Chapter 189: Fang Xianer vs no roots!

Chu Changtian’s figure has not yet fallen, and Long Guanming suddenly took a shot out of the air and chased the past. I saw a flower on the heart of Chu Changtian. When the person had not landed, he was cut off.
Fang Xianer just knocked back Chu Changtian and did not want his life. Can Long Guanming this palm, but it is unrelenting. Fang Xianer was angry and turned his head and glared at Long Guanming. "What are you doing?"
Long Guanming smiled coldly and looked at Fang Xianer Road. "Fang girl, sometimes "women" people are the most stupid act!"
"You!" Fang Xianer was furious, and a flower has changed his color. [
Long Guanming snorted and refused to say, "Kill! One does not stay!"
Thirty-six dragon group masters, each show tricks, thirty-six sharp palms, straight to the two masters of Chuhua swept away.
Originally, Chu Yuguan and Huajiyuan were able to block the first block of these two congenital peaks. However, in order to kill a road, the two formerly spent almost all of their infuriating power. In the face of the attack of 36 innate masters, they seemed unable to do so. As a result, it can be imagined that the originally fragile line of defense collapsed in half.
Among the two Chuhua, the masters of the innate realm, each will be the focus of two to three dragon group masters. The higher the martial arts, the faster the death. Just like the wheat that was cut, the hard work of the eyes, the two masters of Chuhua fell down.
Chu Yu Guan witnessed the split, Hua Jiyuan is even more vomiting blood. The foundations accumulated by the two families for decades have been falling apart and turned into cloud smoke.
"You are a group of rabbits, all of them give me a hand!" Thirty-six dragon group masters are killing the pain, in the air, a sigh of sorrow, the rootless old man with no power, quickly plundered. The man is still in the air, has not yet fallen, the two palms will open the bow around, stir the heaven and earth aura, launched a series of impenetrable mad attack.
Breaking through the congenital old man without roots, while facing the 36 innate masters, still has the upper hand.
The prestige of the dragon group masters, the screams of panic and chaos, have rushed back. Just in the blink of an eye, the dangers of Chu and Hu were resolved.
The appearance of the rootless old man made Fang Fanger’s heart mad. She is so familiar with the breath that comes from the rootless old man, that is the breath that only the monk can release.
Thirty-six innate masters, facing the human warriors, are invincible, but in the face of the monks, they are not enough to watch. Fang Xianer’s heart sank and he was ready to shoot.
Although Long Guanming’s cultivation is general, his eyesight is amazing. Only with the eye-catching appearance of the unrooted old man, it is judged that the rootless old man is not the master of the dragon group, and his heart is slightly nervous.
"Fang girl, should you shoot?" Long Guanming turned to look at Fang Xianer.
Fang Xianer snorted and walked to the front of the rootless old man.
Fang Xianer’s eyesight is good, and the eyesight of the old man without roots is worse? With so many people in the audience, the unrooted old man saw Fang Xianer at first sight. There is no way, Fang Xianer is not only very beautiful, but the unique atmosphere of the monk is even more so that the elderly without roots can't ignore her.
The rootless old man seemed a little surprised. Before he came, he only thought that it was a master of 36 dragons at best, but he did not expect that he would meet a monk here. Moreover, looking at the posture of Fang Xianer, it seems that he is still not under him. Strictly calculated, Fang Xianer entered the first-class monk earlier than the rootless old man.
In the face of Fang Xianer, who is also a monk, the expression of the old man without a root is serious. Shen Sheng asked, "Girl, are you with him?" The old man pointed out that he was pointing to the dragon official, and his face was disdainful.
Fang Xianer looked at Long Guanming with a cold look, Shen Shen said "No! However, I can't let you kill him!"
"If I must kill?" The face of the old man who had no roots sank.
"Then you have to pass me before!" Fang Xianer pulled out the frost sword that Jin Pingyue gave her. The cold light flickers, the sharp "forced" people, so that the rootless old man can not stop a burst of envy. He has not yet had a decent weapon since he entered the realm of a first-class monk. After a few years of hard work, it has become more and more unsatisfactory. [
"Fang girl, for a while, ten thousand hands under the mercy! I look at this old road, a good repair, is a useful talent, can conquer the best!" Long Guanming actually played the idea of ​​the rootless old man, the rootless old man A face, green for a while, the red for a while is changing.
"No wonder my master is going to destroy your dragon family. You two brothers are really not things! Dragon official month is already dead, I see you live to the end!"
"What do you say? My brother is dead!?" Long Guanming stunned his body, and his face turned to the unrooted old man, and his eyes were as if he wanted to smash the boneless old man.
