Chapter 211: Smoke and rain

Everyone's eyes are cast into the void, watching the dark shadow of the overbearing.
I saw a sneer on the black shadow face, a faint saying: "You don't need to know this, give you a time to give you a self-discipline, or I will shoot, so that you don't have bones."
"Where is the big man, I will die, I will die for the war, but unfortunately I am a soldier of the Three Armies, and I am implicated."
Liu Yan raised his eyes and looked at the dark shadows in the void. His body burned with a strong sense of war. His body, rising up, would rather die and die, not humiliating and self-discipline.
The snowy moons all showed their incomprehensible anger, the sin of the snowy moon, the crime of non-war.
"Since you are looking for death, I will be with you."
The black shadows were indifferent, and the black real elements of the body were once again gathered together, full of the power of destruction.
"The anger is rushing to the crown, and the rest is on the fence."
"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
"Thirty merits and dust, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons."
A melodious song of high vocality came from far and wide, and it was very hot and bloody. Immediately, only the clear and incomparable voice fell into the ears of all the soldiers.
"If Liu Yan is dead, Capricorn Capricorn will be buried here today."
This voice is very slight and not overbearing, but it gives people an unquestionable feeling.
The shadow of the black shadow disappeared, looking into the distance, the indifferent road: "Which population is mad?"
"Han Mo, do you bully me for the snow?"
The rolling sound waves came from far and near, and slowly came. After a while, there was another figure in the void.
Under this figure, the cloud of the true Yuan is rolling, and the man is sitting on the cloud of the real yuan. In front of him, there is a guqin, a knee and a piano.

A smog of rain and rain is flat, and the rain is raining.

Looking at the figure that appeared, Hanmo's eyes were slightly condensed, and the eyes flashed in a sharp, sharp color. This person appeared here.
"The sorrowful hunger and barbaric meat, laughter and talk about thirst and drink more and more blood." This middle-aged finger of the knees flutters, a melody emerges in the guqin, and the endless white brilliance floats out from the strings of the guqin, instantly, together The sound of the muffled sound came out, only to see the bottom, and the chest of the sergeant near the thousand smoky was pierced by the rhythm of the piano.
Talking and laughing, the smoke is gone, and the killing does not see blood.
"Han Mo, you kill me the army of the snow moon, I will kill you the army of Mo Yue, if you dare to kill Liu Yan, I will kill Capricorn."
Middle-aged indifferent looking at the angry Hanmo, even if murder, with a little elegant meaning, talking and laughing, Fu Qin, the figure is extinguished.
The crowd was shocked, and another top-ranking strongman was too strong. It was not something they could resist. The fluctuations in the fingers and the strings could kill thousands of people.
The eyes of the Sergeant of the Snow Moon looked at this person, and the eyes flashed in the eyes, and the heart was filled with endless hopes.
A smoky rain, Ren Pingsheng, although they have not heard of the name of the smoke and rain, but he can speak like this, obviously has the strength not weaker than the shadow, is the top of the snowy month.
At this time, Lin Feng's heart, but once again trembled, the smoke and rain were born, it turned out that he called the smoke and rain.
In the middle age of the emptiness of the piano, Lin Feng knows not only him, but also many people in Tianyi College know this person.
That teaches Lin Feng to play the piano, let Lin Feng meditation person, Lin Feng, as a teacher of the peach blossom forest in the people of Fuqin.
Lin Feng didn't even think about it. He had contacted him a few times to help him calm down. He even helped him to break through the cultivation of the man who played the piano. He had such a strong strength.
It is just like a virgin, like a thunder, this is a bit similar to the question of Ao Xue, seemingly more beautiful than a woman, in the battlefield, incarnation in white to kill God, a sword to kill one.
"Smoke and rain are flat." Lin Feng secretly recorded this name, the strength of the teacher of Yan Yu should be stronger than the strength of Long Ding, the deputy director of Tianyi College.
Hanmo’s eyes stared at the smoke and rain, and he was silent for a moment. Then he said:
The name of the long-lost snow and rain, today, how is the war?

"If you want to fight, you can fight."
The sound of smoke and rain is still light and calm, as if everything is not concerned.
The rolling black real yuan gathered in front of Hanmo's body, and Hanmo's right palm swung in the void. Suddenly, after his palm, the follower was incomparably black.
"Destroy!"
Along with a loud rumbling, Hanmo slammed out of the palm of his hand, and the darkness seemed to reappear the palm prints that were inundated by the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and hiding the sun.
The smoke and rain are indifferent and sit on the white clouds gathered by the real yuan. The fingertips fluctuate, and above the strings, the endless stream of light flows out and goes toward the sky.
"咻,咻,咻..."
The sharp whistling sound continued to flow from the void, the black palm print was directly penetrated by the streamer, the endless white streamer with the incomparably sharp air, shot to the Han ink, and the broken palm print, still looming forward The smoke is raining.
"Come in another place to fight." Hanmo shouted and his body pulled out.
"This is what it is." The smoke and rain responded with a sigh of relief, and the white clouds gathered by the real yuan moved in the void.
It was only an instant effort, and the figure of the two turned into a black spot, going toward the distant sky, and finally, disappeared completely.
The strength of Hanmo and Yanyu is so powerful. If it is a battle here, the aftermath of the battle will inevitably affect the people below. Hanmo and Yanyu are born, obviously not willing to do so.
Looking at the two disappearing figures, the sergeant below could not calm down for a long time, and his eyes still looked at the void.
To reach that level of strength, one person is enough to affect a battle, destroy a legion, too strong, and it is no wonder that the nine countries have agreed not to let the top powers of the country directly participate in the war.
"The sorrowful hunger is a barbaric meal, and laughs and talks about thirst."
"kill!"
Liu Yan shouted in the void and took off the bow and arrow behind him. Behind him, the golden martial arts emerged, and a bow pointing directly at the sky caught the eye.
When he reached out and grabbed it, the imaginary Wuhun bow and arrow were actually caught in the hands of Liu Yan. Immediately, the nine arrows were aimed at the Mojiu Legion, the hands were released, the golden light was crossed, and dozens of people were wearing golden arrows. Passing over the chest, it is a sudden death.
"kill!"
The snowy moons screamed and trembled in the heavens and the earth. Just now, Hanmo killed a thousand people, threatened them with the Snow Moon Corps, and threatened to make Liu Yan self-discipline. This made the three armed forces grieve, but they could do nothing. Now, the smoke and rain appear in peace and fight against Hanmo. Saved them, and let the generals not die, all of which undoubtedly aroused the raging flames and endless blood of the Xueyue army.
Blood water, once again dyed the red earth.
Lin Feng, holding a long sword, constantly killing in front of him. Beside him, there are many people with blood-colored masks fighting side by side with him. Wherever he goes, blood is everywhere.
The scope of the battlefield continues to expand, without any tactics, only death.
At this point, Lin Feng finally saw the shadow of the shadow, sitting in the battle immediately, Qian Li figure, Duan Xinye.
However, Duan Xinye couldn’t move at all. Her body was tied to the horse. The horse she was riding on was also surrounded by eight horses. All eight were covered with black armor. It’s a black defender.
Duan Xinye also saw Lin Feng, the beauty of the two, like the autumn water, rippled up a ripple, a little expectation.
Of course, the group of black defenders also saw the killing Lin Feng and others. After the armor, the eyes were full of savage, sharp and biting.
Step by step, Lin Feng took the sword and the body leaped. While Lin Feng leaped, one of the black guards also moved at the same time, and the body pulled up out of thin air. "Hey."
Lin Feng is a sword, and Guanghua is overflowing.
The black defender’s palm trembled, and suddenly Lin Feng felt that the power of a river of oceans was coming to him, so that his sword was in a stormy, floating, unstable space. .
The soft but fierce two-pole power directly shocked Lin Feng and landed on the ground. Lin Feng saw that the black defender had returned to the war horse. He looked at Lin Feng indifferently, waved his hand, and suddenly ran away with horseshoes and eight horses. The carrier Duan Xinye ran away.
"Great, this group of black defenders, are strong." Lin Feng 瞳 Kong Yi Ning, although this group of black defenders only eight people, but their strength is much stronger than the group that he was obliterated.
The body rushed out, Lin Feng slammed down a sword, a figure fell from the battle immediately, Lin Feng flew into the war horse, and immediately chased the eight iron ride.
Duan Xinye, in any case, must be saved.
Ps: Bless the brothers have a happy Valentine's Day, and the brothers who have a love have an early pursuit of their goddess.
The chrysanthemum was smashed by the shackles, and the flowers were supported. The flowers of the last day doubled, and the brothers with flowers did not keep it.