The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 169: Master, the first ban

"Nan Gong floe!"

Among those who did not leave, there were people who were older and eagerly reacted and exclaimed: "Is he?"

"It’s Nangong floe..."

"Is he not already dead already?!"

"Luo Fenghua killed him personally... How did he... how could he still be alive?"

Ye forgets the stunned, a handsome face pale and pale, lips stunned, half a tear with tears, shaking his head back: "father..."

Xu Shuanglin glanced at the leaves and smiled at her. "Small leaves, come to the righteous father, the righteous father will not hurt you."

"You can't touch her again!!" Someone screamed, and the leaves of the leaves were caught by a hand. She turned her head back. The Nangong scorpion was filled with endless pain and dripping blood. "Leaves forget, you go behind me." ""

Xu Shuanglin smiled: "My good deaf, how does your temper look like you, just like your mother?"

"You shut up! You don't deserve to mention me!"

"How come I don't deserve it?" Xu Shuanglin said slowly. "Do you know that your favorite person, Auntie, is not you, but me?"

"!"

Seeing the wrath and nausea of ??the twisted and coiled youth face, the madness and pain in the eyes, Xu Shuanglin felt that he enjoyed it. He seemed to be nourished by the hatred of such bones, and he could not help but laugh.

"You smashed my fame and took everything, but what about it. Confucianism door... Confucianism door - still in his hands, went to the end of the evening. Hate me, boy, hate me - big brother Hahahaha - do you think that the pitiful Nangong floe was so dead? I thought I would lie in the grave and see that you are so happy in this world?"

The smile tightened fiercely, he shouted.

"dream!"

He said, in front of the Nangong Liu's body, which was not smashed, but picked up his brother's clothes, just like picking up a mud.

"Huang Huang Confucianism, falling into the hands of such waste, what can be used? Head ... Oh, ridiculous! As the head, not so many years have been turned around by me. I said what I want, just like a dog What did you look for with your ass?" He smiled and patted the **** cheeks of Nangong Liu, smiling at his relatives, but his eyes were shining with gloomy light. "Big brother, you are really a pustule, a waste snack."

On the side of the lonely moon night, Jiang Yan said: "Is your picture, is it just to destroy the Confucian style of the century-old foundation?"

Xu Shuanglin turned around and blinked: "A hundred years of foundation? What is it? If the foundation is ruined, you can come back again. After the 72nd city is burned out, you can build it again. Only when someone is dead, it will become gray and wind. When you blow it, it will be happy." He paused, but he was so cute:

"I want to ruin the hearts of all of you."

This sentence is not yin and yang, coupled with his face full of spring, the end of the chilling. Others have not yet responded, but Nangong is no longer able to stop.

His eyes burned with endless fires, filled with desperate coke, only hatred and madness in those eyes, no bit of desire, jade flute, a three-person high demon hurricane breaking waves from the forest , leaping to the South Palace 驷. Nangong smashed his back and the man was not sitting still.

"Man Tuo, call!" With his sipping, a shining sacred martial arts bow appeared in his palm. Nangong smashed the wolf, riding on the wolf's back, his body straight and his arms open. Yu bow mandala, his face flashed with crazy hatred, in an instant has been three arrows bursting, stabbing Xu Shuanglin's key.

Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Hey, you are very naughty."

He escaped two arrows and saw that the third arrow could not be flashed, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he smashed his soft, half-dead body and blocked the arrow.

After all, it is his own biological father, even if the other party is inferior, for Nangong Temple, the blood is still the habit of carving into the bones, he can not help but tighten, the temple suddenly jumps, the dog teeth have already bitten the lips The blood of the lips...

"Do you want to play with your uncle?" Xu Shuanglin was very affectionate and said with a smile, "The uncle is with you."

"Nan Gong floe!! I killed you!!"

"Children's family, shouting and killing what to do?" The words are relaxed, and Xu Shuanglin's movements are not slow, and he is taken apart from his nephew.

It was only a few tricks. His fierce skill made almost all the monks around him stunned. Some people couldn’t help but think about it - no wonder that Nangong Liu took over as the head of the year, when his brother’s mentality was distorted - the brothers’ spells Spiritual power is simply a world apart, and the difference between the clouds and the mud, when the brother's shoes for the younger brother are not enough to see.

