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(ps: The second update is here, please give me a monthly ticket. I chased me too tightly, and the first 2 o'clock will be revealed immediately)

"Boom"

On the burial stream, heavy rain poured down, and in the stream, there were several sleepless days and nights.

Bai Jiao understood that the Dharma was following, and it was at its most critical moment. In the distance, someone's pit was getting bigger and bigger, and he could no longer see his personal figure.

"White Dragon, there is more water, move it out."

In the pit, someone's voice came out again, saying.

When Bai Jiao heard this, he no longer had the idleness to talk about the former. He raised his hand and waved his hand, and the rain in the mud pit rolled out and directly knocked someone to a dog to chew on the mud.

"Ph puss"

Ning Chen got up, spit out two mouthfuls of soil, raised his head and said angrily, "Can't you be careful?"

Bai Jiao ignored it and continued to understand it quietly in the rain. The waves of water surging, constantly changing shapes, suddenly like a Kunpeng spreading its wings, and suddenly like an angry dragon going out to the sea, with amazing power.

The rumbling thunder echoed in the sky, the rain gradually became smaller, the white dragon dissipated all over the body, and the water waves gradually dissipated.

"Go out next time it rains"

Bai Jiao said, then turned around and walked towards the other side.

Kaiyang Dynasty, the Central Heavenly Court, the purple air was vast, and the Yuan Emperor stood quietly, looking at the three figures kneeling in front of him, and said lightly, "Kill!"

"yes"

The three princes took the order and immediately stood up and left.

Four hundred miles outside Qiyue City, butterflies are moving forward, their fair feet are now covered in blood, and they are struggling with difficulty, and they are confused and have no goal.

Zhao Liusu followed behind her, her eyes not daring to leave the former for a moment, and she was extremely anxious.

She could feel that Sister Die was almost unable to hold on.

At this moment, variables suddenly arise, and black figures appear from all directions. On the way ahead, three figures walk out, and the three princes of the Kaiyang Dynasty appear in a trap and kill.

"Miss Liusu, we are ordered to take you back." For the eldest prince Yi Chaohui walked out and said calmly.

When Zhao Liusu saw the three of them, she was not happy but depressed. She looked at the butterfly in front of her and said in a narrow voice, "I'll go back with you, but you are not allowed to attack Sister Die."

"Sorry, my father has a life, butterflies in the flowers must die," Yi Chaohui said lightly.

"Is it my grandfather's meaning? I'll go back and beg my grandfather now!" Zhao Liusu said anxiously.

"It's too late, come here," Yi Chaohui waved his hand and said coldly.

"kill"

With an order, the three princes of Kaiyang led a large army to fight for death, and the sound of killing shocked the sky.

The soldiers are like waves in the sky, the flowers are burying in the underworld, and a knife is as dark as ink, passing by the blade, blood is everywhere in the sky.

The red spear is out of nowhere, brave and good at fighting, the gun is forced to death, and the style of robbing the soul.

The Thirteenth Prince reappeared his extraordinary martial spirit, swung his spear thousands of ways, and blocked the way forward of the sword god.

On the other side, Yi Chaohui waved his hand and held the two swords, and coldly breeze said, quickly recruiting his life.

The two princes participated in the battle. The butterflies in the flowers, which were exhausted, were still fighting bravely like gods, walking like a rainbow, without falling behind.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince, who was watching the battle, started to move the wind and thunder, and the halberd opened its power in all directions, and the heavy halberd of the mysterious gold broke through the air and fell down. The sky and the earth were immediately unbalanced, and the earth broke into the mountains and shook.

With a bang, the sword and halberds touched each other, and blood flowed out on the butterfly's arms, but he still refused to take a step back. The sword turned and he rushed forward to the halberd.

The butterfly danced, and the sharp spear blocked the road again. The sharp edge of the two swords then passed by. The three princes were ruthless and cruel in their moves, and their moves were to eliminate future troubles forever.

The three-person battle was fought, and the army followed. In the fierce battle, blood spilled all over the sky, butterflies were killed, and swords were killed.

Seeing that the opponent was still fighting bravely, the Ninth Prince waved his hand and two figures appeared in the army, and the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound was heard, and the fog was dissipated.

With the double poison, the butterfly in the flower suddenly staggered and almost fell.

"Sister Butterfly Beware"

In the army, Zhao Liusu saw this and hurriedly reminded him.

Before the words were finished, a stinging sound was heard, and the gunshot cut through the blue clothes, bringing out a trace of blood, and the eyes were filled with sarcastic beauty.

The butterfly in the flower returned to the knife and shook the former, but felt that his eyes and ears gradually became deaf. In a blink of an eye, the scene in front of him and the sound in his ears disappeared.

