Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1175: 、Yujianmen

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Flying with swords was once the dream of ordinary people. For ancient martial arts scholars, it is also a dream. With so many people flying with swords at the same time, the answer is ready to come out, Yujianmen!

Yujianmen masters the art of swordsmanship, which is unparalleled in the world.

The people around the Fairy Tale Park don’t feel much about the evolutionary people, because they don’t know much about the allusions of the rivers and lakes, and the ancient martial arts scholars are awe-inspiring. This may explain why Huangfu Shaojie dared to be the first emperor. With the backing of Yujianmen, he did have this confidence.

"Bold, is the Governor's name you can call you directly?" A small team leader in charge of blocking the fairy tale park stood up and yelled.

"Looking for death!" A sword beam fell from the air, as fast as electricity.

"Not good!" The team leader was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant. This sword light deprived him of his will. He wanted to resist in his heart, but his body couldn't move. Sneer, blood spattered, and the head of the team leader flew up. The sword light swept across the circle, nine heads flew up, and the remaining nine soldiers died, without a trace of resistance.

Swish——

The flying sword returned to the owner's hand, and a small group of the Ping An army was wiped out.

Boom!

Ten headless bodies fell at the same time, in no particular order.

"This is the fate of the messenger of blasphemy!" The young man stepped on the blue light sword and looked around.

The fairy tale park is silent, and the masters can see clearly that sword. They put themselves into this team and came to a conclusion that they were desperate, and they might not be able to avoid this sword. Suddenly, the masters looked at the main building of the Fairy Tale Park, and a loud voice came out of the darkness and went straight to the direction of the group of envoys of Huangfu Dynasty.

"White Madman!" A low exclamation sounded from the corner.

The white lunatic's face is gloomy, his steps are not fast, but there is a kind of stability that the mountains are difficult to move, and like elephants, both of them are strength-type and violent-type development directions, so the exercise of lightness is a weakness. The young man's sword was too fast, he did not want to rescue, but was too late.

Seeing his men die in front of him, his anger was burning.

"Who is coming? Why didn't Liu Wei'an come and kneel to see him? The messenger is already waiting impatiently!" The young man actually recognized the white lunatic, but asked knowingly.

"Get out of here!" The madman screamed, and a loud noise came from under his feet, the ground exploded, and he rose into the sky.

"Good come—ah—" The young man's laughter turned into a painful scream, like a meteorite falling diagonally from mid-air to the ground.

Ding!

The sword light collided with the fist, a thunderous noise erupted, and the fire burst out. The white lunatic's fist didn't move, and the flying sword shot back. The white madman fisted like a mountain, knocked off seven flying swords in an instant, and appeared behind a young man with a birthmark on his face. The young man noticed something was wrong and turned around quickly. I heard the scream of the same door.

"Be careful--"

His head only turned halfway, and after a glimpse of a fist expanding infinitely, his head shook, and then he didn't know anything. The head is like a broken watermelon, with white and red splashes everywhere. Birthmarks young people are dead and can't die anymore.

"Ah!" The disciple of Yujianmen yelled up to the sky, how could it be possible? how is this possible? How could a disciple of Yujianmen die? They can't believe it. The disciples of Yujianmen came down to make a name for themselves, not to die!

"You must die!" Dressed as a disciple of the noble son, pointed like a sword, and pointed at the white lunatic's heart. The madman white seemed to have eyes behind his back, and after a splash, he turned and punched.

Boom!

The finger intersected with the fist, and a loud noise erupted. The madman white body was like a mountain, motionless, the noble son disciple moved a few meters horizontally, and just stopped, his eyes suddenly burst, but the madman white followed like a shadow and chased him up. The fist seemed to have broken through the distance of the space and reached three inches in front of his chest.

"How is it possible?" There was a huge wave in the noble son's heart, and the breath of death enveloped him. At the moment of crisis, he burst out an unprecedented will to survive, and the sword intent that had been nurturing in his body suddenly broke out and turned into a flash of lightning. , Confronted the fist of the madman.

Boom!

The sound was very small, but the two of them were struck by lightning. The noble son's disciple screamed and fell from mid-air, and slammed into the ground with a bang. The lunatic white glanced at a drop of blood on his fist, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

Tianjinhua is one of the most precious resources of the Ping An army. As the governor, Liu Wei'an only took two Tianjin Pills, and he took three. The defense was high beyond the limits of human beings. It was invulnerable to weapons and fire. Invade. This is the reason why he has the courage to welcome Feijian. Unexpectedly, it is still

I was injured. He could feel that the sword intent of the noble son's disciple was immature and still very young, otherwise his fist might not be able to keep it.

Yujianmen! The madman's anger has dropped a lot, and he has become more calm.

Another same door was beaten down, and the remaining Yujianmen disciples were furious, and Feijian attacked frantically around the white lunatic. On the bottom, only the sword light was shining, almost enveloping the white lunatic, everyone was shocked, and the flying sword of Yujianmen was really terrifying. They can feel that the strength of these disciples is not strong, but they can play twice, three times or even four times their strength by relying on the swordsmanship. Many people have made a decision in their hearts. Hide as far as you can.

Boom!

A disciple of Yujianmen was blown up, and the fragmented corpse was scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a touch of blood.

Ding!

Flying sword shot out and inserted into a building hundreds of meters away. There was a scream, and a disciple of Yujianmen was knocked down high in the sky.

Boom boom boom!

Three screams sounded, and the kites of the remaining three disciples who had broken the line were generally tossed for tens of meters, and then hit the ground~IndoMTL.com~ and never moved. The disciples of Yujianmen knew that there was only one messenger wearing **** costume.

What the messenger stepped on was not a flying sword, but a kind of flying vehicle. Seeing the white madman’s gaze aimed at him, his face was pale with fright, and he shivered and said: "No, don’t come here, otherwise the emperor won’t forgive me. For you!"

"Get down!" A trace of disgust flashed across the white lunatic's face. Such a person is not worth his hands.

"I... go down here, don't mess around." The **** slowly fell to the ground. Unfortunately, he just stepped on a piece of minced meat. He turned his eyes in fright and fainted.

The corners of the white lunatic's mouth twitched as he landed. His opponents were all murderous thugs or masters who were not afraid of death. Ever encountered such an insult and felt like being insulted. He felt cold. Authentic: "Press it down and deal with it later!"

A team of security soldiers came out from the dark and dragged the **** who had passed out.

The white madman did not go down, but walked to the big horn, squinted his eyes for a few times, and slowly said: "You really are here!"

The people around are all surprised, who is it? Who is the white madman waiting for?