The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 76: Umbrella
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He Xinliang Chapter 76 Umbrella
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2013-11-1423:44:25[Word count]2777
The burly Murong Longshui kept his eyes on the guy who was born out of the sky, and the court on Liyang suppressed his speech. Only some of the gossips were lucky enough to slip through the net. Therefore, many discussions about Beiliang Shizi were mostly on the surface. , It is nothing more than how domineering he was in Tai'an City, how to behave with the students of the Imperial Imperial College, but Beimang was completely different. It was precisely because of this guy’s trip to Beimang that a whole world was turned upside down. Murong Longshui was surnamed Yelu. Because of his old enemies, he became interested in Liyang rivers and lakes, and only then walked south in person. Regardless of how disgraceful this person used to kill the fifth raccoon dog, Murong Longshui admired her and put herself on the ground, she admitted. Single-handedly against the Tuoba Chunfalcon, who is protected by two great demon heads with the colorful python thunder spear, is a nine-dead life. Murong Longshui hesitated and stared at the man of the same age who was tired of rushing and had chapped lips, before a fierce battle doomed to death. , Smiled and threw out the orange in the palm of his hand, thinking that if this man took the orange generously and fought again after eating it, it would also be a beautiful thing for the surviving person to drink and drink in the future. There is a kind of life and death. The extraordinarily heroic demeanor did not expect the orange to be thrown into the air before it exploded. The juice splashed all over Murong Longshui, and Murong Longshui frowned his thick brows. This son of Beiliang was too petty.
Men’s arena is generally only black, white and gray. Women enter the arena, but most of their thoughts are beautiful and colorful, and Murong Longshui is also unavoidable.
A piece of willow sees Murong Longshui deflated, and his heart is full of joy. His head is full of funny scenes of a handsome man being pressed under his body by a strong woman of two hundred catties and beating him into a pig's head.
The old moth does not have as many leisurely feelings as a willow, and the pace is steady, not rushed, and the current situation is no different from a godsend for the three of them. The young man was dragged down by the seriously injured girl, and it was even worse. The enemy three came lightly.
A section of willow leaped up to the head of an orange branch next to him, and looked up to make sure that there was no brigade of pawns in the field of vision to participate in the encirclement and suppression, to spread joy on other people’s homes, and to carefully sail the ship for thousands of years.
After Xu Fengnian landed, he took a long breath and rushed towards the nearest Murong Longshui, bypassing several cold winter trees with only a little reddish orange tree, Murong Longshui looked bloated. It looked like Chu Lushan who had changed gender, but when Xu Fengnian launched a charge, she also collided away. Unlike Xu Fengnian's circumvention, she hit the orange tree and broke directly, and the two immediately collided. Xu Fengnian pressed Murong Longshui's sharp knees with one hand, five fingers like hooks, stroked her face, Murong Longshui's body leaned back and kicked out, Xu Fengnian's sleeves fluttered, facing Murong Longshui. She slapped her thigh with a slap. She stubbornly resisted the palm, and her body turned, pushing a palm on Xu Fengnian’s chest. Xu Fengnian was pushed out with a palm and slipped to an orange tree and leaned against the orange tree on her back. In an instant, the bulging sleeves suddenly stagnated, abruptly stopped, and hooked his calf, cut off the orange tree, lifted it into the air, held it with one hand, and made a big sword against the woman who strode and shook the ground. When the head split, Murong Longshui interlaced his hands to protect his cheeks. The orange tree shattered every inch, and the sky was full of branches and leaves. Murong Longshui ignored the dense pain of scraping bones, rushed past, and slammed two punches in his chest. Unexpectedly, Xu Fengnian did not evade, and allowed the woman's boxing gang to be on her chest like layers of turbulent waves hitting the shore. When Murong Longshui sensed that he wanted to retreat, he found that his fists were like muddy mud. The inner flying sword was like a migratory locust, and the brain strangling Murong Longshui, she made a decision that was equivalent to losing both sides in the blink of an eye. Instead of taking back her fist, her feet took root, her knees sank into the mud, and her fists came together in one go. Xu Fengnian made dozens of heavy hammers, and just before the flying sword was nailed into Murong Longshui's body, he had been squatting on the orange tree in the distance and leisurely collecting a section of willow from the branches, and finally made a bold move. Xu Fengnian and Xu Fengnian in the battle Murong Longshui, the pair of men and women constantly throwing branches, accurately blocked the offensive of a flying sword, accidentally inserting willows and willows, and the sword is perfectly connected with the sword master's flying sword, which is orderly in chaos, but there is still no A handle successfully nailed Murong Dragon Water.
