Vol 3 Chapter 1175: a proud man

Hey!
The mountain peaks are broken, the dust is all over the sky, a stream of light is shining, and the dust is cut through the air.
It turned out to be the rough man, and the action of archery did not stop on the way back.
Xiao Chen frowned, this man's archery is terrible, forcing him to use the strength of the quasi-emperor to catch.
The law of the heavens at Dantian is quickly consumed. Xiao Chen stepped forward, and the void was like a glimpse of light, and many scenes changed.
Drive the power of the heavens and the earth, fly and kick, and when the time is not allowed, kick this arrow.
Hey!
Nine roads broke open, and nine arrows appeared in the distance, coming from different directions and different angles.
I don't know what secret method to use, but also the power of heaven and earth.
Let the flying arrows faintly feel as if they are flying with the sky and the sky.
The doorway is far more than that. The nine arrows flew from the angle, each occupying a position, forming a heaven and earth cage.
No matter how Xiao Chen retreats, the heavens and the earth will move with it, and the point of the nine arrows will always lock Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen’s face appeared slightly dignified, and the palm of his hand shook, and even after seven days of flying, once he relaxed, he completely fainted.
Put it in your arms, Xiao Chen's toes are in the void, and the body rotates backwards.
Like the bright moon of the fire, the red peach blossoms, the hot sun, the yellow leaves, a vision from Xiao Chen's body.
With the power of the law of heaven, he once again exerts the brilliance of the moment and integrates into this world.
A variety of visions, magnificent scenery, like real, less gorgeous, but more than a rhyme and nature.
The knife is out, the light is shining, the glory is eternal in an instant, and the knife sweeps across all directions.
Hey!
Crisp ringing again and again, nine with the desperate arrow, bursting in the air, inexhaustible power, easy to disintegrate.
"Come on, passing the ridiculous sea, is the sea area ruled by the immortal holy land of Wanxue Island."
Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, and the volley was turned over. Flying 10,000 meters, a circle of rotation, with drifting electric light, roaring brontosaurus, roaring away, shield to the distance.
Above the island, the rough and heroic man pulls the bow. Faced with a long way to go, Xiao Chen, who had only one small black spot in his eyes, still did not give up.
As the bowstring is pulled a little bit, there is a thunderous sound that sounds in the sky and the earth, and the sound of the thunder is loud.
Rough man's forehead, a vertical eye opened, there was only one little black point Xiao Chen. Suddenly in his eyes, infinitely magnified, as if the space was shortened by half, and the figure was slightly closer in his eyes.
When you look at it thoroughly, your fingers are loose, the arrows in your hands are turned into chasing electricity, and you are desperate.
After shooting this arrow, the whole person completely collapsed, the vertical eyes slowly closed, the forehead was all sweat, pale and bloodless.
Xiao Chen, who has already gone far more than 50,000 meters, suddenly sinks into a heart, quickly turns around, thinking is tight in an instant, nothing is considered, and the cross knife is blocked in the chest.
Hey!
The scabbard is against the arrow, and the Xiaochen person is above the water, flying across the kilometer, and stunned the sky.
His face was slightly white, with five internal organs and a slight crack. The pain spread throughout the body. Xiao Chen spit out a bit of broken blood and felt much better.
"Is it all over?"
When the arrow is weak, the scabbard will fly the arrow, and the body of Xiao Chen hovered up. It was shot with a palm of 50,000 meters.
A bright moon rises behind him, the moon is like a fire, and it is poured out by thousands of pounds of blood.
The Tao is full of joy and sorrow, the words are separated, the writing is passionate, and the blood is hot.
The wine is intoxicating red, the blood is a beautiful fire, the millennium fire, the pride is forever, the road is full of joy!
On the island, except for the rough man, there are two people, a man and a woman, and the woman will not talk about it for the time being.
The male Xiao Chen is definitely familiar with it. It is the first person to kill the kendo in the world, Yan XIII!
"This person is very powerful. It looks like a young man. He can easily break the second star of the second brother, and even open the eyes of the hole, display the arrow of lore, and have not left this person."
The appearance of a mature woman, looking at the distance, catching the arrow of Xiao Chen, said with amazement.
