Brothers who come to support the pig head, please register an account, collect it or leave a message in the book review area, so that the pig head knows how many brothers are supporting Fang Wen was quickly flipping through a tome dictionary.
It had been a few days since he had cultivated the Divine Strength in those two black diamonds, and Fang Wen only felt that he was becoming more and more refreshed, and he only needed a short amount of sleep every day to recover his spirit.
And his memory is becoming more and more perverted, although it is not yet at the level of memorization, but at a glance at various books, he can also write down seven or eight percent of the things inside.
He was very hopeful that if he continued to practice, he would reach a certain level.
Throwing the dictionary aside, Fang Wen lay lazily on a chair and said, "Dugu seeks defeat, alas, when the time comes, do I want to get a few Nobel Prizes to play?"
Smacking his lips and raising his eyebrows proudly, Fang Wen made a few grimaces, suddenly jumped up and walked to the mirror, and looked at himself carefully.
"Handsome, handsome, how can there be such a handsome person as me in the world, alas, even if handsome, it's so smart, God, I will be smarter and smarter in the future, how can other men in the world live" Gently rubbing his face, Fang Wen muttered extremely narcissistically: "Handsome, damn, handsome, it's so handsome."
Hmm, hmm, his body writhed a few times like a wicker in a storm, and a hazy green shadow appeared in front of the mirror, Fang Wen suddenly stood still and continued to chatter: "It's no longer cured, handsome is just a little bit of my insignificant advantage."
I still have such strong martial arts, oh my God, it's almost perfect, my Da Shao Oh hehehe, if my Da Shao goes back to Beijing City now, those guys' eyes can't be stared out Alas, no way, the level is different" "The level is different, Fang Wen."
Fang Wen looked at himself in the mirror and kept muttering in a low voice.
"You are handsome, tall and mighty.
You are very strong, you are the strongest among the disciples of Fengmen's generation.
You're smart, and in just a few months, you'll be smarter than everyone else in the world, and you'll become very knowledgeable.
You are rich, you have money that you will not be able to spend in your lifetime.
You can also be famous, and if you want, you can become an emperor superstar in a few days. ” "Fang Wen, you are the best, you are the most perfect."
Pointing to the Fang Wen in the mirror, Fang Wen shouted loudly: "You are ten thousand times stronger than that dead foreign devil" "You can strangle him with one finger, your money can stone him to death, the knowledge in your head can be asked to death to him, as long as you are willing, with the kung fu of your fingers now, you can easily become a so-called piano master, with your current voice, you can become the world's top singer, dangdang" Fang Wen shouted loudly, roaring out the thirty-six consecutive bells of the Xuanyin Heavenly Bell.
The sound is either mellow or clear, magnificent or exquisite, and Fang Wen perfectly interprets what is called the sound of nature.
"You're 10,000 times better than that dead foreign devil" Fang Wen looked at himself in the mirror viciously.
He gasped loudly, heavily.
His eyes bulged.
His chest puffed up.
His whole mental state changed wonderfully.
Eventually, he exclaimed, "So, you are more qualified than him to marry Wenwen" Smack, Fang Wen slapped himself hard.
His face quickly swollen, but the wind swirled over his face, and his red and swollen face quickly returned to its original state.
"Well, you're not crazy."
Fang Wen kept nodding his head, his hands clenched into fists, and waved vigorously: "You are much more qualified than that dead foreign devil" "What are you afraid of, what are you afraid of" "Love you and Wenwen are childhood sweethearts, and that dead foreign devil is a third party involved" "Horizontal knife to take love, Fang Wen has been for so many years, you give Lao Tzu like a man with eggs" "What are you afraid of, Wenwen hasn't married him yet" "As long as you don't get married, there's hope" "Even if you get married, there's still hope."
Bang, a punch smashed the mirror into pieces, Fang Wen shouted: "Come on, prepare for me, I'm going to Vienna I'm going to Vienna quickly, I'm going to prepare for me" "Fly all my cars over" "Find me three hundred tall and handsome little white faces in the Wind Guard."
"Order me ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses of all colors" "Well, preparing a large amount of arms is not enough to rob my mother and kill that dead foreign devil" "Fuck, it's Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu, don't fuck it" Fang Wen rushed out of the villa where he lived with a hideous face, and roared madly in the sky: "Whoever dares to touch Lao Tzu's woman, Lao Tzu, will fuck him" A cyan wave of qi rose from Fang Wen's body, rushing up to a height of five or six meters.
Fang Wen was wrapped in the cyan qi waves, and the wind around him was fierce, and dozens of big trees around the villa were uprooted and twisted into pieces in the wind.
