The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng arranged a formation at the fastest speed after Tai Uncle Shi and others left.

Just after the arrangement of the formation method, “Yi” a green spaceship Fabao landed not far from Ningcheng. Seasonal smooth and cold sweep of the disappearance of the three uncles and stones, this did not rush off the ship, does not appear to be in a hurry.

There were also four women on the ship who had been purchased from Yishui Yard earlier.

Ningcheng stared at the green spacecraft that had fallen in season and sighed in his heart that this guy was rich. The spacecraft was still a Chinese manipulator.

“Idiot, really good idea, you can stop me for a moment, then the other three go first, hahahaha...” Seasonally looking at Ningcheng Hahaha laughed, he didn't have half a smile in his eyes.

“In Xijiacheng, I have never made an exception for who I wanted to kill...” In the talking room, a red sword appeared in his hand, exactly the one he had previously festived at Yishui Garden.

Ningcheng slapped him in the back, and the handicapped gun fell in his hand. Without waiting for Seasonal Shun to continue, Ningcheng said to the four women on the ship, "Now there's a chance I'm going to fight this woman who trained me, and I'm sure this guy doesn't have time to find you. If you don't want to make a sack, go yourself. ”

After listening to him, he couldn't imagine Ningcheng not only snatching pity and Liu Yu from him, but also encouraging the woman he had already bought to flee.

He looked back at the four women who seemed really intentional, and suddenly he laughed again, "I'm sure even the escaping uncle and stone can catch them, and I'm afraid the people who are already on my ship will escape? Think about how you can die first, because later you will find out that you want to die and there is no chance...”

By the end of the season, the red flying sword in his hand had taken a red screen cover to Ningcheng, and the second layer of coagulation was undoubtedly revealed.

Ningcheng knew that Seasonal Shun was definitely not a comparison between ordinary monks of condensation in Pingzhou. This was also a guy who practiced the complete method. When he looked at the way he controlled the flying sword, he knew that his minds were not bad. Otherwise, there is no control over the ship's pursuit here, let alone the confidence to catch up with Uncle Tai Shi and others.

Ningcheng shook his hand and the blue cloth wrapped around the longgun split apart, revealing the broken longgun. The long gun was carried around, and a piece of the gun was also carried.

At a time when the gunman and the red sword curtain were not yet blown together, Ningcheng said again, "The chance to live was earned by yourself. Now I have given you the opportunity. You will not leave, and you will deserve it in the future. ”

After listening to Ningcheng, and seeing the threat of Ningcheng and Xianshun, the four women still hesitating on the ship finally stopped hesitating, jumped off the ship, couldn't even say thank you in time, scattered away and disappeared.

Seeing as Ningcheng really succeeded in encouraging his women to escape, he almost threw up blood. Instead of worrying about these women getting away, he was angry at a nine-storey ant who told them to run away, and these idiots actually believed it. If he bought it back in season, he could still walk away?

In the heat of anger, that red sword curtain was even more lethal. He was going to kill Ningcheng in the first place, and then he was going to get those bitches back, one by one, to let them know what happened to betraying him.

Seasonal Shun soon became sensible, and his sword screen did not bomb Ningcheng's long gun as he had expected, and then bound Ningcheng to him.

Ningcheng Gunmang is a total of twelve, when the twelve gunmen just came out, it was still a little bit east. But in the midst of these twelve rifles, a line of ice quickly formed, invisible to the naked eye, that instantly connects the range of the rifle's formation. Finally, even the twelve gunmen made a piece of town, forming an icy net.

“KACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACK If something must be said to have been blocked by his sword screen, it should be that the cold in the middle of the gun net is weaker and cannot continue to form the cold gun net.

“I can't believe you have firing skills…” Seasonally came to understand.

Ningcheng cultivated the complete method of kung fu, and it is not surprising to have mindfulness. He cultivates the same complete method of work, and can also drive the flying sword against the enemy when the gas is cultivated.

Ningcheng was able to break his sword screen and even capture the absolute upper hand, not because it was built countless times higher than him, but because it was a first-degree marksmanship.

“Pfft...” Several pieces of blood are emitted from the body in season.

Seasonal Shun did not expect Ningcheng to have Xuan grade gun skills. Even if he finally found out, he did his best to remedy it and was still passed by several gunshots.

