MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v6 Chapter 1 Just see you first

"Ingot, you said that you are going to find out what King Kong is going to do? Kill it? Hot? Pulling hair to serve?"

Meng Fu swayed against a tree, and used a grass to tease the ingots on the knees. The ingots were stretching in the wind with the classic flying style of Titanic. They almost fascinated the cold and drooping air from the air. Fantasy thought: Ah... This is the wind that drifted from the hometown... It’s getting closer and closer to the hometown... I’m so eager to miss the special products of it, I heard Meng’s questioning of the scenery. Dissatisfied, he turned back and took a look at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu Sha is also very dissatisfied with it - when I ask you to come out, your devilish devil's virtues, now come out, and immediately become 2,500,000, really have their Lord must have their favorite!

She was a little depressed, looked up, looked at the surrounding scenery, surrounded by the wilderness, and disappeared from the margins. The land was covered with hidden grass, needle grass, feather grass, dotted with wild chrysanthemums and low shrubs with bright red fruits. The sky is blue and high, the scenery is wide, the snow lines on all sides are faint, silent and crouching outside the horizon, the wind rushing from the top of the mountain, swirling on the vast grassland, and the short and sacred pastoral songs are really vast. Wild fun.

Here is the Fufeng national territory. It is the sphere of influence of the three tribes of Fufeng, which is bordered by Dawan. It is the hometown of Yalanzhu. She transits from the border of the county, which is a grassland area that extends to the Fufeng territory. Futian has complex terrain, and the grasslands, plateaus, plains, inland seas and mountains are complete. The winter is cold and snowy, and the summer is hot and rainy. The spring is windy and sandy, and the autumn is dry. The more northward, the worse the climate, but at least it is quite comfortable now. of.

Meng Fu shook his shoulders and lie down on the grass roots. He heard that Fufeng’s land was very thin. She went away for a day. On the first day, except for her own guards and super birds, even the personal shadows were not seen. Today Only after seeing a river downstream, there is a nomadic tribe.

The guards were in the tents, and the white tents spread out like pearls on the grasslands. She came to help the wind this time. It did not bring the tens of thousands of guards as arrogantly, but only selected the most elite guards. Yu Yu left, led her special tutor Wang Jun to guard Dawan Palace, Tie Cheng and Yao Xun followed her, she has already ordered people to return to Daxie to inform Yao Xun, stay here today, just to wait for Yao Xun Come up.

As for whether the beads will follow, just let her go, it is important to make a pony and go home, it is up to her.

Meng Fu shakes his legs and shakes his mind. The female emperor is not interested in doing it. The original position is just a matter of expediency. In order to take revenge, Dawan will give it to anyone in the future. Anyway, they will not treat her. The land, her life goal, has always been the only one, going home.

She wants to go home.

Going to help the wind, not only because there are many different treasures, but also help her to rush to the ninth floor of the "breaking nine", and more importantly, to go to the sky, must go through the wind, in other words, she has now officially begun to embark on the road to go home, If there is no accident, Dawan, she will not go back.

In the inner hall of her palace, she gave Ji Yu a letter asking him to open again in three years. Three years later, if she had not returned, her dreams came true, she and the darkness of this ghost. The continent of Wuzhou finally completely worshipped.

Thinking so, I was a little excited, but the excitement was just a short moment, I was depressed by sorrow and sorrow - leaving, leaving forever, her Meng Fu Sha disappeared completely from this world, equivalent to death, but she is not windy. No trace, she left too much memory in this world, she rushed to meet in the direction of her mother, but fled away from the friends and relatives of this life... and those people, they are in her 19 years There is a vivid existence, the same is the nostalgia that is difficult to give up in this life, how deep the memory of her mother, and the imprint of their lives in her life.

And she, along with all the way, from the beginning of this heart like iron, and gradually turned to the pain of this moment, is she to live in a dilemma and miss the situation forever, this world misses the mother of the world, back Last time, miss this world... loved ones?

