Vol 7 Chapter 32: Hong Yanming

Chapter Thirty-Two
He and Huo went ill, almost tossing their brains for most of the day, and since then, haven't done everything in vain!
This meeting, but there is really no way to retreat, no one can save anyone unless the gods fall.
The disciples of Yunlang and Lingxin Gate were dumplings wrapped by others, and were firmly wrapped in the middle.
And Yun Lang and Ling Xi became the center of the entire battlefield, and outside were the disciples of Ling Xin Gate and Huo Going sick. They guarded these two relatively speechless people.
The people outside Tianyumen, Zhenwuzong and the royal family formed a circle to circle Jiang Shang and others in the middle.
"You said you left, what are you going to do?" This sentence, in this moment of time, Yun Lang has been talking about it countless times in his heart, and the same sentence is still the same.
Although Ling Xi looks a little embarrassed, her smile is still so sweet. She smiled gigglingly and said, "I'm afraid I won't see you anymore. I still want to marry you. I can't be like that. gone."
Yun Lang smiled bitterly, scratching his head and said: "You are gone, you may still have a chance to marry me! Now, I am afraid there is no chance."
"Cangtian is the proof, the earth is the matchmaker, I can marry you now! Not to mention there are so many witnesses from the same class and the enemy, I have been content." Ling Xi's slightly dusty cheeks were full of shyness.
At this moment, although she was not wearing red makeup, she was already Yunlang's bride.
Yun Lang laughed, but in this third generation he lived to become a chivalrous tenderness, not to mention.
Where destiny points, then go wherever you are, and God ’s will is not broken.
Yunlang hugged the spirit rhinoceros violently, and gave a long and long kiss, the kiss was as hot as the fire, like the battle in front of him, like the fire.
"Then use a battle to testify for us!" Yun Lang let go of Ling Xi and said softly.
Although the words are light, but the momentum is indeed like a symphony of gold and iron, the atmosphere is magnificent.
The little bird nodded softly and nodded her head. The red on her cheeks resembled a glamorous cloud, indulging in the mountain peaks blown by the northwest wind.
The ultimate beauty, more like a mandala, struggling in the decay of peerless posture.
The elder at Tianyumen ’s eyes almost dragged behind his head, twisting his fluttering white hair slowly like a woman, with a hook at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled coldly. Looking for a dead end, the old deceased suddenly couldn't do anything. "
"Elder Feng, do you want to let them go?" Some men asked from the side.
Elder Feng looked cold and glanced at the disciple who said, "Are you trying to die? When did I say I would let them go?"
The disciple touched his face, shouted aside, and closed his mouth quickly.
"Beheaded killing a pair of desperate mandarin ducks by hand, is really a joy in life." Elder Feng Feng smiled, his eyes like a greedy viper.
With the wind elder's gesture, a branch of feather arrows roared up again, pouring into the heart of the disciples like an open sail.
Every disciple of Tianyumen is good at arrows, and can kill people invisible with a hundred steps of feather arrows, which is the foundation of their Mega Rivers.
Disciples of Lingxinmen disciples like butterflies. Everyone holds the piano. The melodious piano sounds are turned into a sad and gentle tune on the mountain top of the west wind.
The sound of the piano at first glance formed a sound wave visible to the naked eye and collided with the feather arrow like a migratory locust.
Although there is no gold iron, there is a symphony of gold iron, the impact of feather arrows and sound waves hit a brilliant spark like fireworks.
Carrying a turtle shell on his back and holding a spear, Zhen Wuzong disciple advances.
'S agile body style makes them feel like a fish, instantly approaching the formation formed by the disciples of Lingxin Gate.
Lingxin Gate's tightly defended formation, which was stirred up in an instant, killed and injured several people in a blink of an eye.
Huo's diseased iron bumps once again came in handy. Although its appearance is not impressive, the lethality is quite impressive.