Instead of fearing Ningcheng for it, he took out a Dan medicine and threw it in the import, then stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the splash on his chin. At this point in his eyes was a mad fever, and he completely forgot a few of the women who had fled. No woman can be more important than Xuan Gun Techniques. He wants Xuan Gun Techniques from Ningcheng.

Seasonal swords do not continue to be sacrificed, but slap a storage bag between the waist, and suddenly there is a moldy piece of copper money in the hand.

“Go to hell.” Seasonally the corner of his mouth reveals a hint of irony, and the copper money in his hands has been sacrificed.

This copper coin instantly turned into a giant squared coin the size of a dustpan, and the next moment, the air around it seemed to be driven by this copper coin and stagnated.

Ningcheng felt his hands sink and the guns in his hands seemed to be heavier. Ningcheng knew immediately that the copper money that Seasonal Shun had just sacrificed was in question. He forcibly gathered his true temper and tried to blow 36 shots of brown ice again.

It was just that his 36 shots of brown ice had just gathered up, and he felt his hands flat, and the handful of guns in his hand could not hold it, and he was directly rolled away by a powerful force around him.

The next moment, he saw the square's empty copper money go through the gun and take it straight with him.

The heavy feeling in Ningcheng's hands disappeared as the long gun left.

Seasonal smooth nostrils made a cold laugh, and the red sword once again carried three swords. The two swordmen directly sealed the retreat path of Ningcheng. The third swordman came towards the waist of Ningcheng and wanted to cut off Ningcheng's waist.

The swordsman quickly lost his long gun in a hurry, and Ningcheng had no room to stop it. At this time, Ningcheng wanted a defensive magic treasure the most. If there is a defensive treasure, or if he doesn't have to worry about the slashed sword, he can choose to rush to his opponent.

Seasonal pale face, even the sword rays a little, obviously he needs a lot of real money to control the copper money.

When you look at the sword, you have to stop your waist, and Ningcheng has an axe fist.

Axe Fist's fist blocked the sword, the sword has eased a lot, and the killing has faded a lot, but it still falls between the waists of Ningcheng.

Seasonal smoothness and darkness relieved him. He definitely didn't want Ningcheng to die so quickly, but Ningcheng's strength was too unexpected for him. Now faced with a sword of his, the opponent, even if harsh, is destined to be cut off by the waist.

Like the sound of defeating the revolution, Ningcheng sprayed a bite of blood, there was no backsliding.

Seasonally look at Ningcheng, which is intact, and the inner armor revealed between the waist of Ningcheng, and immediately know what is going on.

Even though he was almost depleted of real yuan at this time, he gathered his sword again and wanted to give Ningcheng another chance.

Ningcheng sacrificed seven weeks of ice needles while the guns were rolled away. It's just that his seven-week ice needle was struck by a sword before he could attack the enemy.

This is also the case that he has never encountered, or has not had enough experience with enemies. Now that he knows that copper money is the culprit behind his gun, can't he wait for the other party to do it again? While Seasonal Shun had just sacrificed the flying sword, the seven-week ice needle had crossed the distance between the two.

Seven weeks after the ice needle didn't go into season, season after season knew that he was being reckoned with, and suddenly shocked, “How is it possible that my five lines of treasure copper money didn't leave this magic instrument...”

Powerful destructive forces ravaged the body and came to understand perfectly and thoroughly that if he did not call for help, it would fall here today.

A bright red light came out of his hand, like a meteor, shooting out of his hand in season.

“What's going on?” Seeing the bright red ray of help seemed to encounter some kind of obstacle and was blocked from returning just under three lengths.

Ningcheng drives the seven-week ice needle in the seasonal smooth body, the seasonal smooth eyes immediately lost light, he still unwilling to stare at Ningcheng, he really can't figure out why he crashed into the hands of a gathering boy.

“I'm still a little sorcerer, and before you got here, I set up a little sorcerer to stop some shameless people from asking for help, idiot.” Ningcheng's talking room was another punch.

Seasonal Shun was directly bombed out by Ningcheng, and by the time he landed again, he was already a corpse. The bright red light that was stopped by the method of formation fell and slowly dissipated.

Good night, my friends!