"Oh... your brother is daring, my master's people dare to move, isn't it looking for death? Now your dragon's headquarters is afraid that it has been completely compromised. I believe that it will not take long for my master to come here. When you have a good look!"
"This predecessor, are you really talking? Qin Gu and two have already captured the Dragon's Headquarters?" Chu Yuguan has been desperate, and suddenly heard the words of the old man without a root, his heart swelled and rekindled. hope.
The rootless old man nodded and said to him, "Yes! My master, let me help you. I am there, guarantee you nothing!"
"Thirty-six innate masters brought by the Dragon official month?" Huajiyuan was a little excited because of his excitement.
"My Master seems to be very interested in the 36 innate masters. Now I am afraid that I have been my master and become my master's hand." Wu Gen old man replied casually.
"I don't know what to say!" Fang Xianer heard this and couldn't help but roar. "You think that your master is who, the dragon group, he said that he can conquer the service. It's ridiculous!"
The old man without a root smiled and said, "Girl, you must not believe it! My master is full of power. In this world, there is really nothing that he can't do. Right, oh... my master's handsome, I don't think it's good for you to be long, and my master is just a natural pair. It's better to give you a bridge, take a line, and complete this human relationship. Everyone turns to be a jade, isn't it beautiful?"
"Well, you don't know the old man who knows how to live and die, even dare to play the girl, look for death!" Fang Xianer's madness lost his color, and he said nothing, the frost sword in his hand, and the "shot" of a sharp sword Go straight to the throat of the old man without roots.
The rootless old man laughed and slammed back, waving and sinking, rolled up a piece of silver, and swept it out.
The two collided with each other, and a muffled sound was heard. The sword light dissipated, and a few floating and sinking silver wires floated slowly in the air. The rootless old man couldn’t help but sigh, and this ups and downs was the enemy’s sword in the hands of Fang Xianer.
"Little girl, why do you have such a big temper? You have never seen my master, if you see it, you will like it!" The old man smiled.
Fang Xianer became more and more annoyed, holding a sigh of anger, and without saying anything, the sword was unfolding, and Huo Huo’s "forced" turned to the old man without roots.
The monk is the monk, the frost sword in the hands of Fang Xianer, it seems to be alive, and the sigh of the monks is constantly being swallowed around the whole body of the rootless, and the children are constantly turning around and letting others Can not help but squeeze a cold sweat for the elderly without roots.
"Ha! Little girl, I don't want to be a tiger, you are a sick cat!" After a few escapes from the sword, the old man with a cold snorted, his hands floating and sinking, suddenly "shot" out of millions of silver. The color of the light, straight "shot" on the sword front of Fang Xianer.
Just listening to a slap in the face, like the sound of the jade beading, the sword in the hands of Fang Xianer trembled, finally deviated from the trajectory, and went wrong from the body of the old man without roots.
The two men's hands, seemingly ordinary, but in the hearts of Hua Jiyuan, Chu Yuguan and others, they were shocked by the waves. That trick, the power of the outburst, can be said to be the martial arts way, the interpretation of the best. Every little movement has its own meaning that shocks them.
"This is the power that can break through the congenital people. It is so amazing!" Hua Jiyuan has been alive in this life, but he has not been as surprised as he is today.
Is Chu Yuguan not? A look of bitter smile. In Jin Xiaguo, he considers himself to be the top three top players, but in front of the rootless old man, he can feel it, only his own weakness.
The shock waves emitted by the two people collided with each other, as if they were experiencing the squally winds of the sea, and even the surrounding gas fields were affected and suffocated. [
A group of Jianguang, a group of silver light, no roots and Fang Xianer tightly entangled together, the more dance the more urgent, it is difficult to distinguish the two people's true body.
Hey! In the sky, it sounded like a bang, and the rootless old man and Fang Xianer were separated. Fang Xianer's face is "color" quiet, can not see the mood, but the rootless old man is a bitter bitter face.
There is a floating sink in the hand, leaving only a bare handle, the sky is flying with silver, but it is a bit brilliant. The toughness of the floating and sinking is not as sharp as the frost sword. The rootless old man is not lost in repairing, but lost in weapons.
"Little girl, where did you get the sword?" The old man who had no roots threw himself out of his hand and stared at the frost sword in Fang Xianer’s hand, a mouth-watering look.
Fang Xianer also knows that the repair of the old man without roots does not lose to him, but he suffers from weapons that are not powerful. Shaking the frost sword, some show off "How, want?"
The old man with no roots nodded in no way, and where did he have a little old-fashioned style? If Qin Dong saw it, he had to learn the ostrich and buried his head in the soil. This disciple could have lost his face as a master.