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There are treasures of various ethnic groups in the family of Jing Sheng, although they are not as good as some of the rich family of the Terran, but they are still more than some new families.
However, the water curtain cracked and collapsed with Frost and Jianguang.
I’ve been stunned for a while, and I can’t believe what’s going on in front of me.
Frost and Sword Light is indeed strong, but it still stays at the level of the Great Confucian War.
“What kind of demon power do you have?” Wells used to think of the weird power that entered the body before, and there was some panic in the heart. If the demon power is so powerful, even the treasures can be defeated, then the protection poems of their own can not last long.
What’s more, here is the world of Wuyue, which is known for its defensiveness. So can’t this force block the frost and the sword, how strong is Fangyun?
Wenzong and Wenhao are different.
Wenzong is actually an all-round improvement of the four great Confucianism. However, it does not form a particularly powerful new force. It can stand in an invincible position when encountering enemies with low realm. However, it is clearly the four realms of encountering the squad. But all kinds of powers beyond the monsters of Wenzong have no advantage.
“You have a high morality!”
In the past, he used a protective war poem, and released a large Confucian literary treasure on the other side. The whole body was covered with a sea, forming a strong protective force of the Great Confucianism.
The party did not answer, and swiped again, and the frost and the sword were shining again, shining in the world.
Oh…
The power of many protective war poems that surrounded the well was completely broken, and finally fell on a protective cover formed by a different treasure.
This time, the protection of the treasures is just like the ripples of water, not broken immediately.
However, the well was not fortunate, but it was hairy.
At the same level, the poetry of protection can generally block the poems of killing and fighting, unless there are scholars who practice the war poems of the three borders and even the four realms, because each of the protective war poems requires more heaven and earth than the killing war poems. The killing war poems will continue to dissipate power and become weaker in the process of external release.
However, this exception was broken by the squad. Wenzong’s protective war poetry can at least defend against four to five attacks of the four great Confucianism. But now, so many protective war poems overlap and are broken by Fang Yunyi.
“You…you have the real Holy Power!”
Jing Cheng’s eyes widened and finally understood why his protection was so vulnerable, and finally understood why Fang Yun was not afraid of the five Wenzong teamed up from beginning to end.
Not far away, Jing Chengliang shouted: “Impossible, you read it wrong! There are some strange forces in his attack. After entering my body, it dissipates. It should be dispelled by my own strength.”
In the face of the sudden change of the face, I continued to use the treasures and the pens of God to write protective war poems, while swearing: “Become a beam, immediately find a way to find the external force in your body, hurry, or regret it later! I found it from the beginning. The power is weird, so you can drive away from the body, you can’t care!”
“Three brothers, look scared you, he is the master of the political road, so there are some holy prestige, but Shengwei is at most like the power wrapped in the outer layer, can only be destroyed from the outside, can not enter the body. Oh? I only How can I be less talented, how did my big Confucian poetry write down half?”
Jing Chengliang hurriedly used the two treasures to block the two real dragon swords of Fang Yun, and suddenly stayed.
Well, I turned my head and looked at my brother. His look changed dramatically.
Jing Cheng Liang Tang Tang Wenzong, the current breath suddenly fell to the university’s peak, and continues to decline.
In the past, I only felt that the scalp was numb, and I could not understand this strange power.
There is no sound and no interest to let the Five Kingdoms and Confucianism fall for five or six realms. This kind of sacred power is unheard of.
“Fang Xusheng, if you have something to say, we can admit defeat, but you can’t use the sorcerer…” The well-behaved savage, suspected that the squad is not a human race at all, but a fierce object or even an ancient fierce.
Before leaving, Jing Liren has repeatedly stated that if the arrest of the carrier fails, he will decisively leave. If there is any big man behind the party, he should immediately admit his mistake and surrender, and he has promised it before, so he immediately served softly.
Fang Yun was almost laughed at by the well, but he explained: “You are less crap there. I am a dead force. The Holy Power from the tree world of the Sacred Valley is not so strong, but it is interracial. The semi-sacred pointing, combined with my own holy prestige, is close to the nature of the complete holy power, so if it is broken, it will be ruined.”
In fact, Fang Yun has been training these five Wenzong soldiers. After all, after gaining new squandering power and political sacredness, they have not really fought against powerful enemies.
The square has never used the power of the tortoise and the female, and even the power of the butterfly has not been borrowed.
Fang Yunben thought that his new and devastating power could survive all Wenzong, but in addition to Jing Chengliang, the rest of the Wenzong were extremely vigilant. After being invaded for the first time, they would go all out to dispel the power. The price, then carefully avoid contact with the power of decay.
This is the cleverness of the Terran Confucianism. If the demon savage king encounters this kind of situation, it will only be solved by the instinct of the battle, and the combat instinct under the semi-sacred can not find the lurking power of the decaying power.
However, in the five literary sects, there was still a light enemy or a well-informed Jing Chengliang who was forced by the real sword of Fang Yun.
The two real dragon swords of Fang Yun stopped the attack.
The breath of Jing Chengliang is still rapidly declining, and even Hengshan under his feet is slowly shrinking.
He is no longer a great Confucian, and the Five Sacred Mountains cannot continue to be maintained.
Jing Chengliang is not in the battlefield, and God goes straight into the palace.
He suddenly found out that his own literary palace grew out of dense gray vines. These vines were separated from the dense mouth of the mosquitoes and plunged into the walls of the palace to absorb the power of the palace.
Jing Chengliang found the culprit to lower his literary position, issued a crazy roar, and then swayed the daring, motivated, and used various means to attack the gray vines.
However, all failed.
The gray vine is still firmly rooted in his palace.
Suddenly, Jing Chengliang felt a slight pain in his heart, and he hurriedly looked at it.
He has dense gray vines inside and outside his heart, and the vines begin to grow in the blood vessels along the flow of blood. Without a few dozens of interest, the whole body will be covered with gray vines.
Hengshan at the foot of Jingchengliang suddenly dissipated.
Wuyue world disappeared.
In addition to the well-formed beams, the other four great Confucian bodies have emerged in the world.
The position of Jing Chengliang fell from the university to Hanlin.
The flat clouds under his feet disappeared.
He slammed for a moment and his body suddenly fell.
But after all, he was a Wenzong. He did not panic when he fell at high altitude. Instead, he used the power of the pen to use flying poetry. However, the pen of the gods stopped for a few times.
Hanlin did not hand out flying poems, at least for university students to use.
“Helping you…” Jing Chengliang finally lost his head and shouted at the scorpion.
In the past, he was helpless to write a flying war poem, turning into a crane and flying down, holding the well into the beam.
The breath of Jing Chengliang is still falling.
In the past, he threw away the brush and said: “Please also let Fang Xusheng let go of the younger brother, let him restore the strength of Wenzong, and the old man admit defeat.”
The other three men stepped back while defending and no longer fight.
The square station stood in the air, did nothing, and said nothing, like an indifferent audience.
The crane craned the well into the beam and flew to the side of the well.
“Three brothers…” Jing Chengliang said bitterly, closed his eyes and broke his breath.
Later, everyone saw the scene of horror.
The body of Jing Chengliang quickly shrinks like a dehydration, turning into a dry corpse, and then a strip of gray vines emerges from his body.
There is a dry, there is glory.
If there is decay, there will be life.
The vines intertwined with each other, and finally a flower was born at the top. The flower blossomed and thanked, and a yellow fruit was formed. Soon, the fruit disappeared out of thin air.
“The interest has passed.”
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