Yes, relatives, they are also relatives, accompanying her to help her care for the warmest hands she has given her the darkest moments of her life and the people who hope to spark.

they.

The unforgettable people of the 19th century.

Battle of Kitano, Yalanzhu, Zongyue, Yunshen, Tiecheng, Yao Xun, Ji Yu, Xiao Qi, Yuan Bao adults, and the masters of Yuan Bao adults... Long Sun Promise.

When I thought of the name, I felt pain in my heart. Meng Fu shook his bite and pressed the undulating mood of this moment. He sighed sighly - this has been so determined for many years, never faltered home. However, when she really started to go home, when the farewell will finally come to the plan, it will still hurt, or it will hurt...

She shook her body and buried her head in the dirt, pressing her heart and not letting herself hurt.

Yuan Bao adults were overwhelmed by a deep breath before they were finished. They struggled to climb out from under her body. They resentfully stared at the woman who had become a strange **** since entering the Fufeng. This woman became more and more unreasonable. It is too lazy to die on her.

The master is still not coming? The ingots of the ingots were placed on their heads, and they were unintentionally opened everywhere. They said that there was something to be done slowly, and they didn’t see the shadows in one day.

Speaking of the master is also very pitiful, originally intended to return to the country, and now it seems that this can not be lost, but fortunately, the master has recently come to the competition, did not expect him to supervise the country, let him be a leisurely prince, otherwise ... oh.

Yuanbao adults sighed and felt that they did not know how to cherish the treasures of the eyes. They were the most stinky and hardest pit stones in the world. It was really the most stupid thing in this life.

Meng Fu listened to it and sighed and listened to his annoyance. He turned over and grabbed a cloth group to try to stuff his ears. He slipped his hand and saw the thing. It was the baggage cloth that was originally found under the Xuwan bed and was filled with lotus flowers. I didn’t look at the troubles. When I came out, I broke into the baggage, and now I’m just looking at it.

Unfolding the old cloth, some faint writings written by the bald pens fall into the eye.

"No name, my son."

It was Xu Wan’s suicide note written to her, and Meng Fu shook hands.

"In recent days, my mother always feels uneasy, and there seems to be something ominous to happen. After thinking about it, I will leave a word for you, but I hope that you will grow up and see you."

Meng Fu shook his lips and gently stroked the pen-and-book that had been written for a long time. He read a lot of warnings about the road of her life written by Xu Wan.

"...My son, you should be humbly and self-satisfied, and you will be able to marry you if you are married. If you marry a husband, you should remember the filial piety, the filial piety, the family, the wide-minded person, the obedient woman, the husband and wife..."

All the virtues of an ancient traditional woman flowed from a source of fearful mothers, and she was full of hopes to write to her young daughter, hoping that she would meet the requirements of all secular ethical requirements, so that she could survive better on the continent of the continent. Go on.

Meng Fu’s eyes were reddish, and I remembered many years ago, when the light of the hut was in front of the house, Xu Wan’s last letter to her in the dim light and light, her heart filled with fear of the unknown future, more of a The worry of the young daughter's life, such fears turned into a thick and faint ink, turned into a **** suicide book that she began 14 years later, and read the affection of this mother.

At this time, she has turned into a skeleton under the heavy palace wall, sleeping for years.

Sorry.

I didn't grow as you hoped, but I did what I should.

I killed the evil woman who sentenced you and her confidant daughter.

I destroyed this ugly royalty, together with its ancestral temple and country, all uprooted.

I trampled on the life and did not raise it. I began to abandon the greatest hope of the man you ignored in your life. The most important emperor in his ugly life was the ancestor of Feng Jiazong who had torn it in front of his eyes and let him see it with his own eyes. Looking at his own cleverness, he was mistaken by cleverness, and he became a sinner of the world. After his death, he saw the ancestors of the ancestors.

I gave them the heaviest punishment for them.

