This blow is too fast. Seeing that the person in the painting is about to become, Yang Qing did not choose to dodge, but wanted to continue and want to complete the last stroke.

"Ah!" Yang Qing screamed horrified and fell directly. This blow was too overbearing.

The thunderous sharp sword fell on Yang Qing's body, which stirred up the fire, and a flawless smell was filled.

Wang Xiao saw the machine wave again, and this blow did not attack Yang Qing, but attacked the ancient rolls, trying to destroy the ancient roll.

Yang Qing slowly stood up and looked at the ancient rolls that were cut by Wang Xiao Yijian.

Because the Lei Jian was too overbearing and violent, Wang Xiao was burned to the burnt black. If the mortal had already burned a bunch of gray.

Wang Xiao hurriedly dispersed the power of the Thunder, and the use of this technique to hurt himself was extremely great.

If it wasn't for this point, Wang Xiao would not use it.

"Yang Qing, what can you do!" Although Wang Xiao was also injured, he had a steady stream of aura blessing. It was always much better than Yang Qing.

"You ..." Yang Qing angrily looked at Wang Xiao, what he wanted to say, but swallowed it back again.

Wang Xiao watched Yang Wenjing, gritted his teeth, and said, "Today, let me see how this kid was killed by me."

"To kill quickly, lest someone in a while!" Liu Manxuan reminded.

"Boy, the old man sent you to the road!" Wang Xiao was fierce, picked up a iron sword from the ground and stabbed Yang Wenjing.

Yang Wenjing wanted to avoid it, but was trapped by the French formation, and it was difficult to walk.

This sword pierced Yang Wenjing's whole body, blood, blood, exhaustive aura, bone sword returned to the body, Yang Wenjing was unable to return to heaven.

Wang Hai kept paying attention to Yang Wenjing all the time, and saw that the bone sword melted into Yang Wenjing's body, and began to make plans in his heart to grab the corpse!

Wang Hai and Wang Xiao have never dealt with much. When Wang Hai saw that Wang Xiao also seized the bone sword, he thought that after Wang Xiao killed Yang Wenjing, he took the corpse directly and dug his bone.

Yang Qing wanted to come and rescue each other, but was stopped by Liu Man Xuan and the Wang family, and could not break through.

One sword, two swords, seeing Yang Wenjing is about to be about to be, Wang Xiao prepared a sword to cut off Yang Wenjing's head to sacrifice his grandson.

"Dead!" Wang Xiao held his sword with both hands and waved suddenly.

"stop!"

When the iron sword is about to fall, a figure is as fast as lightning, and it comes straight, and a long gun blocks the sword.

"Who?" Wang Xiao said angrily.

It was Uncle Wang when the person came. At this time, he came closer and looked at Yang Wenjing lying on the ground. Uncle Wang's eyes filled with blood, and the arm holding the gun was green.

"One Introduction Fanfu!" Uncle Wang responded, and the long guns were shot, and the gearrs were killed.

Uncle Wang stood in front of Yang Wenjing, guarded him, hunting the gun, and rolling warfare, but he didn't move at this time, but just stood there and looked at Wang Xiao angrily.

"Battle Gun Wang Sheng!" Wang Xiao saw the coming clearly, and he couldn't believe it. He spit out these four words.

"What? He is the birth of a domineering king!" A monk in the crowd was shocked, and he looked up and down.

"Didn't the Gun Wang Sheng die more than 20 years ago? How can he live?"

"It's not clear, but looking at the gun he held in his hand, Wang Sheng is right!" A middle -aged man stared at the long gun and made such a judgment.

Battle Gun Wang Sheng, the name was once popular in Luoshui City, and is the most outstanding figure in Luoshui City. It can also be said to be the strongest in the same situation. A long gun makes it more amazing.

But in the end, the name Wang Sheng disappeared, and gradually faded out of people's vision.

Some people say that he encountered a strong rival outside and was beheaded. Some people said that he broke out outside and encountered a big opportunity, so he did not choose to come back.

However, more people believe that Wang Sheng has gone to the border desert since more than ten years ago, and twenty years have passed, and many people think that Wang Sheng died in the border shortage.

As everyone knows, Wang Sheng had returned eight years ago, but he chose to live a bland life.

Wang Xiaoguan's cultivation of Wang Sheng said, "I haven't seen you for more than 20 years. I didn't expect you to have a lot of spirit branches!"

"Let's open!" Wang Sheng did not answer Wang Xiao, but just responded coldly.

"Young people, the tone is like this kid. The old man hates this character most!" Wang Xiao was unhappy, and a monk in the spiritual branch dared to despise him so much.

"Wang Xiao, roll away!" Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind.

The person coming is not someone else, but Zhang Erye. At this time, his breath is out of breath, and his strength is generally the same as Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao experienced a war, the aura was exhausted, and it was obviously not worth it.

Like Wang Sheng and Wang Sheng, he did not choose to take a shot.

Yang Xue followed behind, and saw Yang Wenjing lying in the pool of blood, tears, crying, crying, Jiao's body trembling to Yang Wenjing's body trembling.

"Child, why are you so stupid!" Yang Xue looked at Yang Wenjing's cut arm, his heart was like a knife, and he was very sad.

Yang Xue pulled off her tearing off her placket and wanted to stop bleeding for her son, but she couldn't stop blood.

Yang Xue was panicked, scared in her heart, and had a blank mind!

"On, kill them!" Wang Xiao's mouth pumped, and swords on swords with Wang Sheng.

Yang Qing also took the Yang family and Liu Manxuan and other puppets fiercely fought. The puppet had been squeezed out of the soul and aura and became a dead body.

"I said Man Xuan, I didn't expect you to have such a big movement!" Everyone made a strange voice sound.

The coming person is a teenager, with a clear look, blond hair, Qi Yuxuan, wearing a golden robe, holding a double blade in hand.

"He Qiang? What are you doing?" Liu Manxuan's face was gloomy, looking at He Qiang.

"What do you say!" He Qiang grinned and looked at Yang Wenjing in Yang Xuehuai.

"You stop, his head is mine!" Liu Manxuan blocked it, played the flute to control the corpse, attacking He Qiang.

"Why is it yours, and everyone hasn't died yet?" He Qiang waved his blade, launched a ruthless killing, stepped towards Yang Wenjing step by step, and wanted to cut his head.

The scene is very chaotic, the sound of killing, the sound of the sword, the one after another, it is endless.

I didn't dare to watch it when I watched it, I was afraid of being controlled by the woman's flute, and finally died on the spot.

"Child, there is a mother, let's not be afraid!" Yang Xue twitched, holding Yang Wenjing lightly into his arms.

Yang Wenjing opened his eyes, vomited blood foam, and laughed: "Mother, you ... you can't cry, the child is dead ... I can't die, I still have to see my father!"

"The mother didn't cry, and took the mother to take you home." Yang Xue wiped the hot tears, showing a smile.

"Go! Where to go? This person stays, you can go!" He Qiang killed it, and said coldly, a blood blade pointed at Yang Xue.

"Not good!" Wang Sheng in the fierce battle of Wang Xiao saw Yang Xue difficult and wanted to get out, but was stopped by Wang Xiao and could not help.

And Yang Qing was blocked by Wang Hai, but there was no helplessness.

"I want to kill my son, dream!" Yang Xue found a token from his arms, which was left by Sun Litian when he was leaving.

As soon as the token came out, He Qiang recognized this token at a glance that it was not all things.
Chapter completed!