Martial God

The weather is really cold, as if it were to be frozen.

In this endless black fog, the longer you stay, the more intense the coldness seems to be.

This is a feeling of being oppressed by the sullen gas. As long as it is human, it cannot survive for a long time under such circumstances.

And this s1, He Yiming is standing in a certain place in the thick fog.

He took a long sigh of relief, letting the cold cold spread into every corner of the body, and then slowly absorbed by Dantian.

Slowly raised the battle, he carefully looked at the magical and strange special weapons in his hand.

Fork swords, only the special weapons that can be allowed to reach the first-line level in Huangquanmen.

This is the authoritative symbol of Huang Quanmen. From the ancestors of Huangquan, the white ancestors, and the establishment of Huangquanmen in one hand, there is no other force to dare to use similar weapons.

This special-marked weapon has become a weapon of the gods that no one dares to imitate in the entire East.

However, for He Yiming from the northwest, he simply did not know what kind of lofty position Huang Quanmen had in the Dashen territory, so he did not hesitate to make this when he wanted to hide his identity. best choice.

Suddenly, the tracker on the chest turned slightly, and only He Yiming, who had been hanging on the meat, could distinguish the slight vibration of the slightest to the extreme.

The muscles on his chest squirmed miraculously, and the tracker was pushed out of his chest and came to his ear. He quietly listened to the slight sound coming out of the thing.

His body finally moved, like a jungle cheetah, quickly disappearing into the night.

His body was covered with a thick layer of black, as if it were an elf under the night sky, moving quietly.

The spirit of He Yiming has been brought to the extreme, and he faintly feels that he seems to have merged with this piece of black mist.

And when he came up with this idea, his body naturally began to completely blend into the dark fog.

The masters who came to the Ghost Cry Ridge, although they used the abundant and unimaginable spirit of the dark mist to attack the foot or the realm of the Sayādaw, but they are far from the whole black mist.

If there is a choice, they would rather like the Qilian double devils, looking for a similar opponent to fight, not willing to enter this dangerous place.

But He Yiming is different. When his Dantian began to accept the black fog here, the energy here was assimilated by his Dantian.

Like the old ice jade bottle, it is like the numbness of the old stone king, like the distortion of blood and coagulation. Once this magical power enters He Yiming's body, it can be dissolved by his dantian and turned into its own use.

So at this moment, he was able to integrate himself into the dark fog.

At this moment, he suddenly developed a feeling that he was black fog, and the black set was him.

Suddenly, a shrill, screaming scream came, and He Yiming, who entered a subtle state, suddenly woke up.

He shook his head and regretted sighing. It was not an easy task to get into a state similar to epiphany. Even if he was, he could not enter it as he wished.

However, fortunately, he still remembers his goal at the moment. After hearing the violent voice, He Yiming immediately knew that he was close to his destination.

The movements of the hands and feet suddenly slowed down a lot, and the dark fog around him even came to him slowly, making his side look like a black hole.

Slowly, with him as the center, the dark fog nearby is more and more concentrated, and gradually spread.

This degree is still relatively slow at first, but when a certain scale is formed, the change begins to become obvious and quick.

In the black fog ahead, there was a roar of the madman's desperate moments. In such a huge roar, the voice of Hao Xue and others was faintly sounded.

"Hao brother, the fog here seems to be more intense." Fang Hao's voice screamed in a hurry, and with a hint of impatience.

There are also about twenty days to enter this place. Even if he is, he can feel the martial arts at any time and place. The holy king will make the sacred king to kill the gods and the gods, and the throne will seek the devil. The nine heavens will be the strongest to abandon the big Zhou and the royal family will kill the gods. India's throne seeks magic and pride the world's most powerful abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty martial arts 乾 将 将 将 将 夜 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神The strongest abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty to a kind of almost suffocating pressure.

The good sounds of the crowns were not so good. He snorted and said: "Half an hour is almost the same, and the coagulation beads should be condensed."

The sound of stagnation of the blood stunned, perhaps because of the relationship between the special exercises, and among them three, he can only guarantee complete calm.

"No, you still remember how we failed last time. It was because the time spent fighting was too short to allow him to mobilize most of the potential, so he could not produce coagulation beads. So this time must be steady, Don't be serious again."

