Chapter 1189 The Crown of Heaven
The gas of the Van Gogh is arrogant, and the golden air behind it seems to be burning with flames. It shows the incomparable power and momentum. He is also the reincarnation of the ancient saints, and it seems to understand the true meaning of the saints, which is manifested in the Tao. Looking down on the people, mastering the vast land, the sun and the moon.
With the cultivation of one of his own, it seems that all the sons of the Feathering Gate can be eliminated.
Everyone has a feeling like this.
Not only the disciple of "Van Yunzong", even the many sons of "Taiyimen", they are very admired by this master. He is the master of vitality, the ingenuity, the arrogance, the founder of immortality.
Feel free to move, and the sky is falling apart.
"Also, the brother of the Vatican is trapped in the painting of Sun Shi, and we have cleaned up the other child of the Feathering Gate." Zhao Fenghua did not look at the other son of Yuhuamen. The people present were only grandchildren. Poetry and painting have received a lot of attention for him. After all, Sun Poetry is also a reincarnation of saints.
As for Fang Han, it is just a fledgling genius.
"Vatican King trapped Sun Poetry, I personally came to kill the fledgling little genius, you shot separately, and shot the other saints. Remember that the imaginary cloud is the body of the jade bone ice, first Don't kill, but imprison her, wait for Song Tengfei's brother to be promoted to Yuanxian, find his own body seal stone monument, and then offer it to him as a gift, let him enjoy, and, Xu Bingqing, also proud snow The **** body, the same as the Song Tengfei brothers as a gift, remember?"
Zhao Fenghua ordered.
"Song Tengfei's brothers can't enjoy the two gods, so that the vain clouds are left to the next Song brothers, and this Xu Bingqing is left to me." Fan Wang Wang proudly said, the big hand waved, the air burst into the golden flower. It disappeared as if the life of a person was short and immediately faded.
"Well, the Vatican King, you have this Yaxing, I am naturally perfect. Anyway, this time we are working with Van Gogh, killing all the sons of the Feathers, waiting to kill this group of sons, and A few batches of powerful ones, such as Zhu Chongyang, Wan Xi'an, and Hua Zhentian, are the enchanting enchantments of the resurrection of the ancient saints. In the future, there will be hopes to become saints, even the seedlings of the emperors, one by one, and the feather gates. It will be broken, and when the old antiques will die in the future, the feathers will not be connected, and it will naturally be completely ruined. Can those old antiques really think that they can cultivate Tianjun? Now the times have changed, Tianjun can no longer be built, and the king can no longer be reached. Zhixian has stopped here."
Zhao Fenghua and Fan Shiwang and other sage masters talked in the air, and Fang Han and other people as goods, randomly distributed, seems to have eaten these people in general.
Indeed, the strength of the Vatican King is still above Sun Poetry, and it is the reincarnation of the ancient saints, who will not be afraid of anyone. Zhao Fenghua knows that "wind" is a genius, but he is completely confident to pack it down. As for other disciples, there is a son behind him. The sons of Fan Yunzong are all elites, prostitutes, quantity and quality. Taking an absolute advantage, it will certainly succeed.
He also calculated very well. The Fanshi Wang can only trap Sun Shi's paintings. It may take days and nights for the two to win the game. However, he can succeed in dealing with the "wind" and then go back and kill. Other saints and saints can be completed in an instant. Finally, working together to deal with Sun Shi's paintings will definitely succeed.
The Son is the cultivation of the ancestors, but the ancestors also have three or six, etc. He is the kind of enchanting metamorphosis among the ancestors of the ancestors, killing the ordinary ancestors and sacred sons, without any effort.
"Sun poetry painting, come out!"
After the Vatican King spoke, he hooked his finger.
"Wind, the situation is urgent! Your speed is very fast, immediately lead these people to escape quickly. Call us the other son of Yuhuamen, this time, abandon the former suspicion, take care of the overall situation, unite together, spend this time, no wonder, I After breaking here! They can't help me, I can escape!"
Sun Shi's face was unusually dignified, shocking the body, protecting everyone, and conveying the thoughts to Fang Han.
"Be sure to stop the Songs from soaring to find their own stone monuments, but also to prevent him from being promoted to the Yuanxian. This ancient market, the region is very large, if all the sons of my feathering door are united and hide, still Can survive for seven days."
"Sister Sun, these people are coming to you. After we break, you will go quickly!" Xu Bingqing said that in the face of the crisis of life and death, she also showed calm.
"Your strength is weaker. It is far from the opponent of the Van Gogh King and Zhao Fenghua. And the hands of these two people, there are extremely fierce and fabulous pieces, which can't be resisted. Only I can handle it. I am here. Secondly, even if you lose half of your life, you should stop them. Wind, you take them away quickly!"
Sun Shi painting roared.
"Where there are so many nonsense, killing these people directly will not be finished." Fang Han stepped out and said proudly: "Kill these people, find out what Song Tengfei, take him out, also If you kill, will you finish?"