"impressive."

"Isn't Nan Gongbu not stealing his brother's spells? How could he have such a skill?"

“It’s almost the same as the first one...”

There were a few people who wanted to help Nangong to attack him. At this time, they converge on the battle, and they are more sensible. The heart of the Confucianism is no longer solvable. run. This kind of mentality is very fast, and in a short moment, those monks who have not gone are running, scattered, and even refused to be the same brothers who were previously made into chess pieces and have not recovered their minds.

There are few people left in the hunting forest in the twinkling of an eye. When I look at it, I only have oneself, and I have never left, but I have never left.

No, there is Jiang Yan.

This is not expected. Jiang Yan is the world's richest man, the head of Lin Lingyu, the world's most business-oriented businessman, and the leader of the largest martial art in addition to the Confucianism.

I didn't expect him to be willing to take care of this unrewarding stall.

"Ginger head..."

A shivering trembling of the microstrip made the ink burn even more shocked. He looked back and saw that he had not noticed that the orange tree was still shrinking behind him. Although his face was gray and his lips were shaking, he was still strong. Stayed without walking.

Li Wuxin? !

As the head of the martial art at the bottom of the upper repair circle, Li Wu’s throat swallowed, and the rice-shell-like oily face was covered with fine sweat. He looked at the remaining few people with certainty: “Are you together?”

Jiang Yan did not answer immediately, his eyes quickly swept through the rest of the people, and then he decided to kill: "Li Zhuangzhu, you come with me, I will save those sleeping pieces, you are responsible for Yu Jian to them Take all the places to the full place."

"good good good good."

"As for Chu Zongshi and Mo Zongshi..."

Chu night Ningdao: "Ink burns, you go to help the Nangong Temple, I will fill the sky, I will help you immediately."

This sky crack is not the same as that of Choi Butterfly Town. There are not hundreds of ghosts and swells, and some have only the golden red **** melt flow, so it is not dangerous, but the tearing mouth is huge, it is still It is more appropriate for Chu tonight to repair.

The ink burned out and the ghosts were smashed. The more than 20 young monks who were used as chess pieces fell softly on the ground. The **** and blue sleeves were smashed, and the medicine powder was squandered in an instant to stabilize the weak state of these people. And then he turned his back to Li: "I am bothering you."

Li Wuxin nodded, and an epee with a flash of green brilliance came out. He silently cursed, and the epee, which could only carry two or three people, suddenly spread a few dozen feet and was half suspended in the air. Jiang Yan put those people on the hilt, and the last one was Xue Meng, but Li Wu’s weapon could not support it.

Li Wuxin said: "Without moving, there are too many people, and I will come back when I am here."

Jiang Yan looked at a distance, the strong confrontation and fire spattered, the spirit flow became more and more horrible, and the surrounding orange trees fell down and destroyed, obviously will soon spread here.

He couldn't help it. He looked down at Xue Meng with a look of disgust and said, "But you go, you leave this waste with me."

After the words, Shen Sheng called the sentence: "Snow phoenix, call."

At the foot of his feet, there was a silver-plated sword with a blue glow. The sword "Snow Phoenix" was extremely luxurious and exquisite. The hilt was slender and the decoration was exquisite, but at first glance it was not good at carrying weight. But fortunately, the weight of the two people can still be eaten, Jiang Yan is holding the unconscious Xuemeng, remembering how this person had spoken before himself, and the son of Mrs. Wang and Xue Zhengyi, he could not hide his disgust The meaning of disgusting is written on the face.

Li Wuxin: "..."

Look at the head of Jiang, this way, it will not be half of the sword, pick the highest point and throw the young master of death and death into the meat, right?

"Look at what, not fast. Go out early, you still need to come back to help." Jiang Yan sullenly said, "I can't really let the Confucianist door fly away."

The two gods took the wind and carried the young people who were fascinated by the spirits and flew away in the distance.