Deaf ears and ears, in a silent world, the butterfly in the flower is helpless, and only believes that the knife in his hand is aroused and killed, and all the burial flowers are slashed horizontally, whether to kill or kill.

The broken limbs and broken arms are flying all over the sky. The intuition in the knife is that no one is distinguished, and those who are close to each other can only kill!

"The God in the Sword is indeed well-known"

Yi Chaohui took two steps back, waved his hand, and teams of men in black carrying heavy crossbows appeared, and the arrows broke through the air and rushed out.

The butterfly in the flower felt a crisis coming, and the sword danced in full swing, blocking the heavy crossbows and cold arrows flying over.

It was stinging, and another sound of clothes tearing apart, and the cold arrow brought out a black blood flower and inserted it on the ground in the distance.

"Well"

The poisonous effect was caused, butterfly in the flower staggered under his feet, and vomited a mouthful of black red again.

The serious injury has not healed, the body is poisoned, and the wings of the butterfly are hard to show. He used to be arrogant to the heroes of the world, but now he has received a little bit of black and red. The god in the sword is at the end of his journey.

After the rain of arrows, the army surrounded again, and the three princes held troops to attack and kill, and their moves became even more fierce.

"Butterfly Dance, Qingping"

The crisis has come to an end, and the butterfly in the flower knows that the end is coming. She wraps her sword in her sleeves, and a knife appears in the knife. In the burial of the flower, a white blade is pulled out, and the butterfly dances with both edges, and the demise shines on her eyes.

The battle situation was broken, countless people in black had different parts, and the butterfly in the flower stepped under the feet, leaving the battle situation with all their strength.

"Chasing" Yi Chaohui waved his hand and said in a deep voice.

As the sound of the sounds, black lights passed by, and men in black flew out and rushed to chase after him.

Yi Hongmian and the Ninth Prince also turned into a stream of light and chased towards the direction where the butterfly among the flowers left.

The thunder sounded in the burial stream. The two people who had been waiting for several days waited for heavy rain again. This time the rain was so strong that the rumbling thunder sounded throughout the mountain stream.

The several huge pits that Ning Chen dug had already stored a lot of rain before, and in the rare heavy rain, they finally all overflowed.

"It's OK," Ning Chen said.

Bai Jiao nodded, waved his right hand, and the water in the giant pit rolled out and rushed straight into the sky.

"Flying Waterfall"

The words follow the Dharma, the world is vast, a huge waterfall rushes against the nine heavens, hanging upside down, shaking the scene and stunning the world.

"Walk"

Bai Jiao grabbed the arm of the person beside him and stepped on the waterfall. The rumbling rain came from all directions, constantly replenishing the water vapor scattered in the waterfall.

Time is tight and there is no need to delay at all. The two of them are getting faster and faster, and they are quickly climbing up the sky.

"Boom"

Thunder pierced the sky, and the heavy rain gradually became smaller as time passed.

The water vapor scattered above the waterfall is getting faster and faster, and the rain is gradually unable to make up, and faults appear.

Seeing this, Bai Jiao felt a slump in his heart, and he knew that he could no longer hesitate. With a clear roar, he turned into a dragon and appeared.

The next moment, I saw a pure white dragon circling out between the sky and the earth, rolling over someone who was stunned, penetrated into the waterfall, and soared into the sky.

After more than ten breaths, a white light rushed out of the mountain stream and landed on the edge of the cliff. After it transformed, it waved and threw someone aside.

The mist was shrouded in the mist, covering the body of the demon master and regaining his cultivation, Bai Jiao looked at the human in front of him and endured it many times before he suppressed his slap and urged him to fear death.

Ning Chen stood up and carefully checked himself. After he was not injured, he raised a middle finger at Bai Jiao, turned his head and left.

"Slowly," Bai Jiao spoke and said coldly.

When Ning Chen heard this, he immediately stopped, turned around and said vigilantly, "You have to wait for half a year, and you won't forget it so soon, right?"

"As timid as a mouse"

Bai Jiao snorted coldly and said, "Give me a trace of Fengyuan, I will kill you one month later."

When Ning Chen heard this, he turned around and left, thinking he was stupid and raising a tiger was a disaster. He could not beat this guy at all. Give him a little more phoenix source. When he meets him in the future, wouldn’t he be tortured to death?

"Two months!" Bai Jiao said at a price.

Ning Chen continued to walk and pretended that he didn't hear it.

"Three months!" Bai Jiao continued to increase the price and said.

Ning Chen walked faster, and he was almost running away.

"Half a year" Bai Jiao's tone showed a hint of anger, and he said in a deep voice.

Ning Chen is about to start running.

"A request" Bai Jiao gritted his teeth.
To be continued...