The man with the bow named Mu Qingyun, his face was exhausted, and he smiled and said: "On the Wan Yao Island, I have been retiring for many years. I thought that except for my big brother, my peers could not win me. I didn't expect it. Wan Yaohai, I was hit by these attacks."
"Thirteen brothers, have you been swaying in the stars every year, and the stars of the sea are really so powerful?"
Every effort was made, the trick was made, and the final card was exposed. There was an arrow of strong confidence, and the result was blocked by the other party.
There is no doubt that this person is not depressed or even has a strong sense of his own strength.
Yan 13's cold face, can't see any expression, calmly said: "How come, just you have met someone who shouldn't touch it. This arrow hurts Qinglong Wang Xiaochen, as far as I know, my peers. Among them, he was the first to suffer such a big loss, you are proud of it."
"He is Qinglong Wang Xiaochen!" The woman's look was obviously shocked.
Mu Qingyun heard that he did not know how to cry and laughed. He knew the character of Yan XIII. I will never deliberately meet others. He said that he is praising him, and he is proud of himself. There is no falsehood.
In the case that the card is exhausted, it is only hurting the other party, its proud character, and these praises really can’t be laughed out.
Suddenly, Yan Thirteen looks slightly changed: "Retreat!"
The moment when the exit can be made is already late, and the night suddenly arrives. A round of bright moon rises, the moon is like a fire, illuminating the night sky, illuminating the island under their feet.
In the midst of the moon, there are countless people jumping out of the shadows. Everyone has a fascinating smile, and the heart is higher than the sky.
Between heaven and earth, it seems as if you can hear the loud songs, sing songs to the moon, share the wine, laugh and sorrow and joy.
The world is drunk, I am alone, saying that others can't see it; and Mo laughs that I am too mad, and I am mad at life.
Thousands of fires, thousands of people, lonely moons, I am crazy!
Thousands of people, while shooting a palm, 50,000 meters away from the island, in a flash fell apart, holding a bow man bear the brunt.
The five internal organs are cracked, and the seven holes are bleeding. If it is not wearing a heritage armor on the spot, the island will be scattered on the spot, and there will be no dead bodies.
Yan XIII and the woman were under less pressure, and they were all in their peak state, but drifted into the distance with the turbulent flow of the island.
The beauty of the beautiful women's performance is rather wolf, Yan XIII seems to be a lot easier, the hands of the ice sword, not even pulled out.
The woman stabilized her figure and looked at her face with a flustered look. When I saw the other person seriously injured in the sea, I was relieved and quickly flew over.
Not finished yet, just after a palm, it is a blue knife that goes up to the world. Divide the sea into two halves, accompanied by the Quartet Dragon, and go to the man with the bow.
The beautiful woman, seeing this horrible knife, could not help but reveal a trace of despair. The speed of this scythe, she could not catch up.
When she fell to the side of the bowed man, I saw that the man was divided into two halves of the body.
At the critical juncture, the face of the cold Yan XIII, between Sumi, quickly issued a sword.
The meaning of the killing sword is filled in the heavens and the earth, fighting with Longwei, and fighting for the front.
clang!
The sword body is between the electric and the flint, and it is blocked by the smear of the knife. Eighteen strands of strength, one wave is higher than one wave, and finally overlaps, and flows into the body of Yan XIII along the blade.
Yan thirteen corners overflowed with a trace of blood stains, the body in the air, rotated ten laps, and shocked countless waves. Only stopped in the air.
Looking into the distance, the darkness in my heart, still a little careless.
I haven't seen you for many years. The strength of this old friend has already surpassed his expectations. It can still have this power through a knife that is 50,000 meters away.
"Second brother, nothing!" Pretty woman, fell to the side of the seriously injured youth, anxiously asked.
Mu Qingyun smiled and said: "I can't die, but after waiting for the big brother to go out, let's go to the city of despair. This time it is really a shame to lose at home."
When the beautiful woman saw him and could make a joke, she let go of her heart and smiled. "It's okay, the thirteen sons said it, you are proud."
Mu Qingyun looked at Yan XIII, who had broken the slashing knives, and could not help but suffer. Qinglong Wang can't beat him. It seems that this Yan XIII is also hidden and it is not an opponent.
Originally with a full of pride, ready to go out of the Wan Yaohai, big show fists, now it is known, how many heroes in the world.