Control The World

Fang Yingcai never dreamed that he would eventually die in the hands of his elder brother.

Before life and death, the brothers died. A group of new disciples of Tianmeng all widened their eyes, and even Ruan Yue's Liu Mei frowned slightly.

Fang Jue's method was so cruel.

Fang Yingcai was frightened and babbled, but inadvertently offended Fang Jue and was brutally beheaded.

"Three princes?" Ning Wufeng's pupils shrunk slightly. In this way, the messenger behind all this is Zhao Wuji!

The death of Ye Qiu!

Qimen hunts down!

The death of Liu Wenchuan!

The Encirclement of Qianshigu!

Behind all this, Zhao Wou-ki was instructing! In order to pull out all opposition, Zhao Wuji even hesitated to kill the innocent new disciples of Tianmeng.

"Innocent? Haha." Fang Jue laughed sternly. "All those who prevent the three princes from becoming a major event, all **** it!"

He seemed to be crazy and growled loudly.

This hysterical look, where is the spirit of the half-court leader?

Ning Wufeng's pupils froze slightly, and Li yelled, "This group of people are all the people of his Zhao family, dedicated to the Zhao dynasty. Is this what Zao Wou-ki gives them?

Ning Wufeng pointed at the wreckage of this place and angered the crown.

"Enshrine the Zhao dynasty?" Fang Jue smiled coldly. "It must be that the king wants to die, and the minister has to die!"

"This group of pariahs sacrifices themselves and completes the glory of the Zhao family, wouldn't they be more loyal!" He laughed.

The new disciples in the Tianmeng League did not understand these things, and looked at Fang Jue with a look of surprise. Today, the dignified Wenmeng League leader surprised them a lot.

"Crazy!" Ruan Yue could not help shouting.

For the sake of selfish desire, the lives of hundreds of millions of people will be buried!

Ning Wufeng frowned and sneered: "A good one is loyal. So billions of people are regarded as stepping stones by you. Don't forget such loyalty!"

His tone suddenly sharpened, his eyes staring at Fangjue.

"Bold!" Fang Jue screamed sternly, "Smelly boy, you dare to despise the Zhao family and seek death!"

He had red eyes and glared at Ning Wufeng.

A strong wind was swirling around, intertwined with sand and stones, hovering around him, and a tornado was rolled up.

The sand and rocks were violent, and howling to kill Xiangning was windless.

"Infatuated!"

Ning Wufeng snorted coldly, caught in the volley, and Jin Lei interweaved in the sky. The sky became red-gold because of his emotions.

The lightsabers intersect, thousands of lightsabers pierce through the tornado and hit Fangjue's body.

With a bang, he slammed heavily on the ground, spitting against the blood.

"Yes ... Ling Zhen!" Fang Jue's face changed drastically, and he stood up from the ground, he suddenly understood why Ning Wu Feng could mobilize the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

It turned out to be a spirit array!

Ning Wufeng's mouth slightly rose, and he smiled, "Yes, you have a little knowledge."

Ruan Yue and others were overflowing with dazzling lights in their eyes, and said, "Master, you are actually a spiritual array master, and have concealed us for a long time."

Ning Wufeng smiled and said, "Isn't this where the spiritual array is not used?"

Fang Jue's face was a bluish-purple color, and blood and water splashed on her robes. He growled sternly: "Ning Wufeng, do you think you can chop me off with the help of a spiritual array?"

"dream!"

Fang Jue stopped drinking. He had previously told Ning Wufeng and others so many secrets to delay time.

As soon as the drink fell, a strong white light stirred in his body. Eight auras appeared on the surface of the body.

"Not good, Fang Jue is about to break through!" Ruan Yueqiao's face changed, and she hurriedly said, "Master, stop him soon."

Fang Jue is a monk from Eight Spirits. Once he breaks through to the purple lake, he is a high-ranking monk in purple lake, with great strength.

Originally thought that Fang Jue would not be so anxious to break through, after all, he still hopes to impact Jiu Ling Jiu.

I saw the body of the hero in front of him bursting open, his blood flying. Countless runes overflowed from the blood and dazzled.

"Blood Sacrifice! Help me break through!"

Fang Jue laughed sternly and opened his hands. The runes poured into him frantically, and his whole body became blood red.

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly. It turned out that Fang Jue's murder of Fang Yingcai was to pave the way for his breakthrough.

Ruan Yue and others looked at his violent momentum, and their faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly said, "Master, stop him!"

"Today, let him be loyal once!" Ning said leisurely, watching Fang Jue's figure dance in the air with a smile.

When I saw it in the air, Fang Jue smiled and shouted, "I just want to stop me! You dream!"

"This boy stepped on the head of the corpse, the blood and the sea. To this day, the governing Bundesliga has become the left and right arm of the three princes. How can you be a humble man like you?"

Suddenly, he was full of aura of light, arousing a strong spirit, mixed with blood. Makes the whole man look even more amazing.

Under the ground, all Qimen killers looked at Fangjue with horror.

Fang Jue volleyed with a finger, and with a slam, the head of a killer burst open, and the strong blood flew into the sky and sank into him.

With such weird and overbearing methods, the killers who licked their blood on their blades changed their faces.

