Vol 10 Chapter 2391: This is a piece of cake [Six million words Wang Wang, please kill]

The sound of breaking through the sky sounded, a branch of God was shuttled in the void, the sound came, the arrow fell, and the person died!
Philosophy is a veritable sharpshooter, arrows are useless, and even killed a dozen generals of the Han Dynasty, courageously forward, unstoppable!
"Man Meng shooter?" Pan Chen's eyes appeared a burst of philosophy. "King, you kill it!"
"This is a piece of cake"
Wei, the King of Green Wings, smiled and didn't care, the green light flickered, penetrated the sky, and went straight to philosophy.
"Ah ?! Green light"
The philosophical response was fast, the arrow turned, a string sounded, and God gave an incandescent lamp and went straight to the green light.
"Hush!"
The arrow of philosophy is in blue, a blood flower blooms, but until Zhe is happy, the green light is faster, blinking to Zhe Bei's body, clicking, his right shoulder is torn, blood flesh is blurred, almost abandoned.
Zhebei's body shook, fell under the horse, disappeared into the formation and disappeared, full of blood, a general Mongolian overlap, will block the green light outside.
With a smile and anger, a green-winged bat king Wei killed dozens of Man Meng soldiers in a row, and was suddenly locked by a terrible killing machine, but the benevolent men of Meng Lin ran over.
It turned out that Tiemuzhen saw that Pan Chen had a martial art to fight, a big hand, armed men from Man Meng's territory and ethnic groups from north and south to kill and flee.
They are either because of the power of Man Meng, or because of wealth, or because of their total power, or because of other forces. Choose to turn to Mengmeng.
Wei smiled and rushed into the sky. The 13 eagles of the Mengmeng warriors were driven away, and the three-eyed eagle was condensed. Wei Yixiao's blue-wing Batman law fought Wei Yixiao.
The light messengers Yang Xiao and Fan Yao fight against the 24th Lama; the Zilongwangtai fights against the three Persian envoys; the white eagle king Yin Tianzheng fought against the other two Man Meng 13 warriors; the golden lion king Xie Xun, Wu Sang and Europa three Thirteen swords fought fiercely with the three Persian envoys; the white-browed eagle king fought against the remaining two mengmeng warriors; the golden lion king Xie Sun and Usan fought fiercely with 33 Europa swords.
The religion of Ming Dynasty, the powerful war between Sichuan Yunwu and Manmeng, the red light, the light, the endless breath, the collapsed clouds, and the annihilated voids made the whole world colorful, and the vision entered the sky. Sky, sky.
The Mengmeng army rushed to kill, nearly 500,000 people, black tablets, if the dark clouds, brought a lot of weight to the Han people; the morale of the soldiers gradually diminished, weak.
Pan Chen quietly, a big wave of his hand, a cannon, the shells fell like a meteorite, the flames burned, the iron skin was endless, and countless mengmen were killed.
"this is."
Shu Qi, Wu Guotai, Mu Huali, etc. will change color one by one, looking at each other, the dark road is like this; when they asked to go to war, they had speculated that there might be shells falling into the hands of the Han, but still chose to attack ,because. The wheat and grass are almost used up, and the cold winter is coming!
Tiemu was really quiet, grew up, stepped a little, and went straight up to the sky, a golden light appeared at his feet, like a golden bridge, telling the empty, empty between the shells, disappeared Ashes.
"Temujin, do you want to do it now?"
Pan Chen patted his big hand, with a bang, Jinqiao broke, collapsed in all directions, and then disappeared.
Pan Chen shot, his feet empty, blood spattered up and down, the treasures were solemn, towering, smashing the Golden Bridge and confronting Tiemuzhen.
"This is a well-deserved King of the Ming Dynasty, martial arts are not the same as the Ming Dynasty." Tiemuzhen is majestic and looks coldly proud, exuding golden brilliance, and the sharp pupil shoots two beams, broken gaps.
auzw.com "Listen, Wen Minmin is in your hands. As long as you are willing to submit to Ben Khan, Ben Khan can hand her over to you, making you the king of the Han Dynasty and in charge of the original The vast territory, the mountains and rivers! How is the progress? "
"This endless river and mountain belongs to me. Why do you want to seal it? Do you want this king to surrender? Impossible!"
"One day, for the Han people, for generations, they are all Han people!"
"What's more, although Man Meng played very well, he didn't know who won and who lost!"
Pan Chen opened his eyes and glanced at the void. The sky he was standing in was very quiet. Only he and Tiemuzhen stood together. There were no power opponents. The rest of them retreated from a distance.
Tiemu is really light, rugged, and calm, giving people a sense of wisdom beads, "What if Ben Khan tells you that Song Ting and I are beating your back in Man Meng together?" Do you not want to surrender? "
Pan Chen asked quietly, "Song Ting?" Now that you know the relationship between the king and the Song Dynasty, how can you be sure that the king is not ready? "
"In addition,"
Pan Chen stepped forward, his voice excited and empty, extremely bright: "The world is not the family of the Zhao family, but the world of the Han people in the world." The king did not do it for the Song Dynasty, not for Zhao, but for the world Han people, for the glory of their ancestors, for future generations! "
"I am a Chinese, I am afraid of death!"
"If all the Han people in the world are under the command of the Ming King, if the Song Dynasty and Zhao State can be like you, this will be a great disaster for me!"
Tiemu was really touched, and his eyebrows were full, filled with a cold killing machine, "For me, cute, waiting for death!" All those who resist should be slaughtered! If you follow it, you will die! "
Tiemu Zhen's pupils revolved, suddenly emitting two bright golden lights, flying to Pan Chen, between trance, the sun and moon rotating, the sky roaring.
"boom!"
Pan Chen was fearless, bent over a bullet, a ripple of a green light, shaking two golden lights: "If you want to kill me, the king will also cut you!"
Pan Chen slapped his hands, and the Nine Shadows appeared. One by one, he shot the mixed yuan handprints one by one, rushed into the sky, and fell like a fast boulder under the endless blue fields. The turbid breath was in all directions, impacting Temujin.
"Golden Dragon Boxing"
The sound of "high", the dragon sings the sky, Tiemuzhen's footsteps are two points, his body is like a bow, his back is like a dragon, his fist is forward, the golden light is wrapped, just like the dragon shaking his tail, rippling out, shining.
"Bang, bang!"
The golden dragon turned over the rain, patted the dragon's tail around, tore away the big handprint, and washed away with respect for the body of the Dharma.
The virtual space is trembling, like a thick smoke blooming, colorful.
"Ming Ming, Ben Khan will give you another chance, do you want to be healthy?" Tiemu really is golden all over, and the dragon surrounds the entire body, just like an ancient golden emperor was born, inviolable, and invincible Confidence.
Pan Chen didn't bother to take care of him this time, Xuan Gong ran away, his hand swiped forward, a breath of heaven and earth mixed, across the gap, in front of his body.
When there was a shock, the mixed element gas overturned forward, like a huge wave rolling, and it will be wiped out by the Golden Dragon in an instant, leaving no trace.
"Difa, Jinxiu River, Mountain!"
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