Carefree Path of Dreams

"The old thief is dead!"

Fang Yuan burst into a bang and his muscles twisted on his back, just like Dapeng's wings.

The huge force is from the back to the arm, from the arm to the elbow, the wrist, all the way to the fingertips.

It’s awkward!

The bones of his body blew, as if they were leveraged. After this transmission, how much was the original strength?

"Eagle Hand!"

Lin Leiyue looked at this scene, and they were all shaking hands and couldn’t themselves.

She also saw Zongmen in the Zongmen, the famous eagle claw iron shirt, Yu Qiu cold shot, but have to say that in addition to the more profound skills, the spirit of the momentum, but it is immediately compared to this boy.

‘Is this still the old brother of the party? ’

Lin Leiyue has a wonderful flow and does not know what he is thinking.

"Expected... actually..."

Xiaoqing’s mouth is open and the image of the lady is gone.

At this time, she only thought about one thing in her heart: ‘If this was the case... This Fangyuan played its full strength, where do I still have life? ’

In fact, she overestimated the yuan.

At that time, Fang Yuan, the falsification of his own eagle claws, was far from sharp, but he had a systematic system, and martial arts entered the country absolutely thousands of miles.

Whatever the story of the three days, when you look at the description, use it on his body, it is entirely appropriate.

Huh!

The claw wind whistling, tearing the heart and splitting the lungs, the trick has not yet arrived, the wind blowing the face has already scratched his face and hurt.

"Good boy!"

Song Zhongyi sighed again, and the face was red again, his hands danced and turned into a canopy: "Magic Wind Hand!"

Peng!

The eagle claws touched the palm of your hand, and the amazing air bang sounded.

Hey!

In the dusty flying, Fang Yuan’s figure flew out, and it fell steadily on the ground, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood red.

"Your inner interest... there is physical strength, how can it be so tyrannical?"

Song Zhong stood in the same place, full of incomprehensible colors, and laughed again: "Unfortunately... no matter how tyrannical, and can never catch up with the gap of the ranks... cough..."

He said half of it, the purple-black blood was mad.

"If it is a normal six-level master, I naturally have to look at the wind and escape... Just an old dog, how long can your body support?"

Fang Yuan shook his palm joints and made a crackling sound.

He also heard the name of the dead Dan, he could only treat one injury and maintain the peak state. However, the injury of Elder Li, even the attack of Lin Leiyue and others before, was not worthless.

"Old... old dog?!"

In the Song Dynasty, it was sluggish, and even Lin Leiyue was full of eyes.

"You... little devil, you are dead!"

In the Song Dynasty, the seven-year-old smoke, as a pamper, the hero of the seven martial arts, when was he so humiliated?

Even before being expelled from the sect, it is a different word, and the blood splashes five steps.

But this little devil, actually dare to humiliate him in person?

Even though Lin Leiyue is unbelievable, he gives birth to the illusion that the world has changed dramatically.

"Haha... old dog, who is born and who is dead, not necessarily!"

Fang Yuanhao laughed and went to the front to storm, and did not give Song Zhong a chance to reply: "Look at my eagle claw combo!"

At this time, Song Zhong is close to the end of the hustle and bustle, but the bottom of the scorpion is still there. If he is given a little time to adjust his interest rate, no one on his side will be the opponent of the internal force.

So the only secret of battle is the stalker!

In this regard, Fang Yuan’s confidence is very good!

After all, he has nearly twice as many elements as ordinary people, and he represents extremely powerful recovery and endurance.

The addition of the fifth layer of black sand palm and eagle claw iron cloth is also enough to flatten the gap for him.

Hey!

The claw wind broke open and the heart broke.

"Impossible, how do you get back so fast?"

Song Zhong’s face was a bit strange, and he bit his teeth: “Want to waste the old man?”

His face was originally red and bloody, but at this time it was really overflowing from the pores of blood: "The blood demon disintegrates, the soul is burning!"

This is the secret method of pressing the bottom of the box. It can suppress the injury and the last strength of the valley. Before it was used to kill the elder Li, it has been used once. This time, it will be displayed again, and the burden will be heavier. Even the body will become a broken sack. general.

"Dead! Magic hand - blood palm!"

Song Zhongyi suddenly stepped forward, the right hand pores oozing blood, turned into a bright red palm print, and the eagle claw hand collided.

boom!

Another loud noise, Fang Yuan flew out, his face changed, spit out a big mouthful of blood: "Happy!"

His scorpion is hot, and he is full again: "Come on!"

"This kid... is it a madman?!"

I have to say that this kind of unwilling play makes Song Zhong a little scared.

Hey!

At this time, the outside world voices came one after another, and even more with the sound of clothes and smashing, apparently there are masters coming at full speed.

In the Song Dynasty, the face changed, and he turned and walked away, hiding in the dense jungle.

In today's situation, it is impossible for him to kill the pair of "traitor **", only to crouch and wait for an opportunity.

Anyway, within seven days, there must be opportunities, especially in front of this boy, very difficult to entangle, do not recover a few points, it is not much to grasp.