There was a chaotic loud noise all over the sky, and Fang Wen's body slowly floated, levitating several feet above the ground.
Dozens of Wind Guards rushed over when they heard the sound, and looking at the incredible strength displayed by Fang Wen, they stood there stiffly, their minds blank Martial arts, can you also practice to such a level?
The Bund, Shanghai.
Yue Jue carried an antique five-foot long sword on his back, wearing an ancient Confucian growth robe that made passers-by turn back 100%, and walked slowly along the riverside with his hands behind his back.
He was the young man who was talking to Feng Yuan on the phone.
He is the strongest swordsman in the last thirty years of Yuemen, a complete madman, a pure madman who scares Feng Yuan.
His popularity in the Heavenly Gate is very bad, and no one likes him with the smell of a beast on his body.
He was happy to do that, because he felt that he was outstanding, that he was superior, and that he disdained to mingle with those mediocrities.
The only person in Tianmen who has a connection with him is Feng Yuan.
But the reason why Yue Jue has such a little friendship with Feng Yuan is nothing more than because he is the eldest or younger of Fengmen, and he may finally take over the power of Fengmen.
But in the bottom of his heart, he looked down on Feng Yuan, and he looked down on Feng Yuan from the bottom of his bones.
Yue Jue is arrogant, and he has some secrets in his heart that no one knows.
For example, he had already broken through the Red Moon realm of the Purple Moon Secret Sword Codex and had initially reached the level of the Purple Moon.
And so many elders and masters of the Moon Gate are still blocked in the Red Moon Realm, and they have not been allowed to enter for decades.
And his achievements were still achieved before the Heavenly Gate got those gods.
After cultivating the Divine Force, his strength was stronger and his skills were more refined.
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And that's not much of a secret.
The biggest secret in his heart is that he has the moon veins.
The wind body of Fang Wen is diffuse and superficial.
Therefore, Mr.
Feng Da saw at a glance that Fang Wen had the peerless qualification of Feng Body.
And the moon vein is convergent and implicit, so no one has found that Yuejue, who has been adopted by the Moon Gate since childhood, has such a legendary physique.
By flipping through the classics of the Moon Gate, Yue Jue determined that his meridians, which were very different from ordinary people, were the legendary moon veins.
He didn't share these secrets with anyone.
No one in the world is qualified to share his secrets.
Even Feng Yuan, the only one he has a little friendship, can't be.
Feng Yuan is also proud, but Feng Yuan's pride is vulgar and obscene.
Yue Jue feels that his pride is the real pride.
It is like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, shining on the earth, but it can never be touched by the laity.
His heart is so arrogant, so his outfit is so weird in the eyes of ordinary people.
After walking along the river beach for a while, Yuejue's mobile phone suddenly rang.
"Where is she?"
asked Yuejue coldly.
"Longmen's headquarters in Shanghai" Yue Jue's eyes widened a little, revealing an expression of eagerness.
"Very good, I'll take her out.
Your men are ready to answer.
Yue Jue smiled, smiled happily, smiled brightly.
Carefully stuffing the phone into the hidden pocket on his belt, Yue Jue let out a long hiss, and suddenly pulled out the long sword behind his back.
The sword light was like water, and Yue Jue jumped up dozens of meters high, stepping on those low old-fashioned buildings by the river, like a loaded bullet, with a piercing whistling sound, swept towards a tall building in the distance.
Passers-by screamed one after another, and countless tourists grabbed their cameras and video cameras to take a hard shot.
Ignoring the underlying rules that everyone followed, Yue Jue rushed to the door of the building of the Shanghai branch of Longmen in a grand manner, and the sword light like water slashed out, splitting the gate and the walls on both sides of the gate into pieces.
Several Dragon Sect disciples were about to go out, and the uncast sword qi swept over, and they didn't have time to call, and they were already cut off by the sword qi.
"The moon gate and the moon will never come up here to send me to death" Yue Jue let out a loud shout, and dozens of sword qi erupted from his shaking hands, and the crimson sword qi covered the entire lobby on the first floor of the building, and dozens of low-level disciples of the Dragon Gate who came and went in the lobby couldn't dodge it, and they all died under the sword.
Piercing alarm bells rang, heavy crashes were heard everywhere, and the security system inside the building was activated, and iron gates made of heavy bulletproof steel plates blocked the access to and out.
“wou” Yue Jue laughed softly, and his face full of scars actually brought a little tenderness.
"Then it's a little more fun.
Let me slaughter you all.
He smiled softly.
The five-foot long sword in his hand was stimulated by the true strength, and a hazy red blood light rippled.
Yue Jue chanted in a long voice: "Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles without staying" He climbed up the stairs with a light step.
