of the square line cut out the horrible wounds. Only the one that stabbed the forehead did not move on, but it was the hateful leader who obviously did not want to let the spirits disappear.

"Hey... this is not fair..."

The party was only anxiously sweating and screaming.

"Oh, want to be fair, why not go to play with the children?"

After the cold hate of the hateful leader, he said that he had just returned to the hate son.

"Pharaoh, are you not even a child who is playing with mud?"

The sigh of anger was screaming, and in a word, he couldn’t speak out of the hateful words...

When you say it, you can kill someone. When you return with your words, do you still have a back hand waiting?

"Hey, the tongue is sharp, so ridiculous, what is it for?"

A cold drink from the hateful Lord, the eyes are murderous, the big sleeves go, the light comes.

The eight ancient swords that had been turned into hateful sons once again gained strong help and quickly flew forward.

Jianguang is a singer, killing the machine infinitely, and seeing the body of the square will be broken.

At this moment, Fang Xing was also frightened. He no longer wanted to keep his hands, and snorted, and the world’s big grinding disc, which was being pushed by the teeth, reversed in an instant. The eight ancient swords were stabbing forward with unimaginable force. However, he did not expect that he would suddenly push back the heavens and the earth. When the yin and yang reversal, the force of repression became the driving force. Within the scope of the mana, the power reversed, and the progress turned into a backward, eight ancient swords flying forward. How fast is it, how fast it is now, and then it has turned to the Quartet and has collapsed the mountain peak.

Fang Xing is also bloody, hey, but he does not fall down his teeth. When he mentions a murderous knife, he has to jump into the air to fight with the hate.

"The devil is still dare to let go!"

In the air, the elders who hate the sky screamed and screamed, and all flew down, and they suppressed it. The party is now the end of the strong, and the flying jump is only the last strength of the team. How can it be reached? With the suppression of these gods who hated Tian Yuan, the elders, they were immediately overwhelmed by the head, and they screamed in madness, waving the dragon-shaped knives and smashing the last fight.

"You don't want to kill the murderer, and let the thief take out the thief. He retired for ten years and cultivated the martial art. At the beginning of the first battle, it was unbeatable, and let his sword drink the devil's head. Blood is also a sacrifice for him!"

After drinking from the hateful Lord, he ordered to drink in the distance: "I wonder, don't you come to marry this?"

“Thank you for your mastery...”

In the distance, countless swords lighted out from the mountains and rocks, but turned into a hateful son, and thanked him.

"Let's talk less, you have a decade of retreat, lack of air transport, and now is the opportunity, with your sword, smashed this devil, it has invisibly gained his air, enough to make up for your lack of ten years, but need I remember leaving his soul, this son is related to the creation of Baidiao Mountain. For the teacher to refine his gods into shackles, when the return of the ancestors, the Baishang Mountain made me feel free to hate the heavens..."

Desperate to the main sensation of the cold, Zhizhu is in the grip, has already set the fate of the party.

From the hate son, he laughed loudly and saw the murder: "The devil, let you be swindled, isn't it going to die under my sword?"

"咻咻咻咻"...

In the fierceness, he flew into the air and then turned into a rainy sky and flew down.

At this moment, Fang Xing was forcibly suppressed by the elders who hated Heaven, letting Jian Yu fall, like a fish to be slaughtered...

Ps

At the beginning of the 15th, the red envelope is raining! At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, I will grab a round every hour. A big wave of 515 red packets will be lucky. You all go to grab, the starting currency to grab it continues to order! (To be continued.)

Ps: Tomorrow is the fan festival, and the children’s shoes that have not voted for the ticket havetened up, asking for support...