At the same time, Chu Yuening has sealed the **** to the last paragraph, and the battle between them and Xu Shuanglin has become hot. The strength of the ink burning is strong, and the Nangong Temple is even more devastating. Although Xu Shuanglin has a good way to go through the sky, it has become a bit of a parry under the circumstances of the two.

In the midst of an elbow, Xu Sulin Lin shouted at the leaf: "Leaf, what are you doing? Really depends on your father-in-law's death? Don't come to help me!"

The leaf forgets to pinch into a fist, and the expression is painful. The whole person is shaking in detail, but never goes forward. Instead, it is step by step.

"Do you really want to stand by? You forgot who brought you back from the orange grove when you were a child, raised you up, gave you a name?"

"...not."

She almost collapsed, but she was strong because she was young, her head was good, and the elders all took her as a man. Now she has encountered such a change. She still habitually insists that her back is still straight. Although the face is red and bloody, it is not like the ordinary girl who usually burst into tears.

But her flesh and blood seems to have shattered. At this time, it seems that anyone who touches her gently, her skin and muscles will be peeled off from the bones and crushed into mud.

Xu Shuanglin saw her like this, and she snorted, but she did not force her again. Instead, she turned her head and fought more fiercely with the other two.

"Hey!"

The sabre in his hand suddenly sounded a harsh metal sound. The best weapon from the Kunlun Snow Palace could no longer be supported. The ink-burning Liu Teng slammed and fell to the ground.

The ink burns coldly: "What else can you play?"

Xu Shuanglin’s heart was not good. At this moment, he heard a loud scream from the top of his head like a roar of ancient times. He suddenly looked up and saw that Chu Ning had completely filled the sky crack. The night sky on the hunting forest was restored and lost. The **** lava of the Infernal Spirit flows in a flash of golden red, like the fireflies in the forest.

The stars are all over the sky, and the nights of the night are falling from the night sky. His dark robes are hunting and swaying in the hurricane, and the face is white as a porcelain tire. The eyebrows are handsome.

But even if it is beautiful, it can't hide his murderousness.

"Mom." Xu Shuanglin gritted his teeth and cut his teeth.

An ink master is enough for him, and then a master of Chu, the two men work together, looking at the entire realm of cultivation, who can fight with them alone?

Xu Shuanglin stepped back and slammed his knife into his palm, squeezing the blood and smearing a curse on his forehead. He whispered: "Don't come to save me? When will it be dragged?"

Then, raising his hand and volleying, his nails suddenly increased by a few inches. His "squeaky" smashed the body of Luo Fenghua lying on the lake, dripping his spiritual blood out of his mind, and then plunged into his arms. After jumping, I was squatting at my half-dead brother, taking off my enchantment and jumping into the Ganquan Lake. A fierce man went straight to the bottom of the lake...

Ink burning immediately returns to the gods - the bottom of the lake is inserted to open the Hell of Heaven to use the gods "do not return"!

Xu Shuanglin is very water-based, and barefoot, swimming fast, even if dragging a living dead, he immediately caught the dark knife in the lake, and just in the moment he emerged, the sky suddenly appeared again A crack.

Chu night Ning Meiyu low pressure: "Day crack?"

He said that it is not certain that the crack is very small, only one person is high, and the ordinary ghost world is not the same, there is no yin in it.

Xu Shuanglin glared at the splash of water, plunged up, holding his own brother in one hand, holding the hand in one hand, and slamming a sword with the blade of the gods, forcing the three people who wanted to chase him to be stagnation. . He took this opportunity and swayed up, and suddenly a beautiful hand came out of the narrow crack, and he gripped Xu Sulin's arm tightly.

"...Time and space are dead!"

In the brain, the electric light flint, Chu Yuning’s eyes widened, and he was calm and calm. Even if he saw the Zhenqi chess game, he would not be so shocked, but at this time his blood on his face faded in an instant, and the sleeves were pinched. It’s hard to be a fist.

The ink burned like a cold water in his pocket. He turned his head: "What?!"

How can this be? !

This is actually the strongest of the three major bans. It is rumored that it can tear the time space, so that people in different time and space can reverse the sky and simultaneously appear the spells - this is the forbidden refusal of the comprehension continent. ban--

Time and space are dead!