Chapter 408: 1 battle to the king (14)

The iron tower magic stone face with horror, tall and tall into the tower-like body swaying around the wolverine, quickly retreating, seems to avoid anything.
Behind him, a private stream of light flashed through his back.
The tower magic stone bravely screamed: "The tower is golden," and the body is golden, like the same King Kong stands in the air.
However, with a bang, Sun Shenxiang’s representative ugly sword broke his bodyguards and broke his voice of King Kong, hitting his back heavily.
The tower magic screamed and screamed, his screaming body, his golden body flicked quickly from the part of the sword, and the whistle did not fall, standing in the air like the iron tower of the stone body, has been like a broken golden statue In order to make a pile of gold powder, in the whistling sound, the four scattered.
Iron Tower Magic Stone, hey!
Almost at the same time, the red magic sword of the corpse field was scattered, the ragged clothes, the blood of the fingers, the other direction, quickly fled, did not escape far, behind, two red crimson practice lasing.
Two screams, one practises through his body and suffocates, strung into the chest, with a beating heart, flies into the air, while another practises against the two temples of the corpse, with A drop of red blood flew out.
Tian Hongjian made a scream of screaming and screaming, and fell down.
The corpse is red sword, hehe.
Within the battlefield, a dead silence.
The three figures were separated, and then, the two top-level foundations were repaired, in no case, almost at the same time.
The undisputed Sun Hao Sun Shen Xiang attacked two top Zhuji monks with one enemy and two.
How could this be?
How could this be?
The battlefield is dead, no one can believe this fact.
Liu Hua stunned and rushed to Song Xiaoli and said: "Master sister, the master is so fierce..."
Yes, it’s so fierce! These masters and sisters of Sun Hao are all the same thoughts at this time.
Sun Hao came out and shouted in his mouth. Shen Xiangjian issued three swords and stabbed them. Finally, the sword was like a mountain. With infinite momentum. Killing the iron tower magic stone brave, the peerless gods turned into a practising, but also directly pierced the two key points of the corpse magic field red sword, killing.
Make a contribution in one fell swoop. Killing two enemies, Sun Hao sighed: "Iron brother, corpse brother. All the way to go", in the sigh, but it is a flutter. Killed the direction of Yu Fan Moyang Zhang Liang.
Compared with other monks, it may be psychologically prepared for this result. Before Sun Hao was saved, Yu Fan Zhang Liang had quickly reacted and shouted in his mouth. The feather fan swayed, but it was once again fighting. A loud scream: "There is a long snake in the array, set fire, attack."
With his screams. According to the lupin, five hundred elite devils made a blow and attacked Sun Hao, who was rushing.
Sun Hao laughed loudly, did not hide or not, and withstood these various fireworks-like attacks, rushing up.
All kinds of attacks fell on Sun Hao, and the five-inch sacred sacred body protector, leaving the attack of five hundred elite magic repairs on the body, but can not hurt Sun Hao.
At the extremely fast speed, Sun Hao did not hesitate to kill Yu Zhang Zhang Liang.
This kind of hernia?
The war broke out and immediately started again. This time, Sun Hao rushed to the elite battlefield of Yu Fanzhang.
Pick one hundred and five.
Although there are many five hundred, but like a group of ants, they can't break the defense. Sun Haosun Shen Xiang, actually fiercely attacked with five hundred magic repairs, directly rushed to the end.
Once again, Sun Hao Sun Shenxiang showed its extremely ferocious side.
A top-ranking monk like the Five Devils and Five Swords can also fight against Zhang Liang, but it must not be like Sun Hao's aroma, and the tyrannical frontal overlord is the bow.
A handsome young man also has such an elegant domineering and arrogant side.
Yes, the elegant domineering arrogance, all kinds of attacks, the body of Sun Hao shook slightly, like shaking the dust on the body, blocking these attacks, face with a smile, striding forward, Yushu Linfeng, killing Yang Zhangliang.
On the hazard, Sun Hao thinks that the fan fan of the martial arts Zhang Liang is still on top of other top-level foundations, this battle, must be a fan of Zhang Liang.
Yang Zhangliang’s heart sighed in a sigh, finally realized the helplessness and unwillingness of killing the magic Lushan face Sun Hao.
I finally understand that killing Lulushan is reluctant to intercept Qingyun Sword Liu Peijie, and is not willing to face Sun Hao. Because of this, Sun Hao’s combat power has exceeded the killing of a big piece, like Sun Hao’s combat power. Zhuji disciples are afraid that it is quite rare for the giants to dominate the mainland.
Qingyunmen actually appeared such a base disciple.
At this time, Yu Fan Zhang Liang seems to have seen the final ending of the sacred sect, unless there is a war of Jin Dan, otherwise, the sage will lose.
The tower konjac, the corpse of the konjac, his feather fan is the main heart of the five elements of the Mozong. At this time, if he wants to escape, it is not impossible, but if he escapes, it means that the battlefield is full of collapse, Wan Duo Sheng Zong disciples, did not escape a few?
The feather fan swayed, and Yang Zhangliang issued a series of orderly retreat orders. Finally, Yang Tian laughed.
Silver dances, laughs in the mouth, screams in the mouth, and even squirts three bloods. Then, sings to the "heroes, the devil's dry; the people of the people, the devil's book... the soft energy system, the weak ability, The old ancestors cheered, the three slightly attached..."
