Chapter 1163, Persecution
A word awakens the dreamer.
The man with white hair and white wins in the snow is actually a legend of the Nangong family. Nangong is sad. Love is holy.
A saint, holy fairy.
Becoming a "sacred" character, superbly sanctified.
Fang Han looks calm and calm, facing the saints, he is also indifferent, showing the calmness of the sky and the face is not changed, which makes the imaginary cloud and others are envious.
Whether it is the Tao Xuzi, Chen Yimei is too elder, or imaginary cloud himself feels a heart falling into the ice hole. They already know the grievances between Fang Han and the Nangong family, and even charge the other's best-selling sorcerer's heart, the sinister arrow, and the Nangong family will never give up.
But never thought that the other saint appeared.
The true master of the sacred level will generally not appear to deal with ordinary disciples. Even if it is the ancestors, it is not worthy of the sacred fairy to deal with.
The reason why every holy sage is called holy is because of the way of saints and mutual restraint. In the case of a saint in the Feuding Gate, another saint has to have all the scruples and will not go to the trouble of finding a junior disciple.
Between the saints, there is a sense of conscience. In the end, the battle between Fang Han and Nan Gonghong is a struggle between the disciples for the saints. The two children fight, and the adults go straight to the hands and lose face.
In such a situation, the saints of the Feather Gate will never sit back and ignore. As long as the Tao Xuzi launches some of the voice charms on the body, the high-level antiques of the Yuhuamen will know.
"Dao Xu brother, and slowly start, listen to what the love saint said." Fang Han saw that the Tao Shengzi will crush the urgent letter, and report the situation to some old antiques of the feather door, so he waved his hand and stopped him. .
"Love Saint, you came to me this time, not for the sake of letting Nangong Acer go for three days and three nights? If it is this small thing, it will lower your identity too much."
Fang Han faced a thousand miles away, and the "love" standing on the mountain peak, talking indiscriminately, there was no tension on his face.
No one can face the saints so calm, but Fang Han has done it, especially the saints who have hatred.
"My sad bow, the endless arrow? At this time, you should come back." Love St. Nangong sadly saw Fang Han calmly, talking and talking, his eyes could not help but sparkle a strange luster.
It’s amazing.
He wins the snow in white, standing in the splendid mountains and rivers of the misty rain, like the figures walking in the painting.
Although there is no momentum, the power broke out, but the Tao Xuzi, Chen Yimei, and the virtual cloud have an impulse to kneel down.
This is the sage of the real price, unparalleled, no one can compete.
"I have refining. Otherwise, I will not be promoted to the realm of my ancestors so soon." In the face of a sacred sacred sage, the ancient sages will want to reclaim their own treasures. Fang Han is directly telling the truth, he is now It is true that this sad bow can not be delivered, and the arrow of the sorrow comes out: "Love the predecessor, you are a saint, you should be Wang Pinxian, a unique piece of fairyware, and actually let you come to me automatically?"
"Good courage!"
Love St. Nangong sadly said: "Your strength is strong, but in my eyes, it is still not enough to see. I dare to talk to me like this? Is it really not afraid of death? I thought I couldn't kill it?"
"You want to kill me?" Fang Han smiled. "As early as when I refining my heart and bowing my heart, I should kill me directly from the air. I still get it now? Your spirit is branded in Among them, if I move the brand of Yuan Ling, it means that it is directly provoked to you. I don’t know why you can tolerate it?"
In this sentence, Fang Han said the idea.
"Love St." Nangong sad when he came, silent, and Fang Han drinking, seemingly no hostility, but Fang Han knows that this person is definitely not a good class. Nor is it to find someone to drink.
To be honest, in his own capacity, it is impossible to alarm the saints and to talk to himself and drink alcohol.
A master of the sacred level, too lazy to say to himself. Offended him to shoot at random, you can kill a few large states.
The other side is scolding the "chaos of heaven."
At that time, when Fang Han was collecting the "sadness bow" and "the sinful arrow", the spirit of the sacred sacred spirit was among them. He had just to fight against it, and the chaos of the heavenly king would come violently, killing the spirit, so that he really mastered this piece. baby.
For such a thing, the sadness of the St. Nangong is definitely very clear.
"Behind you, there is a big man shelter!" Nangong sad eyes, "and you are not ignorant."
"Do you want to see the predecessor behind me?" Fang Han said directly: "Unfortunately, this predecessor I don't know where I am. I can't communicate with him."
"You should know, what is the origin of the big man behind you?" Love St. Nangong sadly said: "I want to see this predecessor. Which Tianjun is he?"
"Heavenly King!"
"A Tianjun? Is there a Tianjun behind the wind?"
Dao Xu Shengzi, Chen Yimei is too elders, and the imaginary clouds are all over the blood. They know that Fang Han has a backstage, and there must be a master in the dark. Otherwise, it will not be so easy to grow up. Bone heritage.
