Chapter 569: Don't talk about friendship!

The 569th chapter, do not talk about friendship!
a punch!
Just a punch will give a master to the blast, and the strength is enough to make people in the place look impressive.
Just when he and Tu Xin competed, there was still reservation, and the two of them did not have any results, and they were forced to block by the weakness of the text.
Now I saw that the black robe boy punched the unarmed fast sword Wang Lei, and naturally he gave him a new understanding.
Tu Xin finally stopped reading the book, his eyes swept to the hand of the black robe boy, and finally fell on his calm face, his eyes were very strange.
He knew that he was really too big. If it is not weak and weak, he will stop the record for himself, fearing that he really has to suffer a big loss in front of this seemingly weak and windless guy.
Qin Han was also surprised by a look, staring at the black robe teenager, muttering: "There is such strength."
After the short-term shock, the text weakened and then giggled. He reached out and grabbed the sleeves of the black robe boy. He said with a soft face: "The horse is really good, so the weak will be melted. It is."
The black robe teenager raised his arm and tried to pull his sleeve from the weak hand. However, after several attempts, he did not succeed.
The weak and weak, innocent and innocent eyes looked at the black robe juvenilely and said, "Is the Yan Magong so hate the weak? Didn’t you just say that you are going to Kunlun to search for the shrine?"
"Miss Wen, please be self-respected."
"Why don't I be self-respecting?" Wen weakly said with a grievance: "The slave is because he likes it, so he can't help but want to get close to it. It's not like the skin of the son of Ma," Is this accusation weak?"
"-"
Wu Yan looked up at the sky and waited for a while, still did not see the trend of his assistant, Wang Jian, who fell from the hole. It seems that it has been fierce.
Eyes fiercely staring at the black robe boy, sneer again and again, said: "No wonder dare to do such a mad thing, feelings are self-satisfied with a certain strength - since you do not talk about feelings, the shot will hurt my family. Today I no longer need to What kind of national friendship is with you?"
"Derogatory, my generation should do their duty. How come mad?"
"The West Wind Yan clan, it is not the flame boxing of the Yan family - are you really Yan Yan Ma?"
"I will have more things. Why do you need to use a knife to kill chicken?"
"So very good." The eyes of the rifle were shrunk, and the body suddenly flew out and flew toward the front of Li Muyang.
嚓
The black iron sword in his hand turned into a black torrent, and slammed toward the top of the black robe boy.
The same moves that Wang Jian used just now.
The military is hanging!
This is a move that the senior generals in the army must practice every day, and it is also the most suitable move for immediate squatting.
Simple, sharp, and overbearing.
It is very lethal.
Unlike the fast sword Wang Lei, the crack is faster.
There are countless illusions in the air, and when you see that he has just leaped, the sword's sword has reached the top of his head.
The strength of the sword is even more fierce.
As soon as the sword went down, the blade was surrounded by a heavy curtain, like a black curtain.
The sword has already condensed into substance, and the black robe is completely covered.
The strong wind whistling, the tableware on the table fluttered, and the sound of the jingle.
The black robe boy has a slight look, and he can clearly feel the pressure brought by this sword.
Moreover, the sword has a taste inside. It is proved that the martial arts use this sword to kill a lot of people. When the blade is soaked by blood, the blood taste has entered the sword.
Killing the wild, there is such a smell.
It seems that the general of the martial law is to kill the enemy in person. It is not like the other princes who squatted in the back and took the biggest battle.
The black robe boy moved.
The fist hidden inside the sleeve once again smashed.
This time, his white fingers and powerful fingers have turned red, burning around the flames of his flaming flames.
"Flame Boxing"!
Xifeng Yanjia's "Flame Boxing"!
Different from the real flame boxing, the flame of Yanjia’s "Flame Boxing" is burning, and the "flame boxing" made by the black robe is fired.
That is to say, the body of flesh and blood is used as a fire, and then it is forced to the outside and condense into an open flame.
boom--
The red flame slammed into the black curtain of the sword, and the sound of screaming came, it was two powerful forces that devour each other.
咔嚓
The Xuan Tie sword in the hands of the rifle broke into two pieces.
The black strength instantly collapsed everywhere, and the red flame rushed forward, and the momentum fiercely slammed into the cracked chest.
"Ok--"
The martial arts snorted and the body quickly retraced toward the rear.
The two assistants leaped at the same time, and placed it in the middle with one left and one right, protecting him with his own body, avoiding his body hitting the stone wall of the inn.
boom!
This is the sound of the contact between the spine and the stone wall of the two assistants.
The two assistants spit blood at the mouth, and the body slid down the stone wall, and forced to release the rifle to the ground.
"puff--"
The throat of the cracked spit, and the blood was sprayed at the same time.
"General." A group of people gathered around and looked worried at the crack.
The only middle-aged man in the scene wearing a literary robes and holding a origami fan quickly stepped forward and reached out to the back of the rifle to supplement his true blood.
After the interest rate, the face of the crack finally eased.
The sullen eyes stared fiercely at the black robe boy, and the evil voice said: "A good Yan Xiangma. Yanjia's flame boxing is well-deserved, but, have you neglected one thing?"