"Where to go!"

Seeing Song Zhong to run, Fang Yuan shouted, regardless of the exclamation of the rear, immediately chased the past.

How could he let the other party run away?

Even if you know the characteristics of ‘dead Dan’, the world is too big to protect. There will be no adventures in Song Dynasty. If you don’t see him in front of you, Fang Yuan will not be assured.

And is there a better chance than now?

At this time, the opponent's combat power has undoubtedly reached a low point. Even a five-level self has not been able to take it immediately, but it is an excellent time to kill.

If you miss it, you won't have it anymore.

Whizzing!

In the middle of the mountain, the two of them were in tandem and did not know how far they ran.

"This old ghost is really long-lived. I don't know if it is the merit of the drug."

Seeing that the distance was not close, but the farther and farther away, Fang Yuan’s heart was speechless.

"Old dog, don't want to know how your baby son died?"

He looked around and his eyes turned and he shouted.

"what?"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Song, who was still rushing, suddenly seemed to be calmed down by the Thunder, slowly turned around, and the sharp nephew stared at Fang Yuan: "What do you know? Tell me!"

At this time, there is still a long way to go from the big army. Even if it is delayed for a little time, it is enough to escape. It is a real murder, and Song Zhong immediately made a decision.

"Who killed the puppy...hehe..."

Song Zhongyi stopped, Fang Yuan's footsteps were not slow, directly catching up, hands into talons, slamming down: "You go down and ask your son, not all clear!"

"Right!"

Song Zhong looked cold: "I thought I couldn't kill you?!"

He palms up and his palms are slightly sunken, with a strong force.

Hey!

The fists were handed over, but the face in Song was suddenly changed: "No... you..."

After he retired, he looked at his own hands and saw that there were several clear blood holes in his palm, and the black blood was flowing out.

"You use poison... No... This is poison... Black sand palm... It turned out to be you!"

His eyes were red and bloody, and he flew down. He couldn’t support it until halfway, and fell to the ground.

"I hate it! I hate it!"

Song Zhong squatted, looking at the palm of the black air, and looking at Fang Yuan, his eyes simply could not wait to peel him directly.

If you know that the enemy is in front of you, there is still so much scruples before Song Dynasty, even if you want to go all the way to pull Fang Yuan on the road.

But at this time, it was a curse, and there was no counterattack.

"You have to take the dead for seven days, and you have used the secret method many times. The whole body has long been abolished... At this time, under my black sand palm, there is no way to live. Next year is today. Your sacrifice day!"

Fang Yuan’s look was cold, and he found a piece of 阎王帖, and he took it for himself.

This Song is not a master of the three dangers. He has just hidden the black sand palm in the talons, even if he hurts him, but he is also countered by the internal force of the other side, and the poison of the modified bead snake is reversed, harming others.

However, he has the detoxification medicine of Wang Wangtie, and naturally there are no taboos.

This Song did not have such good luck.

"Also ask the father to go on the road!"

When Fang Yuan came forward, he looked at Song Zhong, who couldn’t speak, and his voice was indifferent: "I am also very helpless... Song Yujie has sent his men three times and four times to be embarrassed with me. I don’t fight back, is it obedient? dead?"

"As for the old man of Song, you are also a great disaster for me. You can't let you stay in the world for one more day!"

Although the death of Dan, although the effect is different, but it is not without a solution, such as the legendary several kinds of spirits and gods, can completely preserve the life of the Song.

Fang Yuan naturally does not want to have more branches, even if this hope reaches the extreme, and is not willing to leave hidden dangers.

"Also ask the father to go on the road, remember the next life, don't come to me!"

Fang Yuan nodded and his right hand swayed down.

puff!

Blood flower splash.

......

Outside the forest, the hurried footsteps sounded one after another.

"There are footprints, there!"

"The old thief in the Song Dynasty is in front, he can't run!"

Surrounded by a group of warriors, the first one was Lin Leiyue and the two sects.

"Lie Yue, is your friend single-handedly chasing Song?"

A female guardian shook his head: "Hey...what is the unwiseness of this move? The old thief is sly and sinister, partial and martial, and is afraid that he has already been poisoned?"

"Fang Yuan...he won't!"

Xiaoqing said aside, everyone who has seen Fang Yuan and Song Zhong will have more confidence in him.

"Hey... Song Zhong is a master of the inner family. I don’t understand the internal forces. The ordinary inner realm is basically broken at one touch... but the greed is not enough, it is more than enough to die..."

Another guardian snorted and saw Lin Lei look over and suddenly said that he could not go on.

"Hey? Someone!"

The striker’s footsteps stopped, watching a teenager’s figure slowly coming out of the jungle, not who is Fang Yuan?

"Fang Da Ge!"

Xiaoqing surprises: "What about the old thief in the Song?"

"it's here!"

Fang Yuan raised his right hand, and Song Zhongyu’s first level suddenly emerged, attracting a speculative look.

"This old thief has already given the first prize?"

The two guards are blind and unbelievable.