Of course, the virtual cloud knows that the bones are all false. However, when she killed the eight law enforcement disciples of the Heavenly Prison, she also saw that Fang Han had a background, and the background was very hard and hard.
"It’s not a love affair, Tianjun knows it." Fang Hansi thought for a while. "But although you are a saint, it is best not to intervene between the princes, otherwise the disaster will follow, and the things between the princes It’s not a saint, even if it’s the Emperor, you can’t intervene.”
"How? You don't want to? Even the name of the Tianjun does not tell me?" The sadness of Shengnan Palace suddenly changed his face, step by step, cross a thousand miles, and came to Fanghan not far away, standing in the air, oppressed The momentum is like the sea.
Dao Xushengzi, Chen Yimei was pale, and retreated backwards, staring at Venus.
The vain cloud is even more unbearable, and a blood spurt out.
Only Fang Han stood still, and the whole body was bathed in a group of gods, and the death and death resisted the pressure of Nangong’s sadness. No one knows how arrogant his potential is.
"No comment!"
Fang Han spit out four words.
"I really have no comment? Or I will kill you and see if the King of the World will come out." Love St. Nangong sadly stepped forward. The momentum is steeply increased, and the white hunters on the body scream, such as the flag in the wind.
Hey!
Dao Xu Shengzi, Chen Yimei, the clothes on the elders all blew open, the body appeared cracks, blood spurted out, the whole person almost exploded, turned into a group of flesh and blood.
However, the virtual cloud was stretched out by Fang Han, holding a bright flame on her head and hiding behind her. Not affected by the pressure.
Love St. Nangong sadness does not need to be shot, the momentum can be moved at random, you can rupture the ancestors' suffocation, such a means is simply unheard of.
However, Fang Han himself is still not a single thing.
He stood steadily, his eyes were hollow, and there was a spiral nebula that seemed to be calculating.
Hey!
Love St. Nangong sadly took another step forward: "I will give you another chance to tell the origins of the big guys behind you. Otherwise, I will kill you! Let you no longer practice cultivation."
In this step, the white hair on his head flew up.
Around Fang Han, the road's hollow cracks tore open, the Asahi Son, Chen Yimei, the elders finally exploded, and the whole body began to burn.
The nebula in Fang Han’s sudden eyes stopped working, reaching out to the big hand and catching the void. The strong vitality of the two groups flew out of the palm of his hand, completely wrapping the Tao Xuzi, Chen Yimei’s elders, and Pulled behind him.
The two were in the midst of vitality, Nirvana was born again and recovered.
On the top of Fang Han’s head, a bronze oil lamp was lit up, and the oil lamp ignited. A Buddha saint appeared and combined with Fang Han’s own vitality. Resist the pressure of the sadness of the Holy South Palace.
"What's the use of this? Can you resist me? But I won't bully you too much, I won't use any magical power, I will oppress you with momentum. If you can resist it, then I will put it on." I will pass you once. If you can't resist it, then it will ruin me."
Love St. Nangong sad again took a step.
Fight!
The wind blew, and the light of the bronze oil lamp on the top of Fang Hantou was extinguished by the birth.
Then his body, back and forth again, began to glide in the air.
The sadness of the St. Nangong is free to come, step by step, the body is getting taller and taller, and it is simply filling the world. It is the only god, and the body of Fang Han has sent a lot of brilliance, but in the face of his breath and oppression, he is unable to get close.
"This person is the real body, the true love, not the incarnation. Any of my tactics can't attack him and can't break his momentum." Fang Han thought tightly, his body seemed to stop in the air, unable to Retreat, and was crushed by the sadness of the Holy South Palace. If it is a general ancestor, it has already been broken into pieces and turned into powder.
"Unless, unless I show thirty-three days of making a **** fist, thirty-three times the combat power, I can break his momentum. But there is no hope to escape. This person is too strong!" Fang Han tried to run the law of the body, Power, as well as its own crystal **** country. However, these forces, under the pressure of that momentum, are gradually unable to support.
In the Tiantian furnace, the invigorating atmosphere of the road began to boil.
The law of Fang Han’s body is constantly breaking, and it is constantly being repaired by the law of the sky.
Nangong sadness between the momentum of oppression, watching Fang Hanlian blood did not spurt a bite, the heart of the surprise has been overwhelming. He naturally did not know that Fang Han supplemented the innocence of the innocent, thinking that he relied on his own ability to counteract all the oppressive oppression.
"Even if it is Yuan Xian, there is no such skill. If it is, I will show real strength."
Nangong’s sad head was up, and Tianzhu seemed to have entered his head, and his clothes were still. The breath is ten times stronger than just now!
Fang Han’s body suddenly couldn’t stand it, and the eight bas-reliefs, almost thirty-three days to the treasures, almost emerged to withstand the momentum. He also has to be forced to show his true strength.
At this moment, in the midst of a sigh, the incomparable will, once again poured into the crystal of the gods and the sea of ??knowledge.
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