My luck can go against the sky

The blood flutters in the air, then re-falling on the ground, the cold chilly chills quickly frozen the blood.

Two people fell to the ground, they all were bloody.

In the top sky, a dragon sounded, followed, and the mouth was mad.

Thunder is flashing.

The fierce and huge donation inches were broken.

In the Thunder, the small Lei Long Dynasty, the Han Zi, loudly, and his arms were incentive. Thunder lost, Rayon broke the horizon, unknown.

Han Zonglong is a glimpse, looks up and look at the sky, but there is no found.

Luo Liangping snorted, and his body was standing upright. He looked at Han Zi Rong: "Now you are heading, you will still be effective."

"But if you are killed by me, three people walking with you, will die because of you."

"I don't kill you, as long as you help me to thank the ghost, restore personal, I promise you to have half a minute."

"You are gently cultivated to Yuan Baby is not easy. Shouyuan still has thousands of light yin, why bother to fight with me, divide a life and death?"

"I have arrived in the peak of Yuan Yingfeng three hundred, how do you be my opponent."

Han Zi Rong took the hot air, turned over, half of it, his eyes stared at Lu Liangping: "You can't hold it, Luo Liangping."

Han Zi Rong smiled, slowly stood up, took out the last return of the waist into the body to repair the injury, then the right hand moved toward the peach wood sword, and the thousands of peach cache fell on the ground quickly flew back to his hand, he I watched Luo Liang, said: "Since I have died, I still want to live in the grave, then I want to live in the grave."

"If you can't fight, try not to know."

"What do I win?"

Luo Liangping lifted a pen and snorted: "I ridicily."

Drink lightly in the mouth, the right hand holding a cold foggy in the air.

The residual gangli in the body is poured out.

Even the realm of the body, it has dropped continuously, and it is in the early stage of Yuan Ying.

"The arrival of the righteousness, life and death! Cang Tian can be treated, white horse is evidence!"

The voice falls, and the broken armor that is condensed by the cold ice quickly recovered, after him, a war horse sounded.

A series of footsteps also sounded.

One is another cold, and the white horses gathered in the cold are climbed from the ice and snow, holding a gun, and cold looks at Han Zi Rong.

The cold ice horse stands up from the snow, and the sky is screaming.

Luo Liangping's cold fog pen also changed to a big gun, standing next to Luo Liang.

A war horse sounded in the ears of Luo Liangping, Luo Liangping's eyes were cold, turned over to the door.

Three thousand white horses, everyone is half a step baby, and tall the horse, the gun tip directly refers to Han Zi Rong.

Han Zi Rong stood, looked at the three thousand white horses, the heart was shocked, and it was standing.

Hold the fist right hand, reinstate the power.

Half of the remaining half of the body rolled, surging, condensed, and rushed toward the right hand.

Luo Liang, shouting loudly.

"The arrival of the righteousness, life and death! Cang Tian can be treated, white horse is evidence!"

Three thousand white horses, followed, and shocked the world.

"The arrival of the righteousness, life and death! Cang Tian can be treated, white horse is evidence!"

Luo Liangping horing the big gun and the gun tip pointed to Han Zi Rong.

"Chong!"

Legs, exaggerate the horse, speed, speed up, charge!

Never-to-one horseshoe sounded in Han Zi Rong, and Han Zirong's face unchanged, and stood firm in the original place.

"Hold guns!"

Luo Liangli flowed with dark pus, and drunk.

boom.

Three thousand guns, unique air.

"kill!"

The war horse is added to the highest speed, three thousand white horses, to Han Zi, Like a rolling flood.

Three thousand popular machines are integrated into the movement, with Luo Liangping as a gun tip, white horses are the first, the gun, the gun, and thoroughly.

A shoy is bright, and it flashes.

Luo Liangping is crazy, "" ""

The gun is like a dragon, holding a gun, like a dragon.

Bai Long !

Han Zong's internal gas also suddenly skyrocket at this moment.

Half of the qihai Dantian is a trace, and it is integrated into the right hand of Han Zi.

The wind is blown up.

Han Zi Rongfa is separated from the ground, stagnating in the air.

The momentum is extremely changed.

Hand, fist, palm!

"Nan Tianmen!"

The cold mist in the round fifty miles is dissipated.

Before Han Zong, a vain is formed in an instant, an ancient city gate standing in front of Han Zong.

The door is closed.

On the threshold, book.

Nan Tianmen, three words.

Luo Liangping saw that this is cold, can't believe in this scene, crazy: "It is impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"The nine-style nine-style has been lost in Millennium, how can it be in today, how?

"This is a fake, it must be fake!"

But at this time, the charge forward is made, except for forward, Luo Liangping noct.

Luo Liangping's heart is obsessed with eyes.

The whole body has risen again, and the body should be cracked.

Lu Liang Ping looked up and furious.

"kill!"

Three thousand loudly!

"kill!"

Han Zi Rong fiercely opened his eyes, and his body is facing the palm.

"I am invincible outside Nantian Gate!"

When Nan Tianmen faint shadow suddenly, he hit the three thousand white horses from Luoliang.

Luo Liang Pei lifted guns, with white dragon, hit the Nantian Gate.

The war is tumbling, and the screams are scream.

The breeze blows, and the three thousand white horses have dispelled.

Han Zi Rong Yuzhi stands, before, Nan Tianmen flexion slowly disappeared.

Outside the Nantian Gate, Luo Liangping lies into the ground. The body gas machine began to slow down, and it was a little bit of ice, and it began to ablate, and water.

Seeing this scene, Han Zi Rong also supported, and his legs were soft, and the body was soft and slowed down.

Han Zi Rong single-handed land, looked up, looked at Luo Liangping, look calm.

Trend to stand up and slowly walk to Luo Liangping.

Calm: "More than 650 years, it is enough."

On the ground, Lu Liang opened his eyes, looked at Han Zi Rong, looked at the sun, and nodded.

A ghost and repair, and at this time.

Three thousand blue silk contraction, Luo Liangping stood up slowly, the body shake, the water stain on the white robes quickly dried up, he took off the waist choodship pen, and he brought to Han Zi.

"Thank you, you won."

Han Zi Rongtian nodded and took it.

Luo Liangping stepped forward, facing the ancestral hall, leaning over.

"Not filial, Luo Liangping, and a hundred deaths."

Then, the big day and loudly.

"Confucius as" Spring and Autumn ", microforms. Those are simple, it is simple, the big, the Tibet, the words, the history of more than two hundred and sixty years."

"Good goodness, evil can not be long."

"Master, Liang Lei". "

The voice is light.

White Luo Liang, slowly dissipated.

Han Zi Rong quietly looked at, there was no expression, and the look was as usual.

Inside and outside the ancestral hall.

The cold ice of the villagers in the wrapped in the town is dissipated, chemically forms a flow, and smooth flows.

Inside and outside the ancestral hall, the crowd kneel, crying.

Outside, there is a small ice, rushing to the iron cloud.

Han Zi Rong calm and fortunately.

[, Congratulations to the head of the crime.

[Start the reward.

[Reward: Two of the Nine-style Nine: Gully God.

Han Zong Rongxiang is a soft, can't stand it.

The eyes are slowly closed, there is nothing to do.

Next to, on your body, bloody.

The visual letter came from the ancestral hall, and the plate knee sat next to Han Zonglong, his hands closed ten, the Buddha is shining, leaning over the gift: "Amitabha, good, good."