"Wind! You!"
Sun Shi's paintings were never expected, and Fang Han did not listen to himself, and immediately stood up. And also to say such arrogant words, he has a tendency to hurry up.
"what?"
When I saw Fang Han standing up like this, Van Gogh, Zhao Fenghua, and Fan Yunzong, all the sons of Taiyimen, bowed and then laughed.
"This person is scared crazy? Kill us all, haha! This is the best thing I have heard this year."
"I got lost heart, he thought he was who? Tianjun reincarnation? Hey! He thought that he was arrogant in the martial art, he could be invincible? He was in the martial art, but the victory was only some low. It’s just a matter of fact, it’s far from here and we are arrogant.”
"Just kill him. I am the first time I saw such a arrogant person, Zhao Fenghua, still not killing him, but when?"
Fan Feng Wang and Zhao Fenghua also laughed aloud. "It’s very arrogant, very arrogant. We were prepared to kill you straightforwardly, but now we change our minds, we won’t kill you, but we will take you When you are imprisoned, you will try your best to torture you every day. Let you know what it means to be arrogant."
Between the talks, Zhao Fenghua walked over step by step.
"This year, there are so many people who want to die, let's take it together!" Fang Han held his hand and stood against the "Vatican King", and some Van Gogh sects, too one of the disciples said: "Save me trouble." I am also afraid that when you are a bird and beast, I will chase you."
"court death!"
Finally, Zhao Fenghua couldn’t help it, “The Hand of Disaster!”
His broad palms shook, and an overwhelming catastrophe filled the air. In the air, he turned into a virtual shadow of a catastrophe, splitting the yin and yang, and reversing the five elements. Every finger is made up of hundreds of millions. The Great Immortal was concise, and it was a full 500 million Daxian technique. It was condensed into a single strand and covered with Fang Han.
This palm, there is also the power of the Brahma gods, so that Fang Han escape is inescapable, avoiding inevitable.
Fang Han stood still, letting the hand of the disaster hit down, there was a sound of turbulence everywhere, and there was a crack in the sky. His face has not changed in the slightest, and it is still an unchanging face.
Hey!
From the top of his head, there was a sword light, countless swords, swords, and turned into a long river. It seemed that the sword was buried in the sword, and the hand of the disaster that came down was directly cut.
This is the history of civilization in Kendo.
Since the condensed book of the epoch, Fang Han has no longer been stuck in the moves or the celestial techniques, attacking the enemy, directly attacking with the history of civilization, surpassing the scope of all the sacred tricks, and the idea disintegrates everything.
Think about it, what is the Tao, can it compare with the vastness of a civilization history?
"What sword technique is this? Funeral sword trick? No, this is much more powerful than funeral swordsmanship. I feel that I have reached the vast history of kendo civilization."
The hand of the disaster was smashed, and Zhao Fenghua was shocked. The body retreated backwards and again, and countless disasters collapsed. The 500 million Daxian dynasty collapsed and the four sides spattered.
"Dead!"
Fang Hanxi's step, spanning the distance, came directly to Zhao Fenghua's face, launched a palm, this palm hit, the whole body white rainbow straight into the sky, seems to penetrate the seal of this ancient market, directly to the heavens, through The big day of the heavens.
Behind him, there is a history of civilization of Confucianism and Taoism, awe-inspiring, filling the heavens and the earth, a respected old Confucian saint, in the history of civilization to talk about the righteousness, the great gift, the great order.
The white rainbow passes through the sky, and the latitude and longitude between the heavens and the earth is replaced by the white rainbow of Fang Han.
As soon as he shot, he shot the most sturdy history of Confucianism and Taoism in his current book of the era.
Between the white and the sky, the catastrophic catastrophes were disintegrated and melted into the white light. At this time, Fang Han became a Confucian tianjun, and suppressed the feng yang civilization history and suppressed Zhao Fenghua.
"Confucian martial arts! No wonder so arrogant!" Zhao Fenghua is not a good class, his eyes open, the momentum is steep, his head has actually grown a white one-angle, the whole body is a height More than two or three heads higher than the average person, the white one-horn, and the unicorn on the head of the disaster Tianjun, represent the front of the disaster, a glimmer of life.
Bang!
The white one-horn on his head exudes a circle of milky white halo, which actually forced Fang Han’s suffocating.
When he punched with Fang Han, he collided with each other. In the middle of the collision between the two men, there was a huge domain door. All the power was distorted and sucked in.
Zhao Fenghua is physically strong and has a horn on his head. It is a demon god.
The heavens and the earth were opened with a gap, and the white one-corner on top of his head absorbed all the essence. In the midst of it, I don’t know where the power comes from, and the topping of it makes the whole body’s suffocation more intense, and the clothes of Fang Han are blown to hunt.
"You forced me to display the corner of the heavenly king, die under my fist, and be proud!" Zhao Fenghua's voice is cold.
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