Fang and Zhu are no longer talking. There is a fierce sound of sound in the space. If you can't kill the crazy person, you want to constantly knock him down and hurt him. A fixed place, this is not an easy task, but the three of them can't do anything. If you don't wait for this person to be trapped at a fixed point, then once there is another squeak, these crazy people will not Hesitant to abandon them. They have already suffered two times and will never pay for it.

Only in this way, the pressure on everyone will suddenly increase. If each of them has such a strong strength, it will certainly not last long.

After another tea, the stagnation finally said: "Fang brother, you can start."

Fang Wei’s long response should be a relief from his voice. Then, his body shape emblem shook and suddenly became illusory. This kind of body is different and unpredictable, let alone face a crazy person, even if it is facing He Yiming, he will definitely feel dizzy.

In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the man, blowing his mouth against the flute.

A fierce needle-shaped instinct rushed out from the other side of the flute, and suddenly pierced the man's eyebrows.

The man swayed a few times and suddenly fell softly.

Fang Xin’s heart was completely loosened. However, in this s, 1, a gloomy gas suddenly filled, and all the hair on his back was squatted.

The strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, and I felt a chilling feeling in my body.

Although he was born in the big family of the mainland, he has been through many battles and reacted quickly.

He waved a handful of jade flutes without thinking, and it seemed that something was smashing. But the deadly crisis has not disappeared, but it has become more intense.

Fang Hao’s body rushed to the side between the electric Flint. He has already swept his own singular body to the limit, and exclaimed in his mouth: “Someone...” in this s, 1 He can only take care of his own life. As for the crazy person who has died, he has no time to take care of it.

There seems to be a black mang in the dark fog, and a slender and strange sword stabbed the past.

The shock in He Yiming’s heart is not under the square.

He first condensed the fog and concealed his own line with the greatest possibility.

Fortunately, the attention of the three of them is concentrated on the crazy people, otherwise even if it is He Yiming, it is not easy to deceive into this place.

Fang Hao kills the number in one fell swoop - that person, it is the most relaxed time of the whole body, Yu He Yiming chose this moment to start.

He opened the road with an original blood needle that was integrated into the ice and paralysis forces, followed by a fork sword.

This series of two attacks is already the limit that he can do when disguising his identity. Fang Fang’s reaction is far beyond his expectation. The seemingly random wave, the jade flute is a ghostly The blood needle was blocked, and his identity was equally awesome. After the sneak attack on He Yiming, he still had a feeling of being difficult to pursue.

At this point, He Yiming’s deliberate assassination was completely defeated.

However, his reaction was not slow, and he did not hit a single shot. Immediately after his body was swaying, his body was shaken to the palm of his hand.

Almost at the same time, He Yiming’s feet were slightly forced to retreat toward the rear with a quicker body.

The sullen blood and the good roar of the crowns rang at the same time. The three of them couldn’t think of it. Behind them, they would still hide a level master who could not be perceived by them.

The two huge infuriating moments broke through the air and chased away in the direction of He Yiming's retreat.

Followed by is the square that has already passed the gas.

The faces of the three of them were all a bit more sly. At this moment, they absolutely worked together and wanted to kill the unknown master on the spot.

After all, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ what they did this time, they must not reveal any points, otherwise they will wait for the three of them to end, holding the meeting is extremely miserable.

He Yiming’s body suddenly stopped, and he was hidden in the dark fog. It seemed to be a thick fog, and he never saw the trail again.

Hao Xue’s eyes are condensed and exclaimed: “The blind eye method”

He Yiming’s heart is in the heart. In the voice of the other party, not only is the feeling of surprise and fear, but it is a joy of joy.

This kind of cry from the heart is absolutely unsatisfactory. He Yiming’s mind flashed a thought in an instant. His hands kept on, and the forked sword that had been recovered suddenly stabbed out.

A crisp sound suddenly sounded from the void.

"Fork Sword Assassin?" Waving the crown of this sword is also a whisper, in his voice, there is also an easy tone that can not be said.

The sound of stagnation of blood suddenly rang: "You please stop, everyone is their own."