Fantasy World Transmigration

The reflection of a red-clothed, the wind is like a dancing dragon’s flower, the hand is pulling, the Qingyunmen has no magical skills, “Shenjian Royal Leizhen” is displayed in her hands, the end is the weather, the vastness of the sky, the sharp The sword qi pierces the sky, at this moment, there is the power of Power of Heaven and Earth, like the lightning of the Thunder lightning snake.

On the big boat she set foot, even in the camp on the shore, no one was unhappy. Song Lu’s mouth asked what he wanted to say, but found that he couldn’t say anything, even though she was a woman, but this At this moment, this situation can only be described as ‘睥睨天下’.

Song Lu could even feel the disdain in her eyes.

“I pay for the beauty, fluttering my wings for more than nine days, squatting in the world, never clinging to others. My pride, my temperament, my dignity are all pinned on the sword, and this life is self-reliant, and the identity of the woman brings me everything, Let me lose something, I will use my sword to get it back!”

Proud eyes and all eyes, looking down from the sky, that red-clothed like a bloody silhouette shouting, the sky is full of flashing thunder and rolling, far and wide, like tearing the world.

At this time, even the people on the big ship could not withstand the pressure of this terrifying. Song Lu looked sly and his face was pale and silvery. It seemed to be greatly insulted and hit. Song Shidao did not know that he was paying attention to Hong Yan’s eyes. Seeing what he was, he just supported his uncle and looked at the domineering shadow in midair.

Li Yuanji couldn’t wait until the end of the day. He didn’t even have a glimpse of the corpse falling under his feet. Like a stray dog, he curled up and avoided the gaze of paying attention.

All of this happened only in the twinkling of an eye. At this time, someone in the camp suddenly reflected it, shout out loudly: “Good!”

A high-nose, deep-eyed, awkward Turkic master squats a steel lance and slams out of the camp with a thunder. He stares at the red face on the mast, and the muscles of the body are twisted into a rope. Like the bowstring, the whole person’s body is bent into three pieces of work, the chest and arms open a bow, the waist and leg body is opened into a bow, and finally the eyes and True Qi open the last bow.

Like the marble sculpture, the solidified body accumulates the power of the plentiful, the lance in the hand is the arrow, the power, the True Qi pour out, and the lance is like a meteor, bursting upwards.

“Stupid!” Lu Hao said coldy.

Just between this spear, the Thunder seems to have found a venting point, and the Thunder lightning snakes converge at the speed of light, stalking down the steel lance.

The Turkic master couldn’t even make a sound, but in the light of no resistance, the flesh and blood disappeared, turned into coke and fell to the ground. The semi-melting lance was obliquely inserted on the ground beside him. The Thunder, which has been accumulating in the sky for a long time, seems to have found the head at this moment, and the thunder and madness flocked to the Turkic camp.

Centered on the steel spear, Wan Lei Qi Ben, bringing the terrifying weather of the destruction of the heavens, extinguish the earth.

“God… god!” Li Yuanji was so frightened that he was trembling and soft on the ground.

Fu Hongyan suddenly felt that she was in control of the Thunder, and the scene of the punishment of the day, which brought the impact of everyone in the room, she did not even care, the Shenjian Yu Leizhen killed who, only to live in the Thunder It is worth her to face up.

“There are beautiful people in the north, peerless and independent. A sword slams into the city, and then sees the country. I don’t know the city and the country. The beautiful woman is hard to get again!” Lu Hao whispered softly, and sighed deeply: “I really don’t want to It is the supreme beauty, the fusion of martial arts, the two roads of comprehension, the stunning woman who can make the sword and the real sword are compatible with their own swordsmanship…”

Lu Hao’s eyes were full of bitterness, and he sighed: “In contrast, the guy who can’t control the plug-in of his own adventures is really… If you let the red face meet that guy. It’s the most appropriate!”

The shadow of Chen Ang emerged in his mind. He knows what a crazy and proud heart is under the fascinating appearance. If he meets Chen Ang, he will be reborn because of her chasing power. Have the power of vertical and horizontal. Or you will lose yourself because you are too obsessed with power.

At this time, the Turkic Camp has been completely overturned by the Thunder. Three thousand Turkic soldiers have become a sacred corpse, and there are countless famous Turkic masters. Some of them are not under Songlu and Songzhi, but they are They turned into fly ash in front of them. I don’t know when Ning Dodge came to Lu Hao and watched the lightning in the sky. The eyes seemed to yearn for complexity.

Turkic Khan and two or three abrupt masters, surging like the world’s savage True Qi, struggling in the hell of the thunder, although wolverine, but no life worry.

Song Lu sees moving towards Fu Hongyan and persuaded: “Pay girl, Turkic ignorant offended you, you can kill it, but Turkic Khan can not kill!” Song Zhi also attached to the road: “The sudden death of the world End , but absolutely not to kill Turkic Khan and kill it! If it is a sudden attack on the soldiers, we are all sinners…”

But I don’t know if Fu Hongyan didn’t hear them. She slowly walked to the center of Thunder. The violent Thunder turned into a gentle water at the moment of touching her sword qi, intertwined with her True Qi. The flash surrounds the red-clothed beauty, beautiful and dangerous.

Everyone only watched her before she went to Turkic Khan, and raised her sword to the eyebrows. In a smile, the sword shadow suddenly crossed the void, paying red as if depicting Danqing, swaying the sword, and hooking this piece of prison The sky.

“Pay Hongyan! Stop!” Hashem finally stood up and tried to stop her.

“I don’t know the city and the country, the beauty is hard to get again?” True Martial Dual Cultivation’s red sword method, first revealed in this world, the Thunder gathered in the shadow of a peerless beauty, such as paying a blind eye With a smile, Hashem squinted like a dead, heartbreaking and picking up in Turkish.

True Qi, which he struggled to inspire, is like a piece of paper in the beauty of Thunder True Qi, unable to withstand a single blow.

Hashim heard about this woman who wants to repair both the martial arts and the martial arts in Lord God Space, but because of religious reasons, he looked down on the woman in his heart, thinking that paying red is just the kind of plaything that is dominated by men. But it was only this time that he really understood the woman’s terrifying for the first time in the face of the two-faced red-faced swordsmanship.

“Who is telling me that Fu Hongyan is a woman who doesn’t care about her appearance?” Hashim shouted in Turkish Turkic: “She is a narcissist! Crazy! Narcissism has reached the threshold of God!”

Not a narcissistic madman, who will create an absolutely perfect self in the sword?

Not a madman, how can you touch the threshold of God because you fall in love with yourself?

The Hongyan sword method is a poetry that wholeheartedly falls in love with oneself, praises one’s own narcissism, and creates for his lover. This is a Dual Cultivation sword method. It is no wonder that Fu Hongyan and her sword-like Primordial Spirit dance together. On the side of Fu Hongyan, you can use the Excalibur Royal Thunder to wash the ground, while using the ghosts and swords to kill all the powerful who resist the thunder and fear.

Turkic Khan did not even hold on to a donkey, and was stunned by the Thunder’s red sword.

Hashim was really screaming and screaming, and he didn’t want to live.

He is crazy: “Fu Hong Marate, Divine Martial, I am not finished with you!”

Before he finished, he saw the perfect sword of Paying. The Primordial Spirit came to him, lightly smiled, and the long sword tore the void, and sighed…