Xu Fengnian's forehead was lowered and knocked on the entangled Murong Longshui's forehead. The latter's rare and majestic body swayed back, but Xu Fengnian's arms were pulled by Xu Fengnian, and she was not given a chance to escape. Murong Longshui yelled, his arms shook, the ripples vibrated, shaking off the shackles, Xu Fengnian's ten fingers drew ten scarlet blood troughs with deep bones on her arm, she lowered her head, and her arms were as thick as an ordinary woman's thighs. Encircling Xu Fengnian's shoulders, outsiders saw it, and mistakenly thought it was a lover's tenderness, it was difficult to distinguish the murderous intent. Murong Longshui's body fell backwards, pulling Xu Fengnian's whole person into the air, trying to throw Xu Fengnian's head into the mud. Xu Fengnian's hands were lightly patted on the wet mud, and it was like mist rising in an instant. , Murong Longshui wanted to distance herself from the willow cloth, but also wanted to let a piece of willow shade fall to the ground. She was lying in the frosty snow and mud, letting go of her hands, thinking about a carp to stand up and take the initiative earlier than that person.
After one shot, Xu Fengnian, who had his head down, instantly turned his body upside down and returned to normal. He pressed Murong Longshui's cheeks with his hands, and the two eyebrows were facing each other. It was another **** scene bred under the illusion of warmth. The previous Murong Longshui After receiving a piece of orange thrown from the willow, rolling in the palm of the palm, it is exactly the same at this time. Xu Fengnian seems to be thinking of her head as an orange. Murong Longshui's expression changed drastically. For a time, he punched his knees like a torrential rain and drums. Since his debut, The Beimangqi woman, who is known to be good at close hand-to-hand combat, only wanted to pull the distance quickly, but no matter how fierce her offensive was, Xu Fengnian just supported her head and shortened the gap with the palms of both hands. Moving, fully accepting Murong Longshui's thunder attack, his sleeves vibrated at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
A section of willow squatting on a branch in the distance looked uncertain, and there was still a handful of orange branches in his hand. It seemed to weigh the pros and cons, and did not help the woman in danger in the first time.
The old moth took advantage of the gap to walk in the orange grove with its arms outstretched, and I don’t know what the ghost symbol is. The old man with spiderweb is obviously more careful than a piece of willow watching the fire from the other side. He kicked off an orange tree and stabbed Xu Fengnian. Back. Murong Longshui, who didn't dare to hide his clumsiness, smashed his heart with his full punch. It happened that the orange tree stabbed in the mouth of the back. The punch and the tree drew each other. Using common sense, if you are a diamond body, you will be smashed into the heart. He died on the spot. After the old moth kicked it out, he turned his head to look at Liu Liu, who rolled his eyes and swept to the side of Xu Fengnian and Murong Longshui.
, Xu Fengnian was unexpectedly safe and sound, but finally stepped back and was willing to let go of Murong Longshui’s great head, slid both hands, and lifted her cheeks up, Murong Longshui who was overwhelmed with vitality. With her feet off the ground, Xu Fengnian "slowly" walked to her side and swept one leg across the abdomen of Princess Beimang. Her burly body was bent in a deformed arc in the air, and then she slammed into the willow that came to rescue. , A piece of willow turned a blind eye to the princess with a golden body, and his body plummeted. At the same time, the killer Moth had both thumbs and index fingers together in his hands, brushing an inexplicable straight line in front of him, and no fewer than a hundred orange trees were uprooted. , And splashed towards the single Xu Fengnian, and then exploded in the air, the corner of a willow's mouth was cocked, and his ten fingers strummed.
Manchu is full of sword energy.
The chaotic swords flowing between the sky and the earth, like a galaxy falling down, form a cage with nowhere to hide.
Xu Fengnian stepped out with one foot, his knees were slightly bent and pressed down, as if carrying a tripod on his shoulders, his hands lifted up in the void.
Take him as the center~IndoMTL.com~The ground is all over several tens of meters, and a rising mud curtain vie with the pouring sword air.
is like an umbrella to cover the rain.
A piece of willow clenched a piece of branch with both hands and happened to be inserted in the hollow of the umbrella above Xu Fengnian's head.
See the seams and needles, the shade of a willow tree.
Xu Fengnian raised his head, indifferent, looking straight at the famous killer.
Liu Xin guessed that the situation was strange, and the offensive was immediately stopped, and he would rather give up the golden time of a lifetime than take the risk.
But when a piece of willow regained his sword, he clearly saw a conspiracy smile floating at the corner of the mouth, which changed rapidly, and a piece of willow was stabbed again by intuition.
When the branch in his hand really touched Xu Fengnian’s eyebrows, a piece of Liu’s heart was settled.
The branch has pierced the person's eyebrows to the depth of his nails, and a section of willow eyes are dark and ecstatic.
The two are only a few feet apart, but the branches can't move forward a little bit, and there is no trance in a section of willow, so they must retreat.
, a Zhu robe behind him slammed his foot on his back.
Xu Fengnian's hands are facing each other with ten fingers, he pierces a section of willow's chest, and then "gently" tears it out.
he divided a piece of willow in the air.
A large pool of blood spilled on Xu Fengnian's face.
Xu Fengnian was still expressionless and silent, but shook his wrists, silently shaking off the blood in his hands, and looked at the two remaining masters of Beimang in the orange garden.