It's just that this trick has been used many times, and the shortcomings of these masters are instantly revealed.
The moment the iron pimple landed, the disciple of Zhen Wuzong had already withdrew and retreated.
Yun Lang is also throwing, but he does not hold any hope in his heart.
He has not fought a war, on the contrary, he also fought a lot.
No matter how he thinks about it, this battle, no matter how he fights, is a sure-fire situation.
Yun Lang had hoped for Bai Ming, who had never appeared, but now it seems that this is just his wishful thinking.
Maybe he has been thinking too much about Bai Meditation all the time. He may be an ordinary old man with a little spare money. If he is really a hermit, he should have played.
Lingxi commanded the disciples of Lingxin Gate and fought hard to resist!
The sound of the piano sounds intensively, but there is still no way. The enemy's strength is too strong.
Tianyumen disciples attacked far, Zhenwuzong disciples attacked closely, and then there were spell blessings of the royals. Under the repeated attacks, the range of activities of the spiritual heart disciples is continuously shrinking, and the casualties are also increasing.
They were able to escape at that time, but they gave up because of Ling Xi's behavior.
But no one blamed Ling Xi, on the contrary, in such a fierce battle, their faces were still full of smiles, blessing Ling Xi and Yun Lang.
"Take a hand, and the deity can give you a chance to continue a little incense." Elder Feng rose into the air and shouted in a thin voice.
He is very complacent, once the glorious Butterfly Valley Spirit Gate!
Is still in his hands after all, and this one is enough to comfort his heart.
Yunlang was madly throwing iron bumps, Huo Qubing's backpack had been hollowed out, and all three of them were left.
God's will is hard to break, but he doesn't want to obey it.
This feeling of powerlessness is so annoying!
"A Lang, I'm not too reconciled!" Huo Quyi shouted with red eyes.
Yun Lang knew that Huo Qubing was definitely not reconciled. The defeat was Huo Qubing ’s biggest taboo in his life, and he was not reconciled.
How can I not be reconciled? This is a world where personal strength is very different, not as simple as a big man.
High strength is to crush low strength, and the strategy is sometimes very weak in front of absolute strength.
Yun Lang shouted loudly: "I am not willing to give it a try, I die without complaint!"
Huo went sick and did not respond to Yun Lang anymore. His eyes were like a wolf, staring fiercely at the disciples of Zhenwu Zong who were aggressive outside.
Suddenly, Huo went sick and grabbed his spear and rushed out.
Yun Lang was too late to stop Huo Qubing as a mountain hungry tiger and rushed to Zhenwuzong disciples.
The best destination for General is the battlefield!
Yun Lang stared at Huo Qubing's back ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After watching it for a long time, he finally sighed.
Is that he can't bear this brother, because of his willfulness, he put them to death because of his inner thoughts.
What a vain and nonsensical thing, but the matter is here, what can I say!
I'm sorry, Yun Lang wouldn't say it. When Huo went sick, he would make the same choice as Huo went sick.
Just follow the brother and be stupid.
The spear danced into a silver dragon in Huo's disease, this war madman, at this moment, seemed to be enchanted.
Nothing in his eyes, only the enemy!
Cut down the enemy is his only thought at this time.
Suddenly, a melodious and ethereal melody sounded between heaven and earth.
Yun Lang's mind couldn't help but be shocked. He can be sure that this piano sound was definitely not played by the disciples of the spirit heart present, but came from others.
Listening to this piano sound is almost the same as that of the disciples of Lingxin Gate.
"But the elders in your door come?" Yun Lang quickly asked Ling Xi.
The sweaty spirit of killing, the joy of his face, when he heard Yunlang, the little head was like a chicken pecking rice.
"It's my master! It's my master!" Ling Xi cried in surprise.
The cloud in front of Yun Lang's eyes was suddenly opened, and a light came in.
Surprise in the midst of life suddenly filled Yun Lang's body and mind.
There is hope!
Hope of alive!