The inspiration of spiritual energy is now brewing the soul of Jingwei. You can play Skylark training between choices, and Ye Feng Asheng's voice is not isolated at all. If you use your spirit, you must slow down at all. This little hit can be the most significant victory!

More importantly, he was influenced by Ye Feng's voice, but Ye Feng's voice was a bit like Ning Ling. He responded to his hand for the first time and broke it. At the same time, he flashed past him, punched several holes, and hit him.

He could not believe that people in the past had shelter, and as long as there was one, they would be the end of death!

How do I think Ye Feng Asheng's half-stop sound? It is still as wide and unprotected as before. I hope Yuan Wei can go there slowly.

Let Yuan Wei tell him in his heart that they should do something directly.

If he thinks that some of Ye Feng Asheng's martial artists and others can be competent for the ranks of new martial artists, then he now has similar meanings for Ye Feng Asheng's martial arts.

"Today, I'll kill you!"

Yuan Beibei drank very heavily in his mouth, stepped on the ground like a bullet, and often emerged from his original place. He hoped that Ye Feng Asheng could leave quickly.

Since they don't want to wait any longer, as a monk who has experienced many battles, they don't think what he saw is so shocked. If they don't know whether Ye Feng Asheng is real material or mysterious, they will associate him. In this way, no one in the world can compete with me on this stream. I can monopolize it and name it so that I can understand its reality!

This land opened up a deep valley for Yuan Wei's impulse. One of them began to launch rockets from Tengkou with him. Even the air was broken by him. As for the front of autumn, a large white appearance appeared.

Those in front of us must first break down the impact gas into pieces!

"Ye Feng's voice is very light!"

At the same time, Yuan Wei shook hands, so I knew this person was very Qiu Yun. Looking at Ye Feng Asheng's voice, Qiu Yun had already woken up the voice and was very anxious.

It doesn't matter.

The next Chu Ya and Xin were very: "This, Ye is not in his eyes."

During the Battle of Jiuzhen Palace, Shan and Analyst had experienced it personally. They were just a little uneasy. How could he take it seriously? So he told Ye Feng Asheng that he was trustworthy.

The reason why Yaya looks different is not surprising. Qiu Yun saw that she was a little confused and unconsciously wondered how these two people experienced it.

On the other hand, if you want to prove Jin Ya's meaning, Ye Feng Asheng put one hand behind him. Let Sewei's hairpin bounce in front of him, his feet slowly stretched out and kicked forward.

On such a clear track, gradually expanding in the air. I hope Yuan Bei will hit him directly. No, it should be said that this is the foot that Yuan Weicong touched.

His poisonous gas turned into an apricot in the blink of an eye, with serious inspiration and even air following it. As for this moment, it is difficult to find what it really is.

"Pooh!"

Then a black shadow flew back from the chaotic gas, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and smashing heavily on the ground.

When the sand fell in the air, we could see it was covered by a thin layer of human sand, and it was Yuan Wei who strengthened his attack!

"That's great! Mr. Ye..."

His face was filled with joy. The sound of joy in Zhu Ya's mouth was still in the air. Yuan Wei, who was defeated by him, also began to dissipate from his side. At the same time, he believed that every two meters in the middle of the Zhou Dynasty were covered with a thick layer of frost.

This is.

ice?

In Qiu Yun's eyes, there was a problem. After the project was over, Ye Feng's voice began to sound. Through clear records, Ye Feng's original voice held the fire with one hand and melted the ice to dissolve the sea of ​​fire. Now, the method Yuan Wei implemented before was that he could not find his own way of death.

How did Yuan Weiguo know? He hoped that he could still hear Ye Feng's voice. He shook his wrist. Soon, his cold hair quickly concentrated on his palm. In a blink of an eye, his suffocating cold rose rapidly into the air. Finally, in his hand, there was a long sword of blue ice crystals.

As soon as the sword came out and fell down, the weather around it became worse. Even Zhu Ya once had a surprising face and fought a battle unconsciously.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Sai Weixin shouted at Ye Feng's voice: "This child, you must be killed today!"

The shirt was still there, Ye Feng's voice didn't move. As for not raising his eyes, he said, "Just give it a try."

“Accept orders!”

Su Yi stepped on the ground with one foot and shouted, and the sword issued a painful order in Ye Feng Asheng's voice. A blue cold canopy rushed out of his vibrating blade, piercing the air, leaving a long snow mark in the air, hoping that Ye Feng Asheng could cut it.

Qiu Yun tightened her heart and unconsciously gave it to Chu Ya.

Although not the first glance between monks, you can see one in front and behind the block with Yuan Wei, now you don't feel the fear after a moment.

It can be seen from this that if Yuan Beichong began to use his own sword, these would never appear.

His eyes were very cold. If Sergei turned into ice and snow, hoping that the cold weather would tear apart, he smiled tolerantly and said, "I can't see the answer from the north and south directions, and in the end I can't become one." Today, because your Ye Feng Asheng's voice is very strange, it will turn my bones into swords!"

"Really?"

The cold voice began to dissipate, but he still stood at the beginning of the original voice. Ye Feng Asheng had escaped. Just as several people suspected that he was looking around, a white Axi's hand fell on Yuan Wei's wrist.

"Have you been to nine real palaces, north and south?"

Yuan Wei was startled by the sound in his ears. He stared at Ye Feng's voice across the street. He swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Have you ever met Professor Jiu Zhenggong who is responsible?"

As the sound appeared, Ye Feng's voice gradually appeared.

The Western Wei replied: "The old lady of Jiuzhenggong is proficient and cannot be seen."

"Then why did you kill me?"

At this time, Ye Feng Asheng's shadow had frozen. He smiled slightly and showed his white teeth: "I killed nine real palaces. The three hundred years of foundation has now become ruins. How dare you kill me with your cold swordsman?"

The cold weather obviously originated from Yuan Wei. Here, you can hear Ye Feng's voice. He couldn't help but hold the sword. In Ye Feng's voice, he took his life from his hands and gently knocked on the blue stem.

"Du"

There was a very new crack between the knuckles and knuckles, and the public stared at it casually. There were countless small wrinkles on their frost swords. A breeze blew through it, and it fell to the ground one by one, splashing such a sparse sound.

All are garbage!

The stiff neck is the main culprit for the difficulty in serving Cunkou. Looking at the empty hands, the eyes shrank to the tip of the needle.

After a glance at Ye Feng's voice, he didn't smile or feel cold. He only felt a gas coming out of Jiu Ming. He walked up his ankles and headed straight for his heart and lungs. Then, his spiritual hat seemed to be frozen and stiff.

In this case, if Ye Feng threatens to kill him and save him with the help of Daluojin County, don’t be angry!

During this period, Huey had killed 10,000 times in his heart!
Chapter completed!