Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 62: Wu Shuang Hong Yan
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A reflection in a red dress, like a dancing paradise flower in the gust of wind, traction by the hand, Qingyunmen supreme magic "Sword Sword and Thunder" is displayed in her hands like this, under the weather, under the vast sky, The sharp sword gas pierced the sky. At this moment, there is a mighty power that is as powerful as the thunder python electric snake.
On the big boat she set foot on, even in the Turkic camp on the shore, no one was stubborn. Song Lu opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but found herself unable to say anything, although she was a woman. , But at this moment, the situation and the scene can only be described as 'sui tianxia'.
Song Lu can even feel the disdain in her eyes.
"I pay for Hong Yan, flutter my wings above the nine days, and glance at the world, never attached to others. My pride, spine, and my dignity all rest on the sword, Hong Yan is self-reliant in this life, and the identity of a woman brings me Everything I lost, I will use my sword to get it back! "
Prideful gaze, looking down from the sky, a red roared **** figure roared, and the lightning flashed across the sky, and the thunder rolled, spreading far away, like tearing the world.
At this time, even the people on the big boat could not bear the terrible pressure. Song Lu was in a trance, and his pale silver beard was messy. It seemed to have been greatly insulted and hit. Master Song did not know that he had paid Fu Hongyan. What he saw in his eyes, he just helped his uncle and looked at the domineering Qianying in the air behind him.
And Li Yuanji was panicked all day long. He had no interest in even looking at the corpse that fell at his feet. Like a dog for the family, he curled up to avoid Fu Hong's gaze.
All of this happened only in the blink of an eye, when someone from the Turkic camp finally reflected it and screamed: "Courage!"
A high-nosed, deep-eyed, Turkic master with a tousled hair grabbed a stainless steel spear and tore out of the camp with the sound of thunder, he stared at Fu Hongyan on the mast, his body muscles twisted together The rope is stretched like a bowstring. The whole person's body is bent into three functions. The chest and arms are opened with a bow, the waist and legs are opened into a bow, and finally the last bow is opened with eyes and true energy.
Like a marble sculpture, the solidified body is filled with extraordinary power. The spear in the hand is an arrow, and the strength and true energy pour out. The spear is like a meteor, bursting upward.
"Stupid!" Lu Li said coldly.
Just between the spears, Thunder Sky seemed to find a catharsis point, and the Thunder Python snakes entangled together at the speed of light and ran straight down the steel spear.
The Turkic master did n’t even make a sound, but he disappeared in the thunder light without any resistance, turned into coke and fell to the ground, and the semi-melted spear was inserted diagonally into his body. On the ground next to it, the Thunder, which has long been saved in the sky, seems to have found the head at this moment, and thousands of Thunder rushed to the Turkic camp crazy.
With the steel spear as the center, Wan Lei rushed to bring the terrible weather that ruined the world.
"God ... Fairy!" Li Yuanji trembles all over his body and collapses to the ground.
Fu Hongyan did n’t realize that she was in control of Thunder and held the punishment. What kind of impact did it bring to everyone on the scene? She did n’t even care about who the **** Sword Yulei really killed. Those who survived the Thunder are worthy of her attention.
"There are beautiful people in the north, they are peerless and independent. One sword swells into the city, goodbye to the people's country. Rather than knowing the city and the country? The beautiful women are hard to get!" Lu Li whispered softly, and sighed deeply: "It's truly a supreme beauty, blending the two ways of martial arts cultivation, and a stunningly beautiful woman, who can match the true magic of the sword and thunder with her own beauty ..."
Lu Li's eyes are full of bitterness, and he sighed: "In comparison, a guy like me who can't even control the plug-ins of his adventures is really ... If you let Hong Yan touch that guy. It's the most suitable. Right! "
The shadow of Chen Ang appears in his mind. He knows what a crazy and proud heart under Fu Hongyan ’s bewildering appearance. If she encounters Chen Ang, she will be reborn because of her crazy pursuit of power. , Has the power to watch. Or you will lose yourself because you are too obsessed with power.
At this time, the Turkic camp has been completely overturned by the Thunder. Three thousand Turkic soldiers have become a pool of burnt corpses. There are countless famous Turkic masters, some of whom are not under Song Lu and Song Zhi, but In this way, they turned into fly ash in front of them. I do n’t know when Ning Daoqi also came to Lu Li, looking at the thunder in the sky, his eyes seemed longing and complicated.
The Turkic Khan and two or three Turkic masters, all surging with a fierce real energy that is not like this world, struggling in a hell-like thunder, although embarrassed, but there is no worry of life.
Song Lu persuaded toward Fu Hongyan: "Fu girl, the Turkic barbarians offended you, and you can kill them, but the Turkic Khan ca n’t kill them!" Song Zhi also agreed: "The Turkic son Take the dead end, but do n’t kill the Turkic Khan! If the Turkic soldiers are on the sidelines, we are all sinners ... "
But I do n’t know if Fu Hongyan heard them, she walked slowly towards the center of Thunder. The violent Thunder turned into gentle water at the moment of contacting her sword energy, entangled with her true energy Together, gorgeous flashes surround the beauty in red, beautiful and dangerous.
Everyone only watched her walk before the Turkic Khan, lifted her sword to her eyebrows, and Yu Yanran smiled, the sword shadow suddenly crossed the void, and Fu Hongyan, like depicting Dan Qing, wielded the sword and connected this piece The sky is like thunder.
"Fu Hongyan! Stop it!" Hashim finally stood up and tried to stop her.
"Do n’t you know that Qingcheng and Qingguo are rare for beautiful women?" Zhen Wu Shuangxiu's sword of red face was revealed in this world for the first time. The shadow of a peerless beauty appeared in Thunder's gathering, like Fu Hongyan's. Brows and smiles, Hashim looked like a dead dad, his heartbroken roared in Turkish.
The spirit of the fire that he was striving to inspire was like a piece of paper among the beauties that the Thunder really turned into. It was unbearable.
Hassim has heard of this woman who wants to cultivate both integrity and martial arts in the main **** space, but because of religious reasons, he looks down on women in his heart, thinking that Fu Hongyan is just the kind of plaything that dominates men. However, it wasn't until this time when he truly confronted Fu Hongyan's two self-made sword swords of Hongyan that he first understood the horror of this woman.
"Who tells me that Fu Hongyan is a woman who doesn't care about her appearance?" Hashim shouted in Turkish Turkic language: "She is a narcissist! Madman! Narcissism has reached the threshold of the gods. ! "
Not a narcissist, who would create an absolutely perfect self in the sword?
It ’s not a lunatic, how can you touch the threshold of God ’s Pass because you fall in love with yourself?
Hongyan Swordsmanship is a poem created by loving your whole heart, praising your narcissism, and creating for your lover. This is a double-educated swordsmanship. Fu Hongyan dances with her sword spirit It ’s no wonder that Fu Hongyan can use the real sword magic thunder to clean the floor, and at the same time use the ghost sword spirit to kill all the powerful people who are not afraid of the sky.
The Turkic Khan couldn't hold on even a trance, and he was cut off his head by the flamboyant sword of thunder.
Hasim's heart-wrenching screams this time really hurt him.
He said insanely: "Fu Hongyan, Shenwu, I have no end with you!"
Before he finished, he saw Fu Hongyan ’s perfect sword spirit Yuanshen came to him, smiled slightly, the long sword torn the void, and **** ... (to be continued)