When the world, Yanjing.

This ancient, full of poetic, vicissitudes, has been standing in the world for seven hundred years.

War.

humiliation.

indignation.

Huaxia Five Thousand Years, there is no deed with ancient experience, which can be more fierce than Yanjing.

The last truly chain quarter, turned into the sky, after the fall.

This vast land.

There is no such thing as the arranging era, the foreign enemy invasion, the country breaks the family, during that period, the black clouds enveloped the stars, called - Dark Huaxia!

I have no honor of the Quality.

If the tiger wolf is general, all the year round of the abroad, there is no taboo.

Overseas pophant country.

The soldiers were three million, waving east, that day, the whole sky was killed, and the firewood tiger leopard as an inexpensive, and once witnessed the ancient focus of the five thousand years. The ruthless burning, the jade of the city is worth it.

The light is shipping out the country.

I have used it for ten nights!

Yanjing, when the emperor, the palace of the Qhuangdian!

More than the kind playground, the golden emperor, I don't know how many times trampled.

sorrow!

However, the years, even if there is less than the sea, but as long as there is Jiangnan, the kings are sitting in the town, it will not become like this.

but it is.

Inflexible suffering.

Only to the respect of the princes, come to help out, welcome the enemy to fight.

Dark period.

The eight major martial arts people, the same as the Yellow descendants, not but don't shoot, still in my life, the gods, the gods, only to pay attention to the individual, do not survive the life and death of the China-Territory, put them in the heart.

Exploit the people.

In order to make your own young, it has achieved a good name, and the heart is mad, and the three respects of the three are struggling to fight, the extends of all the world!

The truth is the same.

Little people know!

Not.

critical moment.

Dragon Hill Tianshi, anger.

The 36th Tianshi Zhang Daoqi, forced to absorb the strength of Tiancheng, with one person's power, block the excellent supreme, for the Jiangnan, Wangnan, and annihilated everything.

otherwise.

I am afraid that I have to suffer again, the five thousand years ago, the unrivaled blood of the orthodox, tarnish the orthodox blood, and it has been printed in the ancient nation.

Reach the slavery!

boom!

Silent Yanjing Palace.

"This is there without a bloody thing. Are they forgot to forget four hundred years ago, how did the Eight-Party have been on our land?

It came to anger the huge sound of anger the table, a hate iron is not a steel, full of irritability, causing other temples that are being sleepled, and the country who has changed the political chapter raised his head.

"There are too many days, I have forgotten the shame!"

"The gentleman does not learn, not to be a group of false gentlemen, crying for the quaint foreign family!"

boom!

"Go, tell these media, report these, we will seize, never hire!"

It is also an angle of anger to pat the table, and then it will come out.

"Yang Lao, who is not a noisy?"

"Oh, it is not one of the eight-year-old people, there is an ancient architecture of the 800 years, being burned."

"Some people in the folks began to sorrow, saying what this is the loss of all humanity, and the moment is quite big."

In a severous temple, there is some tired sigh from time to time.

"Yang Lao, you should not be sad, now you are not more than before, now today, the national Taiwanese people, this person, just pursue a noble thinking, put it bluntly, with a word of folk people to summarize - loading!"

Aged Yang Qi Mountain, a black old dress, sitting in a dinner desk.

He is exhausted, closed his eyes, gently picked the brush, at this time, the heart is slightly disappointed, and it is unable to wave, indicating that young defend is going out, he is quiet.

Waiting for a young defend, go out, close the door.

Sometimes the atmosphere is dignified.

I have passed for a long time.

Then I passed a sigh of sorrow.

"Ugh!"

The national hatred, the shame that has brought to them, has been forgotten in the brain with a lot of people.

What eight hundred years of ancient buildings burned?

Four hundred years ago.

Eight-Party Barbarian, in our land, the taste of the anger, the anger of the anger, is still the ancient buildings, is there less?

to date.

They grabbed countless rare national treasures, tens of thousands of volumes carrying the history of China's long and vicissitudes.

Which one is returned?

The thing that is grabbed, is used as a home, and even the auction, shameless!

now.

Their ancient buildings were burned, compared with the Once the country, the heaven reincarnation, the sky retribution - it is self-take!

"A group of lives in the middle and small scorpions, my Huaxia's iron bones, no dearition of blood, I have learned the fake compassion, falsehood!"

Looking at the home window.

This covered palace under the night.

Yang Qi Mountain, one of the people, really feels sleepy, it is inevitable.

If you have a certain day in the future. .

Overseas pop-ups, torn fake masks, roll soil, intention, refer to this land, will also be like four hundred years ago, there are many household interests, for the ancient nation, willing to throw the head, sprinkled blood Hero!

Yang Qi Mountain turbid, looked at the depths of the palace, the face flashed a fan, muttered: "Maybe this is like the old man who guards the Tomb, is a real Feng Queen."

"Lin Tianhou, Lin Tianhou, why you don't want to leave the Tombs, join the Crown!"

......

boom!

The dark palace is deep, the silent emperor door, two bodies slowly fell on the ground.

A sugar shirt, the old people who have no sadness, carrying hands, looking up.

"It's another two ignorant, this year, this year should be the eighth!"

Lin Tianhou played his hand.

Two bodies on the ground, instantaneous cultivation, leaving only a strong blood.

The face suddenly changed.

The tone is cold, disdainful, self-contained:

"There are two peerless supreme, not always waiting in the deep mountainous forest, escaping the embassies of the eight rats, and come to me to find it!"

He Lin Tianhou.

Has guarded the Tombs for five hundred years.

Don't say that it is a peerless, that is, the Zhang Dao of the Dragon Tria Tianshi government, I want to enter this emperor, he will not give the skin!

"Ok?"

Among the sight of the line, sudden appearance of a white dress, Lin Tian Hou suddenly wrinkled.

Another one.

Still a young person, arrogant!

Lin Tianhou took the hands and walked in the past, and an invincible high hand wind flashed.

But I haven't shot.

The whole person suddenly squatted on the ground, and the head was shed, and the deep hole was full of horror.

"How can this be……"

At the moment he closes his eyes, he only saw the white clothes, stepped into the Tombs step by step.