Now this body can maintain three strokes if it is strong, but it doesn’t need to beat you to hit your face …’

If Fang Yunhan’s foot is to be destroyed, the original foothold of this land is gone. How can he not retreat?
Palm the sword and strike it hard
Boom ! ! ! !
Collapse is not the ground, but the hands of Mokui.
It’s like a fountain of thunder suddenly erupts.
The purple light engulfed the magic chief, and the shock wave broke out in his hands and surrounded him.
Everyone saw Fang Yunhan scattering light in the middle and around, but I didn’t know how much purple thunder gas he poured into the land of his feet at the same time.
The vast expanse of heaven and earth, the boundless expanse of Fang Yunhan’s mind, the rhythm of the river, the rush of the river, the huge flow, is transformed by him, and it is quiet and peaceful to sneak into the ground first.
Once someone wants to do something to the ground, the balance of Taiji diagram will be touched, and he will be poured into the form of massive primordial thunder and continue to vent it.
"ah? You ambush uncle! ! ！”
The magic chief fought his arms out of the light, and the dust disappeared, and his arrogant face showed a distorted expression, so he withdrew quickly.
But he just regained his vision from the brilliant purple light and saw twelve green firm but gentle rushing like dragons to grab food and hit him head on.
These have been tamed by him and his host, the twelve swords of Xuanyin. At this time, they were driven by a larger and more fierce mind and will, and they did not listen to his control and filed into his body
This young man with a broken arm and red hair fell backwards like a kite with a broken thread, giving people the feeling that he suddenly became weak by a thousand times, from a devil to a paper man.
Twelve kinds of Xuan Yin swords are fighting with the magic sword of the magic chief, and the two forces are entangled together, so that he can’t tell a little skill to display outward now.
The earth is thick and purple light is still chasing.
Hey!
A sword as bright as a mirror and as straight as a treasure flew to split the light.
Jianchen flies and catches the magic chief with one hand and draws his sword with the other, but he doesn’t retreat as fast as a knife.
A purple crescent moon is breaking, and it is urgent.
Jianchen’s horizontal sword swished and accelerated to fly 100 meters, which was caught by his third younger brother Jianyue.
The heroic sword slammed out of Jianchen’s hand and fell into the side. The big loess crack disappeared.
Then the three other disciples slipped back together for more than ten meters before they slowed down.
They say that a great teacher makes a great apprentice.
Although these three people don’t have any names, after all, they just performed very well under the name of a famous disciple.
But the three of them are destined to be a prelude in today’s battlefield.
Because the three of them add up to Fang Yunhan’s two knives.
Although the magic chief has done a lot, he has not really got close to himself.
And then start work this man three or two steps like a storm crossing the border tough over those purple split into scorched earth rushed to the front of Fang Yunhan.
Within five feet of each other
This section of the storm roared, and as soon as the hot airflow went forward, it carried a lot of loess and once again formed the image of Tyrannosaurus rex with a prehistoric and wild atmosphere.
The custodian of the Temple of Crying in Heaven always holds the palm of his left hand to the right, and grasps it forward and takes it out at the same time.
Tyrannosaurus rex covered his figure.
I can’t see the half-masked white figure in the open plain. Tyrannosaurus roared and bent over to open my mouth and hit it.
"ha! Dinosaurs! ！”
He is the prehistoric master of Fang Yunhan, and he also got a trick to catch him.
Fang Yunhan’s left hand is as soft as a peacock’s tail feather, and as fast as a meteor penetrating the sun.