I have given you the biggest compensation I can make. Your name has become my national name. My Royal Dynasty is only your god. You are the Queen Mother of the Day, and the title is Yongci.

You...do you have any wishes?

"...anonymous my son, if you can meet a Qingze County man with a forehead in a day, he will mention me to you. You remember to say to the mother, Xu Wan never really complained about him... ”

Twenty-two years ago, a pair of unmarried couples from Qingze County, a small town in the border town, fled from their hometown and went to the prosperous capital of the emperor's feet. They had to leave their relatives but they had already moved away. The two men ran around and went nowhere, meeting in Yucheng. The Hongxi River committed suicide, but was rescued by a small official. From then on, they pointed out that they had a way of life. In that year, the royal palace was elected, and the unemployed women under the age of 16 were elected to the palace in the bureaucracy of the country. Some bureaucrats did not want to. When the daughter went in to wait for the waiter, she went around looking for the poor woman to replace it. The little official asked the unmarried couple to choose whether it was a man who entered the palace to be an **** to support a woman, or a woman who entered her palace as a maid, and he compensated the man for a large sum of money. After waiting eight years, the woman released the palace and then became a husband and wife. After a painful night of choice, the two chose to go to the palace as a woman, waiting for the reunion after eight years. The two men shed tears at the Hongxi River. Since then, she has gone on her behalf. Into the deep court, into the tragedy that she could not escape in her life, he took advantage of the money in the city, waiting to find out her condition, waiting for the end of the long eight years.

However, this is forever.

After many years, Xu Wan knows that there is no reunion on the mirror. I also know that I will never go back. It must be the pain of my fiancé forever. The kind woman hopes to give him a comfort in this way.

However, it is also late.

That forgiveness can no longer be served.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and remembered the man in the prison of the bureaucratic county. His cockroaches were so dirty that he could not see the forehead. But the destiny still arranged for her to meet him and arrange for her to take it off in front of him. Mask, maybe, that is Xu Wan’s arrangement. In this way, he gave him a long wait for a final knot. He also used the encounter in the bureaucratic prison to become the one who has always escaped and she really intends to face the truth of life. Start.

As for how the man knows that Xu Wan is buried under the wall of the Yanling Palace, how to live from the city to the bureaucracy, and staying in the prison for many years, is a mystery that cannot find an answer, with the disappearance of his physical body. Dissipated between heaven and earth, he sent his fiancée into the palace more than 20 years ago, and seized the opportunity to survive. After more than 20 years, she had already died miserablely, and he met her daughter and returned the life.

God is so, only.

Meng Fu sighed and sighed, carefully folded the cloth bag, and the unmarried couple is now reunited in the sky? But don't look at the royal family again in the coming world.

The sky gradually slammed down, and the bonfire was lit up on the grassland. A large and bright moon rises from the tide of the grass, and the golden moonlight shines from the dark green grass tip, and the color is bright. A sea of ​​golden light.

Meng Fu shakes up and wants to eat, his eyes suddenly settled.

In front, in the round and big moonlight, some people are making flying sword dance.

The man’s clothes were wide and the gestures were natural and graceful. The original long winds were hunted and danced in the wind. The faint golden moonlight and the long grass were looming as if they were in the nine days, and they raised their hands and feet. The long swords were cut and clouded; It is just a distant shadow, but between the ups and downs, it is swift and elegant, and the coexistence of strength and grace gives birth to the decent grace of the people under the forest and the goddess of the soul.

The scenery is vast and prosperous. The moonlight is covered with wilderness. The shadow of the dark black sword dance is plated with the moonlight of the white, vivid and picturesque, and the Sergeant is in the hand, not thankful.

Such a scene, I have known each other...

Meng Fu shakes the infatuation and sits on it, watching the man squatting and passing the tunnel of time. He will be able to pull back the scene when he first met more than two years ago. Somehow suddenly he was red-eyed.

At first sight, first sight, two years ago, she suffered bitterness in the cave of Xuanyuan, and then he danced on the cliff opposite the cave.

When she saw the amazing, she did not know that the shadow was filled with her life.

Nowadays, his sword is graceful and chic, and her mood is complicated and difficult to understand.

The eye circle is so red, the field of view is slightly blurred, and the person who dances the sword in the middle of the month suddenly disappears.

The fire in front suddenly jumped, the orange-red flame brightened a bit, and some branches fell on the top of the head, burning the fire more vigorously, Meng Fu Sha did not look up, licking the lips and watching the falling branches.

Suddenly, the lavender plaque was hanging down, embroidered with silver lines and dark lines. In front of her eyes, there was an endless glimpse of the glimmer of light, like a river flowing through the dry riverbed.

There are long branches shaking at the top of the head. It is conceivable that someone is meticulously repeating the script. He must be lying at the end of the thin and crisp treetops, a cloud-like light, a hurricane-like leisure, he throws branches It must also be very accurate. Every time one is thrown, it is thrown into the fire accurately and falls under the branches that are first thrown in. As the branches increase, an arched pile is gradually formed, causing the fire to burn. It is getting stronger.

Meng Fu shakes hard and does not move - I know, I will ignore it, I see what you play with moths.

The man on the top of the head chuckles, Meng Fu shakes in his heart: one, two, three...

There is no third sound.

Someone modified the bridge in advance, and the low and calm tone floated down from the top of the treetop.

"Girl, the night is heavy, I am very cold."

The lines are really smooth... Meng Fu shakes his lips and wants to laugh, smiles half hard to hold, and makes a deaf-like look--install, I ask you to install, I see when you can hold it?

The front placket is lowered, and the long-term Sun Wuji seems to adjust the height of the branches so that he can land smoothly on the side of a person who is not cooperating, or the posture of the high-lying tree at the end of the tree, the eyes floating on her. , floating and floating.

Meng Fu shakes his body and makes a meditation on the Dharma face. He looks at the nose and nose and does not speak.

"Girl, are you cold or not?"

Meng Fu shakes the top of the clothes button, indicating that she is very hot now - June day, not hot.

Resolutely not give him the opportunity to say the following sentence, "Take it off."

But there is a bright red fruit bones rolling out, the color is warm and the aroma is cold, "Kirin Red."

Meng Fu stared at the red fruit, his hands clasped his chest and nose to the sky - kneeling down, I am now the next day, Wuxia Amon, no longer seeing the eyelids to see only the rotten fruit to pick, you roll, let's go Let’s roll it...

"call--"

The white light flashed, as fast as the thunder, a small wind swept over, a leaping in the air, a squatting posture of the wind, the evil in the Meng Fu shaking nose.

Meng Fu shakes the "哎哟" and opens his eyes. Then he sees the ingots in the face of a man with a claw on his face. The horse is flying and flying, except that the claws are not holding the eucalyptus, and the posture of the legs is exactly the same.

"Dead mouse!"

Meng Fu shook his anger, and when he jumped up, he went to catch the Yuanbao adults who escaped: "You don't hit the house for three days! Follow the boring stuff and join in the fun..."

She slammed into someone's long-awaited chest.

It was obvious that the long-term Sun Wuji was still on the opposite side of her branch. Somehow she suddenly manipulated the branch to the opposite side of her. She grabbed her and grabbed her in her arms, then suddenly released the branches in her hand.

"唰", the flexible branches that had been pressed down, immediately rebounded the two to the treetops.

Meng Fu Shao only felt that the leaves on the top of the head were screaming, and a few soft leaves ran over his face. The eyes were already bright, and a wider moonlight flooded into the eyes.

Under the moonlight, a gleaming river, such as the winding lines of the artist's pen, is boundlessly in the deep blue of the color, cutting the grassland into two pieces, one near and shallow. Green, a little farther, plated with moonlight golden light, is a richer layer of green.

The moonlight is full and bright, and the light on the grassland, like the wind on the grassland, is never tired and sings.

Meng Fu Sha was attracted by such a wide-scale scenery. I didn't expect to see the scenery under the trees and see the scenery in the treetops. It was really a feeling of two times. After a while, I reacted and was robbed again. She said: "The grandson is promise. You are doing some boring things to burn and kill."

"Who can solve my lovesickness? Who can go to my heart?" The great-grandfather has no concessions to hold her. "I have been waiting for you for a long time. When you think about it for a long time, you can't bear it today."

Meng Fu shake couldn't help but smile. "I used to think that the battle of the North Field is justified. Now I realize that the person who is really overbearing is you."

"We shouldn't waste time mentioning outsiders in such a pleasant night." The great-grandchild is indifferent. "After a long time, it's so easy to take your precious moments in my arms. I don't want to talk to you." Who is more confident about this problem."

"Moreover," he stunned Meng, and his eyes were dark and lustrous under the moonlight. "You are a temper, it is not positive. I am self-confessing, shrinking to one side and hurting myself. You are happy from this province." The heart will save trouble, and I will not turn back to comfort me because I am self-confessed, so the distance is farther and farther away, until you are far away in the end of the world... I can see you through it, the mountain will not come to me, I will come to the mountain. ”

"You have a lot of words today." Meng Fu swayed. "In fact, there is a little better distance between people and people. Really, the grandson is promising. I have to know what I am doing today. I have never been in the past. I will remember that it is just for you to ignore you."

"How to be good to me, only I know." Chang Sun Wu smiled and said, "Shake, no need to argue for this problem again, you have your stubbornness, I also have mine."

Meng Fu shakes silently and turns to the topic. "The scenery here is very good, high and refreshing."

"Is going to sleep here tonight?" The grandson is holding her. "I promise not to let you fall."

Meng Fu shook him and continued: "I have read a poem before, and I will listen to you - you stand on the bridge to see the scenery, see the scenery people look at you upstairs, Mingyue decorates your window, you decorate The dreams of others."

The long-term grandson listened quietly and said: "It's beautiful, but it's not the style of the continent."

Meng Fu Sha still ignores his fight: "Today we look at the landscape of the world, then who is watching us?"

She said: "We are coming this way. We are rushing to the right and left in the continent of Wuzhou. Some things like to avoid it but avoid it. No matter what kind of detour, it is inevitable to hit the wall. Who is there? Control it?"

The great-grandchild is silent.

"That is God's will." Meng Fu yelled, "God looks at us, looks at me, God wants me to step by step to the present, if I say that I met in the early days of Taiyuan, I still have no fixed number of future ambiguities, so far, I have completely confirmed my direction. I believe that God has arranged me to go to the present, just to finally fulfill my dreams."

"I am a passenger," Meng Fu turned back and looked at the longevity of the eyes of the grassland under the stars. "I am a passer-by, no matter what traces are left, they are transparent. You see, even your life, you should be the most concerned." The things are now torn apart."

"What you should care about most is not your life." The long-term grandson has been saying for a long time, "I want to be with you forever."

"Forever..." Meng Fu shook and sighed, his eyes slowly falling into the depths of the Qixing River, no longer talking.

What is forever? Her life is always a breakpoint, and when it is full, it will break the world, there is no perfection.

"Shake..." The long-lost lips of the great-grandson leaned up and leaned against her cheeks. The hot, fragrant breath snorted on her cheek. "Look at me... look at me... your eyes are always too far... ...why can't you look at the person on the side..."

Meng Fu shakes his eyes.

I can't wait to see if I don't want to see it. Every time I look at it, I will have more thoughts. Every time I have more than one, I will walk more and more. His eyes are long lines. She doesn't want to be tied up.

The wind in the early summer is hot and humid, but the lip is softer than the wind. It slowly kisses from the ear and slowly moves to her neck. The place is a piece of spring grass. Itching, Meng Fu shakes his head and **** his palm to block him.

