The Rise of Phoenixes

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In an instant, kill three people.

The three corpses looked cold into the sky, and they didn't know that they had died in the hands of a fledgling novice.

The novice raised his sleeves and covered his mouth to make a nasty expression while stepping on their bodies and ran out without hesitation.

The post still sinks in the darkness.

Feng Zhiwei heard faint sounds faintly, and there was a thick **** and dead air floating in the air.

She turned and leaned against the wall with her ears on the wall, and heard someone faintly say, "Points!"

Feng Zhiwei sank in his heart.

What's the point? Number of bodies?

There was a peculiar rattle on the ground, and then someone surprised "Huh" and said, "King!"

Feng Zhiwei's heart sank again-King? Ning Yi? What happened to Ning Yi?

With such a thought, he felt cold, but the sword in his hand was tighter.

Someone ran quickly and whispered: "Two less, the king is gone!"

"Search!"

"Searched three times!"

The man who first gave the order seemed to ponder for a while, and said: "The night is long and there are many dreams. We still have **** missions. Be careful to send a large team to catch up. You must first modify and search around. Do not follow if you are injured. Then go to Guaye Cross meeting, here, burned."

"Yes!"

The man walked prostrately and walked out of the courtyard. The rest were setting fire, and the noises on the ground were louder, sounding fluid and orderly, like the scattered sand flowing automatically back into the bottle. .

The voice sounded creepy, and Feng Zhiwei frowned.

Just a frown, the breath was slightly thicker, and the sound of the people next door stopped suddenly.

Feng Zhiwei stopped suddenly without any hesitation, and turned over Huo Ran on the wall.

"Whee."

Almost at the same time, a cyan knife passed through the wall and clung to Feng Zhiwei's waist!

As long as she was lucky to dare to move a little slower, now the knife is through her belly.

Feng Zhiwei had just turned over, and the tip of the knife had just appeared on the wall. Feng Zhiwei had nothing to say, raised his hand, turned his sword back through the wall!

You sting! I also stab!

The other party's cyan knife was not pulled out, and Feng Zhiwei's black long sword had passed through the wall in exactly the same way. The man next door was startled, "Hey," it seemed that Feng Zhiwei had such an amazing and fierce strain. With a sneer, he barely squeezed Fengzhi Weijian's tip.

The hand stretched out like gold, and the steel was smooth. With a pinch, not only the soft sword was brought out, but the whole wall fell down!

Between the smoke and dust, the man sneered at Feng Zhiwei's sword, "Follow me, find death!"

Suddenly someone sneered on top of his head, "Pinch my sword and find death!"

In the laughter, the black light with blue and blue flashed, and the head was plugged into him.

The man was shocked, only to find that he was only snipping off a sword in his hand, and Feng Zhiwei's long sword was intact, and he was running in a murderous cold.

This is another function of Feng Zhiwei's weapon-self-disruption, inspired by her observation of the gecko once, and she is very interested in the self-help of the gecko's tail, so there are three soft swords, which can be broken at any time.

The sword was plugged in, and the smoke from the broken wall blocked the view, but the man was martial arts. He saw the sword shot and suddenly stomped his feet. The ground was suddenly stomped out of a big pit, Feng Zhiwei long sword from He was only a minute away from the top of his head.

A sword fell through, and the tactics were old. Feng Zhiwei opened wide in the middle of the empty door. The man's eyes behind the mask flashed blue, and with one hand, Feng Zhiwei spurted a bit of blood from his chest, and breathed down. Is falling into his hands.

The man's grinning is close at hand.

Death is also close at hand.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly raised his hand.

An angular brick in the hand!

"Look at me nine steaming nine drying ten thousand Fa tantra eight princes!"

"Snapped!"

The brick was clapped on the side of the opponent's ear, and a gap was drawn. Feng Zhi whispered a pity that the man's reaction was too fast, so he could turn his head in time when the winning ticket was so close, otherwise he would shoot his head early.

This shot took full effort, and it was shot again in the side of the brain with many acupuncture points. The man fainted and retreated, Feng Zhi fell to the ground, the brick was hidden in the back, and it shattered instantly. The coughing in the yellow smoke was coughing. With a gentle smile, this time it was a flag flower in one hand, and said with a smile: "I can beat you, but wait for me to find someone."

The man was dizzy and couldn't clearly see the style of flag flower in Feng Zhiwei's hands. He thought it was Feng Zhiwei's own rocket, and there was hot pain on his ear, and he didn't see the murder weapon. Something, he was born in southern Fujian. He had a natural taboo against these tantras, grotesques, and snorted with a strange whistling sound, and then he flashed and disappeared into the dust.

Those of his men had dispersed and set fire, and when the leader was injured, he immediately withdrew and immediately disappeared in all directions after training. Feng Zhiwei watched their figures disappear, then he breathed a sigh of relief and stumbled against the wall. This is when I feel soft legs.

I was soaked in cold sweat, and my chest was tumbling like pain. Feng Zhiwei was so weak that he couldn't lift his pace. He spit a few bites on the ground, and spit out some blood and water. Thinking of the thrill that came along the way, I sweated again. I knew half of it was by chance and half of it by luck. If it wasn’t for the person on the periphery that was relatively weak, and I was afraid of being found, with her novice, there was no place to die. , How can you force people away.

At this time, the flames on all sides had risen, the smoke was choking, Feng Zhiwei struggled to climb, and walked inward with the sword. There were some traces of crawling on the yellow sand ground of the outer courtyard. She remembered some legends in Fujian, and she felt chills in her heart. .

The **** atmosphere on all sides was neutralized by the pyrotechnic gas and gave off an unpleasant smell. As soon as Feng Zhiwei entered the door, he was tripped over by something. With a glance at the fire, a long tasseled guard grimaced and died underground.

Feng Zhiwei glanced down and found that the man had no wounds all over his body, and his face was a strange earthy yellow. Feng Zhiwei remembered those quick-sanding sounds, and the fingers on the sword were tight.

She walked all the way, the ground was full of corpses, some hands were still carrying rice bowls, and there was a horrified color on her face, which was obviously also ambushed during the meal.