The iron gate that stopped in front of him was shattered by the sword qi.
The Dragon Sect disciples who flocked to him were also shattered in the sword qi.
Yue Jue is the only one among the Yuemen masters who does not refuse to inject the Yuan Liquid.
He openly injected three s-a-1 yuan liquids, and used other means to get some miscellaneous low-grade yuan liquids, plus his true strength in cultivating the moon veins was more than ten times faster than ordinary people, and his real skill cultivation was comparable to Fang Wen's.
However, Fang Wen's cultivation of the Imperial Wind Sutra was comparable to the Purple Moon Secret Sword Book in terms of attack power The sword qi surged forward like a tide, and the sword light was like a knife wheel, twisting all the objects that rushed towards him to pieces.
The iron door is smashed, the human body is smashed, and the office utensils in the room are smashed.
Yue Jue smiled and walked into the offices, killing the people inside.
Whether it was a Longmen disciple with martial arts, or those Longmen external office staff who didn't know anything about martial arts, he treated everyone equally, and everyone was torn to pieces by the sword light. 1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor...
Humming a relaxing waltz and dancing cheerfully, Yue Jue walked up one by one, walking through every room and killing everyone inside.
He has great skills, amazing agility of his five senses, and a unique sense of a peerless swordsman, and no one can escape his search.
Those external personnel who did not know martial arts wept and begged, and some kowtowed to him and begged for mercy, but Yuejue, who was full of gentleness, did not hesitate to kill them under the sword.
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He even stayed on the seventh floor for a short while, wasting about three minutes.
Because there is a clerical girl on the seventh floor who is as pure as water.
He was so impressed by the little girl's watery look that it took him three minutes to kill her with the most brutal means.
Feng Yuan is a disgusting pervert.
Yue Jue is an extremely brutal pervert.
He peeled off the girl's skin, carefully spread it out on the side of the girl's bloody flesh, and then signed his name on the white and delicate skin with a signature pen.
He even had time to leave his opinions on the treatment of this skin, and he said in a provocative tone to the upcoming investigators: You can consider making it into a doll and collecting it for private collection.
He moved forward step by step, killing people step by step.
Then he was displeased to find that when he was still three floors from the top floor, there was no one in all the rooms.
With a sigh, Yue Jue looked at a surveillance camera in the corridor and smiled faintly: "Can you let me kill me very obediently, please let me struggle powerlessly, make me very helpless."
Lu Fang's angry curse sounded from somewhere in the corridor: "I'll fuck your eighteenth generation ancestor" Yue Jue shrugged his shoulders and sighed hoarsely: "Young disciple of the Dragon Gate, damn it for this quality" He soared into the hallway, and with his crimson sword shield body, he broke through three floors and went straight to the highest floor of the building.
There was a large conference room on the highest floor of the building, which was packed with people.
Those were the low-level disciples of the Dragon Gate and those staff who didn't know martial arts.
Lu Fang took eight good hands and stood firmly at the door leading to the conference room, looking at Yue Jue with gloomy eyes.
Yue Jue stretched out his scarlet tongue and slowly licked the blood on the blade.
With a snort, he swallowed saliva and blood into his stomach, and his hoarse and ugly voice sounded: "Longmen Shanghai Branch, let me down."
Where are the masters, where are the masters, and the dragon gate is just such a waste that has not been killed, where are the masters, hmm" He stretched out his left hand and slowly tapped from left to right at Lu Fang and the other nine people who were blocking the road.
"Look, look, look at your cultivation.
Garbage, garbage, you are all garbage" He roared angrily: "Could it be that there is no master in the branch of the dignified Dragon Gate in Shanghai?"
Lu Fang's pain was for a while, there were masters in the Longmen Shanghai Branch, and they were the kind of peerless masters who were two generations higher than Lu Fang and devoted themselves to cultivation.
They were in retreat and cultivation in the vicinity on weekdays, and as long as Lu Fang called, they could come within tens of seconds.
But in the past two days, Lu Fang found that a large number of Tianmen disciples were moving around in Shanghai, and all the masters were sent out to monitor these Tianmen disciples.
Lu Fang's martial arts are also very good.
But his strongest point is not martial arts, but his ability to handle various affairs.
Therefore, Lu Fang is the deacon disciple of the outer court of the Dawei Zen Academy, and Long Shao is the personal disciple of the inner court of the Dawei Zen Academy.
That's the difference between them.
Lu Fang understood that he couldn't deal with the evil god in front of him who was covered in the smell of blood.
But if he can't deal with it, he will have to deal with it too.
In the conference room, there are not only his subordinates, his own employees, but also the people who his junior and younger brothers have entrusted him to take care of.