The long-term grandson did not move, did not retreat or continue, he stopped in her palm like that, and kissed gently in her palm.

The low voice sounded a bit distorted when it came from the palm of your hand.

"When... I know why I want to repeat the scene of the first encounter?" His breath was sprayed on the palm of his hand, but it was the heart of the heart. "I want you to know how to make a living in the sky, some memories and persistence forever." No change, ten years... twenty years... a lifetime... always the first day."

Meng Fu shook his words, looking straight ahead, his eyes bright, brighter and brighter, showing a moonlit moonlight.

"I have made such a mistake... I promised to take you away, but I was delayed because I was afraid that you were discovered by my teacher. When I rushed back, everything was too late," said the grandson, Wuji, gently on her ear. From that day on, I swear to myself, I will never face 'too late', I want to fight for all the things that I think should be won, I don't want regrets to fill the rest of my life, the regrets of the past ten years have already It’s too long and too long.”

Meng Fu shakes silently, thinking about how easy it is to save all the ‘too late’ in life.

"Ignite, promise me." The long-haired Wuji hands wrapped her hands, gently rubbing, suddenly said, "Don't go alone, don't."

Meng Fu Sha immediately looked back and looked at him.

"If you can, I really hope that you don't go... never go." The long-term Sun Wuji looked at the far north and sighed low. "If you must go, remember not to leave me alone."

"I have heard of the great gods of the Evergreen Temple. Every ten years, the temple is opened once, and the request of people who can enter the temple is completed. I also heard that in the last ten years, the temple received a woman and promised. She has a request, do you know who she is?"

The long-term grandson shook his head. "That was the secret that the lord of the dynasty knew."

Meng Fu’s crystal-clear eyes looked at him, and he stopped talking. She went to the sky, how can she be with him? Although he has been helping her all the time, who can guarantee that he will not stop at the last minute because he has nostalgia for her?

However, the great-grandchild is very eager to see, he always looks calm, everything is fixed in the heart, she has never seen him like this almost worried anxiety, he grabbed his palm palm warm, fingertips but gradually because of long wait Cool.

Believe him, believe him...

For a long while, she finally nodded cautiously: "Okay."

it is good.

Give you the greatest trust in this world.

The long-term Sun Wuji looked a loose, and his eyes lit up. He was smiling. He smiled and took Meng Fu’s shake and sat down on the branches.

Two people lying side by side on the top of the tree to see the moon, the tree is not big, but for the two top martial arts people, the water surface can also fall asleep, lying on the rustling leaves, the wind in the early summer Inside, sniffing the unique aroma of the people around you, watching the moonlight float in the clouds, the night is cool, reflecting the sky like water.

At this moment, the long days of the moon are full of dreams, the road ahead is long, who is coming from the depths of dreams, flying white fog, driving green?

For a long time, there was a whisper of whispering from the tree.

"It's beautiful... I don't know how long I can watch."

"I know."

"Ok?"

"lifetime."

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Meng Fu Sha was awakened by the strange screams of the middle of the night.

The sound came from far away, and it was not very loud when it was picked up, but it was very penetrating. When it was almost sounded, it immediately crossed the grassland and passed into the ears of the high-sleeping tree, and Meng Fu swayed. From now on, I saw that I didn’t know where the black wind suddenly rolled, or the straight smoke, accompanied by the squeaking of the horse’s hooves, and flew straight to the seemingly small nomadic tribes downstream of the river.

Fighting for pastures is a custom of the nomadic people for thousands of years. One side of the grassland is a source of water and grass. It is the source of survival for a group of people. Meng Fu shakes the tree and listens to the sound of crying and crying from the distant wind. Frowning: "Do you care? This is the people of Yalanzhu."

"Yalanzhu can't control this." The great-grandchild is indifferent. "The nomadic competition is the means of survival. The survival of the fittest is king. No one can stop it. You watch this tribe being attacked today, but it is also possible. The tribe has just hit someone back, and rushed to intervene and made the taboo of the grassland shepherd."

