: 309. Yuan Zhengfeng is out!

Pan Botai, Pu Zhaojun and others, together fell to the Guangchang Mountain. Oh,
Zhang Chang, the elders of the palace, and others looked at each other with a serious look.
Pan Botai’s gaze directly looked at the Yanzhao song on the Shenlei Peak:
Yanjia children, you kill the old grandson, today is the time to pay!

Pu Zhaojun looked up and down the eight peaks.
Previously, a great battle between the Guangfu Mountain and the absolute abyss, the damage caused by it has been largely eliminated.
However, the fire peak that was cut off to the top of the mountain and re-sharpened is still showing to the world what kind of catastrophe was encountered before Guangshan.
Now, another heavier catastrophe, coming one after another, does not give the Guangcheng Mountain people a breathing space.
Pu Zhaojun said faintly: "Guangcheng Mountain is one of the six martial arts holy places in the Eight Great Worlds, but it is a land of filth and dirt. It secretly communicates with the nine secluded, establishes a sacred abyss, and intends to guide the nine secluded to my eight great world. , causing the devil to chaos in the world, and the spirits are coated with charcoal."
"You have taken the mountain to the cause of sorrow, and everyone has to smash it."
Zhang Changsong and other people who are widely acquainted with the war, the words are discolored, and angry.
A woman’s voice sounded:
The Great Day Shengzong, it’s still so shameless.

The voicer, but Fu Enshu, her eyebrows upside down: "The war is evil, you will not work the big day, and you will save your strength. Now the door continues to stop the nine secluded, and it is more with the ruins. If you get rid of it, you are cheap."
"The foreign war never saw your first self-proclaimed sacred place. Only the civil war between the great holy places of the people, but Baba's coming to play the prestige."
Fu Enshu yelled: "Now I dare to smear the door, really shameless!"
Pu Zhaojun said indifferently: "I am now a saint, isn't it to clear the traitors of the Eight Great Worlds, but also this world is a singularity, and it is impossible to sever the fall of the nine secluded?"
He looked at the mountains and looked up and down: "You are planning to find nine secluded at the moment, and my holy sect is to stop, that's the way it is."
Pu Zhaojun shook his head: "I didn't expect it before. It was a great place to go to the mountains, and it was a quiet walk."
Zhang Chang's face is ugly, and the elders of the palace are also tempered. They angered: "You will only be in the same day, not in the outside world, and you will see the old man. You are the insider of the evil spirits and the nine secluded streams!"
Pu Zhaojun said coldly: "The root of the sacred abyss, the founder of the sacred abyss, the lord of the sacred world, is the second person who is second only to Yuan Zhengfeng, Xin Dongping, and this matter has now spread throughout the world. It’s not that you can deceive if you argue a few words."
Zhang Changsong Shen Sheng said: "Xin Dongping has been cleaned up by the door, and even the devil of the gods Yuan Tian, ​​but also the Fuxi, the absolute attack on the door, but also destroyed, can not allow you to pour."
A voice rang in the distance: "It’s just that you abandon the car and protect the handsome, deliberately numb the tricks of the world."
With the voice, several figures emerged in the sky.
The leader is a middle-aged man and a white-haired old man.
The middle-aged man holds a long bow flashing purple light, which is the first elder of Tianlei Temple, Lin Tianfeng.
The old man beside him is a higher elder. He is a super elder of the Tianlei Hall. He has stepped into the top of the world for many years. He has been retiring from the Tianlei Temple for many years, but it is difficult to get the mountain this year.
Behind the two, there are many strong Tian Leidian.
The arrival of their group of people is to make the suffocation of the black clouds and the city to be destroyed.
The person who spoke only was Lin Tianfeng. He stood in the void and said: "I am waiting for you today, and I will retreat. I will be numb, and tomorrow is the time when Jiuyun will come to the Eight Great World."
Pan Botai said coldly on the side: "What do you do with them nonsense?"
"Don't worry about what it is, today's Guangcheng Mountain is destined to be destroyed!"
Pan Botai stared coldly at the Guangshang Mountain, staring coldly at Yan Zhaoge: "On the same day in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, you joined the blue sea city to retreat from my holy house. Today, the wind and water turn, the shame of the original, my holy house is back. For you guys."
"Today, the Eight Great Six Holy Lands, Guangcheng Mountain is removed!"
Guangshang Mountain faces strong enemies. Although it feels tremendous pressure, it has been waiting until the elders of Zhang, the elders of the palace, Fu Enshu and so on.
On the peak of the thunder, Yan Zhaoge clasped his hands on his chest, and his eyes moved back and forth between Pan Botai, Pu Zhaojun, Lin Tianfeng and others, and Huang Guanglie, who was on the top.
In the face of the death threat of such a great master, such as Pan Botai, Yan Zhao’s songs are not afraid.
He is only seriously analyzing the situation, the scene in front of him, and he needs his own arrangements to properly choose a goal.
Or, choose a target.
Yan Zhao song turned his head and looked at the direction of the mountain to Zefeng. He said: "I don't know if the ancestors can catch up. According to the time estimated by his old man, it should be two days..."
Although the idea may not be consistent with Yan Zhaoge, but at the moment, the enemy is in the doldrums, there are other warriors on the Guangchang Mountain, and the subconscious is looking to the back of the mountain to Zefeng.
There, there is an old man who has been guarding Guangbin for many years. In order to take advantage of the mountain, he is taking an adventure.
But soon, the look of these broad-ranging warriors faded.
Not to mention that the old man is risking life and death. If he is unsuccessful, he will become a benevolent person.
Even if it succeeds, it will not be in such a short period of time.
The voice of Huang Guanglie came from the sky: "Yan Di, understand to tell you, the big day Hengtian feet, the old man brought with him."
"The reason why you don't use it is because you are a rare talent. In the last battle of your life, the old man will let your brilliance bloom in front of the world."
"But if you are hoping for Yuan Zhengfeng, then you will die early, Yuan Zhengfeng, he is slower than the old man."
"With his old wounds, even if he can successfully set foot in the holy world, it will take at least a year. The old man knows that he has only closed for a few months."
"Do you think that the old man broke your Guangshan Mountain and used it for more than half a year? You can try it first to stop the old man and say it in half an hour."
Huang Guanglie’s voice sounded through the heavens and the earth, reverberating throughout the Tianzhongzhou:
Not to mention, the old man’s merits and demerits were successfully completed, and the big day’s balance was in hand, that is, Yuanzhengfeng also became Wusheng, today’s Guangshan Mountain, The old man is also stepping on!"
At this time, the Guangshan Mountain, suddenly violently shaken, a grand boundless, as if to be with the heavens and high will be heard from it!
"Yellow is very old, windy, flashing your tongue."
The huge beam of light rises from the peak of the zebra, straight into the sky, among the light columns, a figure looming.
Under the peak of the singer, He Chang, who has been keeping the law, has not been pleased. During the change of his hands and gestures, a pattern rises and falls on the back of the person in the light column.
The man raised his hand to the sky, and the scent of the singer of the singer of the singer of the Qing dynasty, suddenly flew out and fell into the palm of the man.
Lost Taiqing Array to help resist, Huang Guanglie’s terrorist power suddenly came to the sea.
But the figure that took over the sky over the Zefeng peak, has already arrived in front of Yan Di, raising his hand is a palm!
The amount of violent violence hits, and the giant hand directly shatters the golden light that Huang Guanglie Sanyang Qitai has condensed!
Between the heavens and the earth, Huang Guanglie’s bursting drink:
Yuan! Zheng! Feng!
(To be continued.)