"Ignore something?" asked the black robe teenager with a calm voice. One punch hit the fast sword Wang Lei, another boxing will be seriously injured in the Wuwu royal family's rupture, if it is not taken care of behind him, afraid that it is not necessarily able to get up now. However, he is like doing a trivial little thing, and there is no such thing as a young man's arrogance.
"Perhaps for him, these are really just small scenes." Wen weakly looked at the expression of the black robe boy, secretly thinking in his heart.
"This is Dawu." The rifle took over the silk scarf handed over by the middle-aged scribe and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Injury me, you don't want to go out alive."
"I just came to it, I won't go out easily."
"It's really funny." Wu cracked his mouth and smiled, but it involved the guilty injury, and he was so angry that he was crying out. The fist of the "Flame Boxing" just hit the position of his chest, and he was absorbed by him. Now the fire group has turned over the river in his chest. Although there is the massage and suppression of Zhi Lingyun, a Zhishu student, it still remains, not for a moment.
The spurs wiped the slap of the corner of the mouth and the white satin was blown away by the cool breeze, drifting toward the outside.
"Kill him." The cracked cold shouted.
"Yes."
More than a dozen assistants took the sword at the same time and rushed toward the black robe.
The rifle itself was not reconciled, ignoring the blockade of Zhishuyun Zhang Lingyun, and once again rushed toward the black robe.
This time, he will definitely make him pay a heavy price.
嗖
The green satin flutters like a green long snake hovering over the lobby.
The weak and weak wrists mentioned that the green long snake rushed toward several generals.
The generals had to change their minds and cut the green satin in their hands.
They know that if they want to kill a black robe, they can only get rid of the woman who is in the way.
"What's wrong? Want to bully more people? We can't do such a shameless thing." Weak weak toes, the body flies away, like a butterfly in several generals The sword is flying in the air. "Three brothers, nerds, you are going to help -"
The nerd was stunned and saw the text weak and the people fought together. He shook his head slightly and reached out again to find out the short book. The palm of his hand was stroking on the simple book and yelled: "Hey."
A ‘斩’ word floated out and turned into a black knife.
Tu Xin’s hand waved, and the big knife would be like a living creature to the two great generals who rushed over.
"Weak and weak, I will help you."
Qin Han screamed and reached out, and the giant sword behind him was automatically unsheathed.
He grabbed the huge beetle of the beast and waved a giant sword of ten feet to the generals who were weak in the siege.
Three members of the Dragon Squad joined, and the pressure on the black robe was reduced.
He looked up at the rifle that had been attacked one after the other, and the middle-aged scribe who stood next to him but rushed to the point of martial arts at the crucial moment, and the blood was filled in his eyes.
The black robe boy took the initiative to attack this time.
His body flew up like a large magma that was ejected by a volcano.
His hands clenched his fists, then he punched the rifle with a punch, and another punched the middle-aged scribe.
The punch that attacked the crack was white, and it was magnificent, like lightning.
The punch that attacked the middle-aged scribe was black, and he was overbearing, like a black wildfire.
"Looking for death." The cracks were once again intensified, and the palm of the hand went out more and more densely.
"Hurricane." The middle-aged scribe was obviously irritated by the black robe boy in an enemy-two posture. The folding fan in his hand resembled a white giant blade and was shot fiercely toward his head.
The black robe is not afraid, his eyes are cold, and the boxing out is not speeding up, and there is no effort.
He has great confidence in his two fists.
boom--
The middle-aged scribe was shot out by the "Fractal Flame".
The origami fan in his hand touched the black ghost fire and was instantly burned to ashes.
At the same time, the white robes on his body burned and were simultaneously turned into dust.
When his body slammed against the beam, his body had been burned to black charcoal.
The situation of the rifle was also not good. His "Death of the Gods" and the white lightning smashed into contact, and they encountered a tough blow.
"puff--"
The chest jerked a pain, and then the body flew away again.
The black robe boy's body stood in the sky, and the black robe once again stretched out the white jade palm.
He gently stroked the body that flew out of the crack, and the violent body flew backwards, and once again flew in the direction of the black robe.
Snapped--
The black robe juvenile's palm grip, just put the cracked neck in the palm of his hand.
The face of the rifle is like a gray ash, with a look of horror. The voice hoarsely shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me - Yan Xiangma, Dawu and Xifeng are good, I am the fourth son of Dawu Wang Hou Wuzhao, my father. The right of Dawu is bigger than that of Dawuwang. Dawu is completely controlled by my father. We Wuyan said that they can’t be quite related. Yan Xiangma, you don’t want to kill me, I am willing to promise you what conditions are there--
"You just said, don't talk about family friendship." The black robe said. His fingers were a little harder, and a black fire burned between his fingers.
In an instant, the violent body is ignited.
First, the hair, then the armor of the clothes, followed by the skin on the face and the flesh on the body.
Every part of the body is burning, and a black flame is released.
When the black robe plucked his fingers, the violent body fell to the ground.
咔嚓
It is like a human coke, falling on the ground and falling.