Meng Fu shook his eyebrows "Hmm" and sat on the tree for a while, suddenly "squeaking".

At the same time, the long-term Sun Wuji also stunned.

From the perspective of the situation, the tribes who came to attack were very strange. They did not have a large number of people. The strength did not seem to be stronger than that of the local shepherds. However, there was a small group of people in the team, and the shots seemed like electricity. The black hungry wolf, pierced through the tents, brought out countless screams and stalks of blood, and a little further, on a short hill, there seems to be a long, thin figure sitting in the moon. Blowing the flute, and with his flute, there are countless hungry wolves that rush to the tribe from all directions of the grassland.

This is really a one-sided war. The tribe in the lower reaches of the river has no power to fight back, and it has become a scene of being slaughtered. This is also a very strange picture - a team with different strengths, playing the flute under the moon to drive the wolves. Black people, seemingly simple competition for grassland war seems to be faint, mixed with the taste of conspiracy.

Meng Fu listened to the screams of the vagueness in the wind, and finally couldn’t stand it. Huo Ran got up and said: "This is not an ordinary battle. It is to destroy the people. They usually kill me and leave me alone. Now I have met. I don't want to hear the crying of those children."

She floated down from the tree, and the guards had already set off to prepare for the battle. The great-grandchild Wuji said: "The grassland encounter is based on the impact and explosiveness of the cavalry. If you want to shoot, attack him and be caught off guard."

Meng Fu leaped into the horse, and the whistle was about to order. The people on the opposite side had already discovered this group of people. They probably succumbed to the rise. They cheered and waved the shining machete and rushed over here.

Meng Fu shook his sneer: "Looking for death."

She waved her arm to order the cavalry to hedge, and suddenly saw a tent in the middle of the tribe in the opposite side. It seemed that something was bright.

The light is very strange, it looks like a light, but the light can never be transmitted so far. First, the candlelight in the wind trembles slightly, then suddenly bright, and the light of the phoenix feathers stretches, the moment is full. The tent, then faintly heard a bang, the tent suddenly split.

Under the crack, a white light rose to the sky.

Meng Fu shakes a shock and loses his voice: "Jianguang!"

Not only Jianguang, but also extremely superb and familiar with Jianguang!

The Jianguang light broke through the account, and the white light was as strong as the red sun. The rolling light column seemed to be docked with the moonlight. It was so shocking and bright, and the three-layer aperture was fainted on the top of the tent. Then, the silent and unfolding expansion, the sword light flying in the vertical and horizontal direction, such as the sea wave, the clouds and the clouds, rolled over the tents, and the herdsmen who had just killed the women and children in the martial arts were rolled under the sword and rolled up the blood. Splashing and screaming!

Stunning a sword.

Jianguang Haibo was first condensed, and the man fell gently in a mid-air, and the thin figure seemed to be thin and thin.

Rao is such a sword still alarming the enemies of different origins. The slender man on the mountain bag seems to be very surprised. Suddenly, a dead leaf falls from the mountain.

His pace is normal, but his gait is strange. When he looks closely, he does not move his knees. He is purely floating on the ground.

The black man stood on the sword, cold and cold looking at the enemies surrounded by the four sides, the claws could not stand the low-lying wolves, and the slender man indifferent, the back was straight, like a thin and sharp sword .

Meng Fu stared at the back, still familiar with it.

On the other hand, the herdsmen who tried to rob them had already rushed over, the horseshoes slammed into the grass and splashed, and the drums of the earth rang.

Meng Fu waved a wave, and the big iron ride slammed, and the sharp knife rushed out, and the first hit and slammed!

Hit it! Blood splashes!

In the distance, the man surrounded by the moonlight was slightly on the side.

Meng Fu Sha suddenly flew up, and his body shape has been like a twilight flag hunting and flying, and the people who swept the bright blood beads through the intertwined battles went straight to the man who was surrounded!

It's you!