Heavenly Star

."emperor!"

"Father of the Emperor!"

The wind and the guardian beside him were shocked and lifted him up in a hurry. The wind hates the voice: "Father, you can rest assured that Ye Wuchen has the ability to pass the sky, and tonight is absolutely... the wings are difficult to fly!"

"Oh...hehe...hahahaha..." The wind and the body were soft and screamed: "How can he die, he is dead, can the **** of war of my wind come back... Fengshen San Lao can come back Are they four of them, but they are all enemies of thousands of horses... but they are all destroyed by him, and he was destroyed by one person... Twenty years ago, Ye Jiarang was so victorious, twenty years later, today, A junior of Ye’s family actually ruined the wind home to the point of the day... Ye Jia, is it really a nemesis?”

"Father of the Emperor..." Feng Ling opened his mouth and wanted to say something comforting, but he did not say it. This blow is too big for his family, and it is too big for anyone to bear. From small to large, the wind has always been majestic in front of him, and he is not shocked. The waves are big and small, and he has never seen him panic, and he is respectful and fearful. Today, the big marriage was destroyed, and I watched Ye Wuchen being taken away. The first time he was hijacked in his life, this is already a shameful shame. However, everything is just beginning, just now, the wind is in the air. His face was brutally killed, the wind was dying, the wind was dying...

A catastrophic blow, how can he bear it! ?

Ye Wuchen went south from the position of the royal study room, and the dense knife and arrow arrows still could not keep his footsteps. When he arrived at the entrance of the palace, he was already blood-stained, and the snow and hair of the snow skirt Still white as ever, no **** contamination. Because of her body surface, there is a protective barrier built by Ye Wuchen with half the force.

"Get out all!!"

He was violent, his body was vertical, and he leaped high with all his strength. He threw himself at the gate of the gate that had been filled with the guards. When his figure fell, his right hand had already been thrown out. The star sword crossed a golden color. The fire, the devastating power rushed out, and under the power of more than two hundred guards under the violent force, like the top of Mount Tai, lying on the ground, being squeezed beyond recognition, even the swords in their hands It is deformed by pressure.

"Boom", there are some years of palace gates crashing, burying those who have died.

"Hey!" Ye Wuchen finally fell to the ground, and the Xing Xing sword was deeply inserted into the cracked ground. The ground trembled a little. There was no one around who could stand, and the bodyguards behind him were all stunned. The whole body trembled and did not dare to move forward. The terrible death phase will easily defeat their psychological defense.

"Snow...we...can go out..."

He said softly, stood up, his eyes dizzy. Today is the first day of his murder. Looking at the blood of the corpse of the earth, his eyes turned out to be surprisingly dull. As if, he should have been like this, it should have been the blood of the devil.

He finally stepped out of the palace gate and ran forward with tearing pain. But in front of us, it is not a city where people come and go, but a person who is all-in-one.

The road ahead was completely blocked, and it was neatly covered with city guards dressed in bronze armor and armed with sword shields. Looking from afar, the extremes of sight are still the people of all colors, people do not doubt that this team has a hundred feet long, the width of Baizhang...

Only for him.

Ye Wuchen will be straight and tall, head high and head towards this huge team that has been waiting for him for a long time. Behind him, the guard team also quickly rushed out and rolled over to him.

"The emperor, Ye Wuchen has fled outside the palace, and now surrounded by the West City Army led by General Yue, it is difficult to fly."

The fierce wind and fierceness suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Build the highest watchtower in the palace right away! You must watch him die in person!"

If he can't see his death in person, he will have trouble sleeping in his life.

A gazebo began to be set up quickly, reaching a height of tens of meters. Above, I have set up some of the best magic telescopes in the mainland.

When Yue Yudong received an order to dispatch a city guard to encircle a person, he shouted ridiculously, but when he heard that the person killed the wind, he was shocked for a long time, and then rushed out without saying a word. The fastest speed will surround the palace gate.

The large-scale deployment of troops will inevitably alarm the entire Tianfeng City. For a time, everyone will be in danger and will not be able to close the door. It is guessing what happened. There are almost no pedestrians on the street. The sky has not completely gone, and in the sky, there has been a crooked and clean moon.

Seeing a petite little girl, holding a giant sword of fire, like a teenager who just came out of the blood pool, Yue Yudong could not believe his eyes, the tremor in his heart, could not be described. Those city guards who are waiting for the same are equally shocked and unable to do it themselves.

It is he who killed the **** of war! ?

Where is he sacred!

For a time, this huge team was silent, and after a hundred battles, Yue Yidong, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, has not issued instructions for a long time.

Behind him, the guard team was finally close, and the knife was close to the body. Ye Wuchen’s eyes flashed a scarlet blood. His blood-stained body draws a red afterimage and greets the huge team in front of him.

He used his fastest speed, and even the wind and the gods were too late to react to the terrible speed.