"It's you who ruined the boy's hope!" Fang Jue's face continued to change overcast and sunny, the momentum violently pulsating, scarlet eyes stared at Ning Wufeng.

Replenished with the strength of Qi and Blood, his momentum became stronger and stronger, the rocks were shaken by the wind that rolled up, and scattered to the ground.

Ning Wufeng had a faint smile on his face, watching Fang Jue break, and asked, "I ask you, how did you kill Ye Qiu."

Fang Jue first saw that Ning Wufeng relied so much on the spirit array, and thought that he didn't stop his breakthrough, and he was overjoyed.

Right now the blood spirit sacrifice has been formed, and the more blood and blood he absorbs, the stronger it becomes.

In order to delay Ning Wufeng, he immediately said: "Huh, what do you mean by that waste? If you find a beautiful killer, you can kill him. Why do you want to move the crowd!"

Ning Wufeng and his thoughts were careful.

Ning Wufeng relied on Qipin to kill the **** array, and even the monk could kill him, and Fang Jue could find out what kind of moths were in his hands.

Therefore, he wanted to take the opportunity to learn more about Imperial League from Fang Jue's mouth, and by the way washed away the suspects of Tianmeng.

"Beauty killer?" Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly. "Are Qimen?"

Fang Jue snorted, the meaning was self-evident.

"How many forces have been infiltrated by you in the Nine Leagues of the Imperial Academy?" Ning Wufeng asked for a moment while thinking.

"The three princes are so powerful that you can imagine them. The Imperial Academy is already the world of the three princes, and you have to take them away." Fang Jue said coldly.

He pointed at random, and the remaining Qimen killers died in his hands.

Blood light poured into his body, and Fang Jue's eyes became blood red.

Ning Wufeng touched his chin and said, "Okay, that's it. For other things, I will ask Zao Wou-ki."

"You can now be loyal to your three princes." He smiled slightly.

With a bang, Fang Jue's momentum suddenly exploded.

Eight tricks come together and a purple lake is formed!

As soon as he waved his hand, his spiritual power was stirred, and blood was flowing in it. A flat hill in Qianshigu was razed to the ground.

High-ranking Monk in Purple Lake!

Such strength!

The faces of everyone changed together.

Fang Jue laughed and yelled sternly: "Smell boy, you are too self-righteous. This boy will crush you into corpses and cut all of you into minced meat!"

Spiritual power surged, and momentum roared.

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, Qipin Slaying God Faction even the monks in the realm of spirit had to avoid their sharpness, what kind of waves could the senior monk in the purple lake turn out!

He caught a volley, and numerous lightsabers burst out and shot at Fangjue.

Fang Jue Li drank, white light appeared in his hand, and Wen Meng Ling Jue "Tian Shu Lu" Shi unfolded.

"Kill one person in ten steps.

The blood and spiritual power in his hands were intertwined, and the thick and vigorous Ran swept out, which was incompatible with his temperament at this time, but the power was extremely great.

Hao Ran's righteousness turned into a violent sword-sword assassin, a little bit of cold light, and a shadow floating. Dozens of assassins killed Xiang Ning without wind.

Each assassin's figure exuded an extremely powerful breath, not inferior to a master in the purple lake realm.

Sword light and spirit came, howling.

"Be careful!" Ruan Yuejiao exclaimed.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of sword shadows had surrounded Ning Wufeng.

Ning Wufeng laughed.

"This is your cultivation in the Purple Lake Realm!"

Between words, the Yuanshen ditched the Qipin Slaying God array, the light was violent, the spiritual power turned into a mighty lightsaber, and howled.

Brushing the ground countless lightsabers fell like rain, and wiped away the sword-sword assassins around him.

Fang Jue laughed sternly, and Volley wrote a poem. Under the white light, the characters formed by the spiritual power exude an extremely dazzling light.

"Under the saints are ants!"

The momentum was extremely overbearing, and Fang Jue's body was shining with dazzling light. It seemed that he was the only saint in the heavens and the earth, and looked down on everyone.

The powerful momentum is captivating.

Between the opening and closing of his mouth, Jinlian's tongue fluttered, and Jinguang burst out. "Ning windless, die!"

Countless words of golden light, suddenly rushed to Ning Wufeng crowd. The sky is golden and the momentum is particularly strong.

Wherever the gold word goes, the mountains are broken and the power is extremely overbearing.

This kind of golden blooming momentum, Ning Wufeng instantly felt like a cloud of mist spread out in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Nine turns to Ming Wang Jue, build the foundation of the spirit!

The golden light bloomed in his mind, but Fang Jue's move "Under the Saint" therefore touched the secret hidden by Jiu Zhuanming Wang Jue.

Ning Wufeng was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to care in the slightest between life and death.

"Haha, Fangjue, if you only have this strength, then it's over!" Ning Wufeng laughed loudly.

He grabbed them in the air with his hands, and poured the power of Qipin Slaying God, the spirit pulse. Spiritual power turns into a volley sword, descends from the sky, and kills Fangjue.

The giant sword is invincible.

Fang Jue's face was terrified, the purple lake surged with dazzling light, and the volley shot at the giant sword.

With a loud bang, a huge pothole appeared in the position of Fang Jue. Cooing water came out of the ground.

Fang Jue, there is no place to die!