In the high singing voice, the feather fan Yang Zhangliang body vacated, holding the fan with both hands, surrounded by a slight sigh: "Today, if you and I retreat, thousands of disciples behind you, can save geometry? This war, only dead war, you friends, can help Zhang Liang With one hand, go to death together?"
Five hundred elite disciples, looking forward.
Not sorrowful, Sun Hao, who walked away from the court, immediately understood the meaning of Yang Zhangliang, and the fan fan was going to die.
Look around, the magic and the retreat of the war, and the five hundred elites immediately understand that they are the last bastion of this battle, the moment when they are destroyed, the moment when the holy sect is completely collapsed, the feather fan is afraid It is to lead everyone, stop the evil tiger on the opposite side, retreat for other fellows, and win time.
Moreover, the feather fan once again spurted blood and burned Shouyuan, but it was a mortal ambition.
The magic repairs, especially the magical repairs that grew up in Zongmen, are all and screaming, and they shouted loudly: "The feather fan, fight, we will fight with you..."
"The heavens and the earth are open, the five elements are rushing, the water is simmering, the woods are lush, the golden stalks are flaming, the fire is flaming, the soil is wide and wide, and the sages are born, and the five heroes emerge..."
Yu Fan Yang Zhang Liang set off the "Five Elements of the Holy Song", five hundred magic repaired disciples, Qi Qi sang, the voice is low and strong, a tragic momentum, filled the battlefield.
Sun Hao is unmoved, always smiling and calm.
Every step, there are magical repairs that block the road, have fallen under Sun Hao's agarwood sword, in the air, like a dumpling, in order to kill the ten devils, the hands are not merciless.
There is no right or wrong, a dispute over resources.
Above the battlefield, there is no right or wrong, only the outcome.
Five hundred devils repaired the elite disciples, under the supervision of Yang Zhangliang, the former servants and followers, various arrays of methods, all kinds of tactics, have rushed to Sun Hao, and many monks and even singers, killing Sun Hao Around me, she blew herself up, only to stop the pace of Sun Hao’s advancement.
There are still a lot of magic repairs and even do not want to block Sun Hao with the flesh, although knowing it is futile, but only to let Sun Hao slow down for a while.
Among the hymns, the way of killing and killing is not tragic.
Many of the demon disciples who fled back and forth were tearful, and the singer of the tragic five-line hymns gradually moved away from the battlefield.
Sun Hao admire the courage and fighting spirit of the opposite demon disciple to go to death, but the killing still has to kill, one step to kill the ten devils, and the hands are not merciless.
Although there is a sputum body, but the blood splashed after killing the magic, still dyed Sun Hao's clothes.
The reflection of Sun Hao's bald head is blood red.
Above the three flying swords, covered with blood marks.
Five hundred magic repairs, plus some voluntarily generous to death, rushed to the magic repair, before and after, Sun Hao killed many monks, they can not remember, only know a lot.
Sun Hao’s goal is to be a fan of Zhang Yang, but all the magic repairs that are in front of him will be killed.
After some fighting, Sun Hao stood in front of the feather fan Zhang Zhangliang, surrounded by two people, a corpse of blood and sea, are the corpses of the Mo Xiu disciples scattered in the ground.
On the top of the corpse, Yu Jian stood up, and Sun Hao smiled lightly: "Zhang Liangxiong."
Silver played the dance, Yang Zhangliang held the fan in his hands, and he said slightly to Sun Hao: "Agarwood is well cultivated, Zhang Liang admire."
Sun Hao sighed slightly: "Zhang Liangxiong is a great talent, but Shen Xiang can't leave you down."
Yang Zhangliang held the fan and said: "Thanks to Shen Xiang for his value, Zhang Liang feels honored."
Sun Hao looked into the distance and sighed: "Sun Hao has come all the way, destroying countless enemies, full of blood, and never regretted it. Today, there is no uneasiness. If it is not a camp, if it is not On the battlefield, Sun Hao Xu and Zhang Liangxiong talked about the wine and shook hands."
Yang Zhangliang's pale face flashed red and faint, and the feather fan hugged and laughed: "Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow Great fun."
Sun Hao nodded and asked with a smile: "Zhang Liang can play chess?"
Zhang Liangyu fan gently shakes: "Slightly know one or two ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sun Hao wrists, a jade chessboard appeared in the middle of the two, jumped up, sitting on the chessboard, sitting on the chessboard, said with a smile: "Zhang Liangxiong, please.

"Respect is not as good as life," Yang Zhangliang also smiled and sat on the other side of the board.
The two sit on the sea of ​​blood, talking and laughing, like many years old friends, the game of chess.
Song down the chess two or three sons, killing the sound of the sky and smoke; the sea is nowhere to play, the autumn wind fence falls down.
Two hours, the battlefield shouting and killing sound gradually returned to calm, Ganguling wars Qingyunmen all-round victory, Qingyunmen disciples far from the blood of the corpse, the two players still playing.
When the game finally won.
For a long time, in the sky, Sun Hao sighed: "Zhang Liangxiu is good."
Immediately, on the battlefield, there was a long singing voice: "Naiqiao, Naiheqiao, seven inches wide and ten thousand feet high; the wind blows the swinging pendulum, the small wind blows and shakes; the blessed man bridges, no blessing The person fell off the bridge..." (To be continued.) Enable the new URL