哧哧哧——

**The sounds that are split are overlapping, and the horror is heart-rending. At this time, Ye Wuchen is like a blood-colored drill bit, so that they can't accept the speed, and the smashing into the team, quickly piercing in the blood...

The speed of his hand was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly. The fire in front of him fluttered in the sky with blood and tears. In the ear, the armored armor and the stump of the minced meat, which were chopped by the scorpion sword, flew uninterruptedly. In front of him, he could only see a glimpse of the singer’s sword. He simply closed his eyes and turned the speed. Promote to the extreme, increase the power to the extreme, and increase the speed of the sword to the extreme...

The large and uniform team is suddenly chaotic, but Ye Wuchen is like a **** meteor. Everyone who died under his sword will only see a glimmer of fire at the last moment of his life. Occasionally, a few people who pull out their weapons in front of their bodies will be crushed by the savage air.

Before the army was dispatched, it was only one person. Before that, I wondered how many people would regard this military movement as a joke and come with a hearty attitude. But I did not expect that they are not facing a person... but a terrible demon who is desperate for life. Between those short mistakes, they have been attacked... a team of tens of thousands of people, attacked by one person.

Destroy the devastating ruthlessness, such as the offensive of the bamboo, the fierce puncture, the **** flying dance makes them heartbreaking, plus the mourning of the desperate despair before the death. There are crowds behind you, no matter whether you want to rush to the past or want to avoid the escape, there is no way to go. And when he was close, the horrible speed and the horrifying momentum made them have no chance to attack, and they would only be part of his blood.

When Feng Li and Feng Ling stood on the observation deck and picked up the magic telescope, outside the Miyagi, the huge team had been cut straight into the halves by a scarlet blood line from the center, and the blood was cut. The **** figure dragged the blood and quickly fled, and the figure quickly fell into the night that began to fall.

The telescope in the hands of Feng Lie and Feng Ling fell to the ground at the same time, wide-eyed and speechless for a long time.

A true peerless master will not be afraid of a thousand troops, because not to mention that it is a military, even if it is a hundred million army, when attacking a person, at most only a few or a dozen people can attack him. Others People can only stand beside soy sauce. Therefore, as long as the team is cut off at the fastest speed before exhausting, Wanma Qianjun can not sleep a peerless master.

Therefore, the number of people who step on the gods of the wind and the sun can be said to be no threat to them. If he wants to go, the million soldiers and horses don't want to keep him.

And of course, one of the most important factors is speed - the speed of movement and the speed of shots. If the speed of the movement can't exceed the speed of the team's movement, then you can't get rid of the entanglement of the team. It has been dragged to death and die. If the shot speed is not fast enough, you can't quickly clear the enemy in front of the fast move. Then, the opponent's attack. It will fall on the body. In addition, if there is a person with the same strength to contain it, then it will inevitably be submerged in the army and escape hopeless.

From beginning to end, Yue Haodong did not have a command. Ye Wuchen only took a few tens of seconds to get rid of the encirclement of the army of thousands of people, turning this huge team that came to encircle one person into a ridiculous joke. .

He lost to the middle of the team, a **** road from the front of the team, straight and neatly connected to the last side of the team...

"Quickly chase!" He violently roused and awakened countless stunned city guards. The huge team immediately turned around and moved in the direction of Ye Wuchen's departure. The footsteps are not neat when they come, and they become as chaotic as their heartbeats.

The sprint of the spurt just now is the only way for Ye Wuchen to break away. If there is a slight pause in the middle, it will be drowned by the sea. He ran without life, his vision blurred and blurred until it became dark. Finally, he slammed into a wall, because the speed was too fast, the wall swayed violently, and the danger fell, and Ye Wuchen was bounced out and fell to the ground.

"Cough..." There was a constant flow of liquid from his mouth, and he couldn’t count how many times he was. He hurriedly raised his body with his hands, sat up and held the snow, and asked weakly: "Snow, did you hurt you?"

Cher raised his face and shook his head hard. The whole face had been smothered by tears. Ye Wuchen was blood-stained, and she did not suffer a trace of damage, and did not feel a pain. She knows why this is. She also knows that if Ye Wuchen left her, she could already escape, but for her, he distracted and dispersed, and even one arm was available.

However, she will not ask for him to let go of her own, because she knows that he will not, but will be very angry. If she is him, she will not.

"That's good." Ye Wuchen smiled gratifiedly, panting a few mouthfuls of gas, calming down, and recovering his wounds with residual strength. In addition to the wind and the sun, the body's apparently few knives were not hurt by others. The internal injuries were extremely heavy. Under the puncture of the full force, it was aggravated and the strength was fast. Consumption. Just in the midst of severe pain, his consciousness has begun to collapse, and the final escape is entirely a fight that has always been raised without a release. At this point, his breath was exhausted, and he almost collapsed.

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