Taking a deep breath, bursts of light flowed on Lu Fang's golden skin.
He said in a deep voice: "Less nonsense, let's do it" Yue Jue tilted his head and looked at Lu Fang, and sighed softly: "The preliminary technique of the immortal golden body is vulnerable.
Kneel, kowtow, call me grandpa, I'll let you go today. ” He smiled leisurely and said, "I rarely show mercy.
Now give you a chance, everyone present, whoever kneels down and kowtows and calls me grandpa, I will let him live. ” Tilting his head and thinking for a while, Yue Jue suddenly smiled and said, "Of course, you still have to hand over the woman named Luo Wen." ” Lu Fang's face changed, and he instinctively wanted to look back at Luo Wen hiding in the conference room, but he immediately controlled his impulse.
How can the enemy be distracted at the moment He took a deep breath, and with a palm of the Buddha's Offering Lotus, he slammed towards the moon.
There is a faint Buddha light flashing in his palm, and the palm wind is gentle with a little sandalwood fragrance, which is soft and makes people want to fall asleep in the palm wind.
"Waste is waste."
Yue Jue shook his head: "It's not worth my mercy" He didn't use his sword, but his left palm simply flipped over, and he also met it with one palm.
When his palms touched, Lu Fang only felt a strange force tear through his palm, and drove along the meridians on his arms.
This palm force is as sharp as a knife, constantly rotating rapidly and trembling rapidly, like a knife wheel that flies out of control, constantly bouncing and reflecting in the meridians, and where it passes, the arm structure is torn to pieces.
Outsiders saw that starting from Lu Fang's palm, his palms and arms exploded minute by minute.
Muscles, blood vessels, bones, nerves, everything exploded.
Bang bang, in the continuous subtle explosion sound, Lu Fang's entire right arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist, half of his shoulder was shattered, and the plasma sprayed on the wall of the corridor, and the plasma slowly trickled down the wall, a poignant blood-colored landscape.
Eight good players behind Lu Fang pounced at the same time.
Yue Jue sneered: "The Nine Palace Bagua Array is in such a narrow corridor" The sword light started, and before the eight good hands could unfold their bodies, the sword light had already slashed through their necks, and the blood plasma sprayed all over the sky. kicked down the pale-faced Lu Fang, and Yue Jue walked into the conference room leisurely.
He stared closely at Luo Wen, who was wearing a long black dress, and laughed softly: "Giggles, if Miss Luo Wen takes the initiative to go with me, these people can survive half of them."
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Luo Wen's eyes widened, and just behind Yuejue, several heads were still rolling on the ground.
She was scared, her body trembling slightly.
She asked a little stiffly, "Half" Yue Jue shook his hand, and several women near the door of the conference room were split open by his sword.
He sneered: "Then, just die, I will do what you want, you take the initiative to follow me, they can live half of their lives."
If you let me take you away, they will all die."
Luo Wen glanced at those who showed despair, although she was already scared to the extreme, she still suppressed her fear and whispered, "Okay, I'll go with you." ” "OK" Yue Jue glanced at Luo Wen in surprise, nodded and said, "You are a little different from those who died at my hands before.
Funny woman" The sword light swirled, and the flesh and blood in the conference room suddenly flew sideways, and half of the people in the conference room were swept by the sword light, and they all fell to the ground with a miserable howl.
On a viaduct about half an hour's drive from the Bund, Long Shao leaned most of his body out of the taxi window weakly.
He howled loudly: "When will the police comrades be able to open to traffic, the traffic jam has been blocked for more than an hour, I am holding my urine in a panic, hurry up."
In the sun, his huge bald head glistened.
The viaduct, which was blocked with solid water, showed no signs of loosening.
Several traffic policemen were busy sweating profusely, and the magic sound of Long Shao's loud shouting continued to hit their eardrums, making them more and more exhausted.
At this moment, Long Shao's mobile phone rang.
He lazily grabbed his phone and connected it.
Ten seconds later, a frantic roar shook the viaduct, centering on a taxi that had suddenly exploded, and a dozen nearby cars spun around at the same time.
The terrible shock wave swept dozens of plastic partitions on both sides of the viaduct.
Long Shao's huge body flew straight into the sky dozens of meters high, he pulled out the Bodhi staff he was carrying behind his back, let out a curse that was extremely angry, and with a fierce wave of his right hand, a thunder sounded in the air, and he drummed up his real strength, driving his body to shoot forward.
There were a few knocks, and countless cars along the way were used by Long Shao as the object of borrowing, and the bigfoot girl slammed into the roof of the car.
The hapless owners let out a howl comparable to that of the world's most famous soprano singer among the countless broken glass shards: