: 2116, happy and worried

"Yes, yes, it’s her, I know her face, that is, she grabbed my god’s bag..."
"It is her, my son is her kill, I want her to pay for it..."
"I won't admit this face, that is, she lied to our King Peng..."
Said, someone rushed straight to the fog with a knife...
Mingwu Yanguang can also guess from their dialogue, it must be that Fuling is doing shameful things against the fake face to blame himself.
She didn't want to talk nonsense with these people, and immediately flew to her side and avoided the attack.
When Mingyue Huang saw her daughter come back, she was happy and nervous.
"Yan, these people are coming to blame you, the king of the king has gone to find the real murderer, don't worry."
The main gods of Muyan and Baihua Temple also immediately retreated to the Mingyue emperor on their side, and the Mingwuyan was tightly guarded at the center.
"Northern God, don't worry, the king will come back soon."
Mingwu Yan looked at the blood of the chest, the main of the hundred flowers, did not say anything, immediately took out a bottle of medicinal herbs, poured out a few tablets of powder into a powder, lightly sprinkled on the wounds of the Lord God of Baihua Temple.
Just when she wanted to give Mu Yan and herself a simple treatment, Jin Peng in the sky suddenly swooped down from the air, and a piece of Jin Mang directly hit the range of Ming Yu Yan.
Mingwuyan raised his hands, dozens of melody notes with her robbery fly to the sky, quickly intercepting these golden awns.
When she discovered that her spiritual power and the temperament of God were not restricted because she returned to the world of robbing the world again, she slammed her hand into the air again, and wanted to use the technique of spatial dislocation to seal the entire sky.
However, what surprised her was that her spiritual power had no way to form a spatial dislocation array, but it was inexplicably turned into a powerful purple light, almost hitting all the Jinpeng in the sky.
Only heard the sound of heavy sounds, the Jinpeng blinks that were still arrogant in the air have become the ashes of the land, and finally turned into blue smoke and disappeared into the sky.
And the people on Jinpeng are already stunned at the moment, lying on the ground for a long time can not climb.
The people around him were horrified and looked at the bright fog of the move, and they couldn’t believe it.
Mingwuyan looked at his hand, his face full of doubts.
"You see, she kills again, she kills again, she is a witch! Don't kill her, our entire Shenfeng Academy people are going to die." In the crowd, a person hiding in the crowd shouted in horror .
The people around him immediately returned to God, and they ignited fighting spirit and war.
"We killed her together..."
The eyes of Mingwuyan were suddenly cold, and a purple light was once again sent out from the hands. The person who was hiding in the crowd and ignited by the wind was suddenly wrapped in a purple light. Then, a terrifying scene happened...
After the purple light wrapped the person, he did not die immediately like those of Jinpeng, but like peeling corn, it was first peeled off by purple light, then peeled off into several petals, and finally cut into pieces by purple light. Fragment...
And these happen in an instant.
The air around it seems to be still at this moment, people's breathing has stopped, and people who want to attack and kill are all stopped.
It’s too horrible, this kind of death is really terrible.
Ming Mist Yan is also embarrassed at this time, she does not know what happened.
At this moment, the flame of the flame man’s hand suddenly appeared in her mind...
Then, the blazing blaze turned into the three-year-old three-robbery sword...
Just as she was squinting at her head in the fog, there was a familiar voice in her mind...
"Shantou, three generations of three robbery swords are the swords of heaven and earth...just three lives, God punishes three robbers. Everyone who dies from the three-year-three-robbery sword is killed in his own disaster, how he hurts people The three-year-old robbery will return the cause and effect to him. And under the three-year-three robbery sword, the nine swords will not die, and the sword of heaven and earth will have no effect on him. However, when you can condense the sword, you will be able to Responsible for the power of the heavens and the earth, rewriting the swordsmanship and rules given by the three-year-old three-robbery sword..."
Speaking of this, the sound paused and continued: "The master of the three-year-old three-robbery sword has a heaven and earth mission, that is, the seal of the magic sword. The master of the magic sword can enter and exit the world once a hundred years, remember! Forgetting The city is the best place to seal the magic sword."
After listening to it, the whole person was shocked.
Because the magic sword!
It turns out that the strange sword in the old hand of Feng is really a magic sword. There is really a magic sword.
"Yan, what's wrong with you?" Mingyue Huang saw her daughter seem to be scared, and did not move, busy and nervous to look at her daughter.
The daughter had just had a lot of power, and the murderous technique he had never seen before, and the daughter himself seemed to be scared.
Mingwuyan returned to God and shook his head. "I am fine, that is, I can't control my strength. Those who want to kill me may die very badly."
The people around him also returned to God. When they heard her words, everyone dared not come forward.
It is such a strong and horrible that only one stroke can kill so many Jinpeng big birds and kill such a person with such cruelty.
If such a person does not really have any deep hatred, who would dare to take the initiative to attack.
However, they did not know that the latter half of Mingwuyan was purely nonsense. Since the three-year-old three-robbery sword is a land of heaven and earth, it is unlikely to kill such an innocent person so cruelly.
Just thinking about this, there was a voice coming from her mind...
"Cong...what...you...the three-year-old three-robbery sword has destroyed one person in the portrait of the of death, and the number of remaining enemies is twenty-eight."
The fog is faint, and the person who seems to have died so badly is the person on the side of Feng Lao.
Just as her gaze looked around, I wanted to see how lucky I was, and when I couldn't meet other people in the old team, there was another crisp and clean voice in her mind.
"Congratulations, God kills another person on the portrait of the of death, and the number of remaining enemies is twenty-seven."
"Congratulations, God kills another person on the portrait of the of death, and the number of remaining enemies is twenty-six."
"Congratulations, God kills one person on the portrait of the of death, and the number of remaining enemies is twenty-five."
"Congratulations, God kills another person on the portrait of the of death, and the number of remaining enemies is twenty-four."
Mingwu Yan’s eyes widened in surprise, and the people on the old side of the phoenix died four or five times. She was happy and worried.
She didn't start fighting again here. So, it was Xue Yihan who had an accident on the other side.
Thinking of this, she immediately said to her own 爹 and Mu Yan, the main of Baihua Temple: "Where did they go? We hurry to help them."