Vol 2 Chapter 62: Warriors

The reflection of a red dress, like a campsis flower dancing in the wind, was hauled by hand, and Qingyunmen ’s supreme magic
Sword of Thunder and Thunder
was performed in her hands. It was full of weather, under the mighty sky, and sharp The sword gas pierced the sky, at this moment, there was a mighty might that captured the power of heaven and earth, like the lightning of a thunderbolt electric snake that stretched for nine days.
On the big ship she set foot on, and even on the shore of the Turkic camp, no one cares about it. Song Lu opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but found that she could not say anything. Although she was a woman, but this At this moment, this situation can only be described as '睥睨 天下'.
Song Lu could even feel the disdain in her eyes.
"I pay Hong Yan, and flutter my wings above nine days. I wo n’t cling to others. My pride, backbone, and my dignity are all pinned on the sword. Hong Yan is self-reliant and self-improving in this life. Everything that a woman brings to me, Whatever I lose, I will take it back with my sword! "
Proud glances All eyes looked down from the sky, and the figure in red was screaming like blood, and the electric lightning flashed thunderous, spreading far away, like tearing the world.
At this time, even the people on the ship could not withstand this terrible pressure. Song Lu was stunned, his face was pale and silvery, and he seemed to have been greatly insulted and cracked. Song Shidao did not know that he was in Fu Hongyan's eyes. What he saw, he just helped his uncle and looked at the domineering beauty in the air behind him.
And Li Yuanji was stubborn all day long. He had no interest in even glancing at the corpse that had fallen under his feet. Like a bereavement dog, he curled up to avoid paying Hongyan's eyes.
All this only happened in an instant, when someone in the Turkic camp finally reflected over, and yelled, "Bold!"
A high-nose, shaggy-haired Turkic master grabbed a steel spear and tore out of the camp with the sound of thunder. He stared at the red face on the mast, his body muscles twisted into a rope, taut Like bowstrings, the entire human body is bent into three exercises, a chest and arms are opened with a bow, a waist and legs are opened with a bow, and finally the last bow is opened with eyes and qi.
Just like a marble sculpture, a solid body has accumulated strength. The spear in his hand is an arrow, and strength and vitality pour out. The spear is like a shooting star, bursting out.
"Stupid!" Lu Li said coldly.
Just between the spears, Thunder seemed to have found a vent point, and the thunderbolt electric snakes gathered together at the speed of light, straight down the steel spear.
The Turkian master couldn't even make a sound, but disappeared in the thunder without any resistance, turned into coke and fell to the ground, and the semi-melted spear slanted into the ground beside him. And the Thunder, which has been saved in the sky for a long time, seems to have found the head at this moment, and thousands of Thunders furiously rush to the Turkic camp.
With that steel spear as the center, Wan Lei rushed forward, bringing the terrible weather that destroyed the world.
"God ... Fairy!" Li Yuanji shuddered and collapsed on the ground.
Fu Hongyan didn't even realize that she was in control of the Thunder, and the scene of holding the sky punishment brought shock to the people. She didn't even care about who the killer of the magic sword Yulei had killed. Only she could live in the millions of Thunders. It is worth her to face it down.
"There are beauties in the north, and they are peerless and independent. One sword falls into the city, goodbye to the nation. Would n’t it be better to have the city and the country? A beautiful woman is rare again!" It is the extreme beauty and the two ways of martial arts cultivation. The amazing woman can match the magic sword and the magic sword of her own beauty ... "
Lu Li's eyes were full of bitterness, and he sighed: "In contrast, a guy like me who can't control his own plug-in can't control it, really ... if Hongyan touches that guy. It's the most suitable!"
The shadow of Chen Ang emerged in his mind. He knew how crazy and proud was Fu Hongyan's deceptive appearance. If she met Chen Ang, she would reborn because of her crazy pursuit of strength. With vertical and horizontal power. Or they will lose themselves because they are too obsessed with power.
At this time, the Turkic camp has been completely turned over by the Thunder. Three thousand Turkic soldiers have turned into a pool of scorched corpses. Numerous well-known Turkic masters. Some of them are not under Song Lu and Song Zhi. They turned into flying ash in front of them. I don't know when Ning Dodge also came to Lu Li. Looking at the thundering light in the sky, his eyes seemed longing and complicated.
Turkic Khan and two or three Turkic masters are surging with fierce vibes like this world, struggling in a hell-like thunder. Although embarrassed, they have no worries about their lives.
Seeing this, Song Lu advised Fu Hongyan bitterly: "Fu girl, Turk barbarian ignorant offends you, you can kill it as much as you can, but Turk Khan cannot kill it!" Song Zhi also echoed: "The son of Turk took his own way, But do n’t kill Turkic Khan and kill it! If Turkic soldiers start to fight, we are all sinners ... "
But I did n’t know that Fu Hongyan did n’t hear them. She walked slowly towards the center of the thunder. When the violent thunder touched her sword energy, it turned into a gentle flowing water, intertwined with her true energy, gorgeous. The flash of light surrounds the beauty in red, beautiful and dangerous.
The crowd only watched as she walked to Turkic Khan before raising her sword to the eyebrows, and in Yu Yanran's smile, the sword shadow swept across the void, and Fu Hongyan waved his sword as if portraying Dan Qing, linking this thunder prison. Sky sign.
"Fu Hongyan! Stop!" Hasim finally stood up and tried to stop her.
"Don't you know that the city and the country, beautiful women are hard to come by?" Zhen Wu Shuang Xiu's Hong Yan Sword Technique was first exposed in this world. In the thunder gathering, a shadow of a peerless beauty appeared, such as the eyebrows of Fu Hongyan, Yan Ran With a smile, Hasim glanced like a dead dad, screaming in Turkish with a heart-broken heart.
The spirit of fire he strove to inspire was like a piece of paper in the thunderous beauty, which was vulnerable.
Hashim heard about this woman who wanted to cultivate both cultivation and martial arts in the main space. However, due to religious reasons, he looked down on women and thought that Fu Hongyan was just a plaything dominated by men, but until This time he really faced Fu Hongyan's fusion of two homemade swordsmanship techniques, and for the first time he understood the horror of this woman.
"Who told me that Fu Hongyan is a woman who doesn't care about her looks?" Hashim shouted in Turkish Turkic: "She's a narcissist! Maniac! Narcissism has reached the threshold of God's threshold!"
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Not a lunatic, how could you touch the threshold of God because you fall in love with yourself?
Hongyan swordsmanship is a poem created by falling in love with himself, praising his narcissist, and created for his lover. This is a double swordsmanship technique. Fu Hongyan dances with her swordsman primordial spirit. No wonder While Hong Yan can use the magic sword to protect the thunder, she can also use the sword to cut the ghost sword to kill all those who are strong against the thunder.
Turk Khan couldn't hold on to a cricket, and was beheaded in the thunderous red sword.
Hashim's heartbreak was really screaming this time.
He said madly: "Fu Hongyan, Shenwu, I'm with you!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Fu Hongyan's perfect sword-like primordial spirit came to him, smiled a little, the sword tore the void, and cut it down ...