Tales of Herding Gods

The widowed saint squats down the **** to preserve his face, while Zhe Huali rides on the back of the tiger.

Zhe Huali’s forehead burst into cold sweat and looked at his right arm. Luo Wushuang had no right arm. He was holding a knife in his left hand. The mystery of his knife was displayed by his left hand.

Zhe Huali wants to display Luo Wushuang's knife perfectly, and he needs to cut off his right arm!

There is more and more cold sweat on his forehead, and he is unwilling!

He has not yet played against Qin Mu, he has to break his arm. Who can bear it? Who is sweet?

However, he did not break his right arm. His knife method could not be as perfect as his master Luo Wushuang. In the face of Qin Mu, he displayed an imperfect knife. He had no bottom in his heart.

"Mood, the impact on strength is not great."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, awakening Zhe Huali, who was in a dilemma.

Qin Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at the demon Osho who came to him. He has been playing iron and he does not know how to be jealous.

At this moment, there will be blood everywhere, not knowing whether it is his own blood or the blood of others, but from the wounds on his body, his injury is not light.

He is like a fish fillet, and there are as many as hundreds of wounds.

Despite the heaviness of the injury, he was still arrogant, full of energy, and bloody. When he came over, **** smell and carrion smelled like him. He seemed to carry a vast ocean of bodies.

Moved his gaze away from Zhe Huali's body and landed on Qin Mu: "Mood is not strength. The power of the magical power is reflected in the flesh, the gods and the Dao Fa, and the influence of the state of mind on the strength is minimal. Bystanders clear , Zhe Huali, you fell into his trap, still not jumping out?"

Zhe Huali’s eyes brightened and his breathing returned to a stable state.

He will be one of his few friends in Taiwangtian. The two often exchange their experiences. They are the rebellious and the friendship between life and death. On the battlefield, they will save his life. He also saved his life.

He will continue: "The biggest influence on strength is the flesh, the gods and the Dao Fa. Zhe Huali, you and my body are stronger than him, your **** is stronger than me, and naturally stronger than him. As for Daofa magical power, your knife method is inherited from God's knife and unparalleled, there is the magic power to learn the true devils, and the two masters, the length of the gods, your Daofa magical power will be weaker than him? Even the body of the true **** has never been cultivated successfully. Where can the Dafa magical power go?"

Zhe Huali’s confidence suddenly came back and his attitude relaxed. He smiled: “Sometimes, the magical person needs a good teacher and a friend. I already have a good teacher, and you will be a good friend!”

After waking up the sly point, he finally regained his confidence, and his mood was back to the peak without knowing it.

His strength is more reflected in his physical body of the young god, the **** of the true God.

Although his knives and magical powers have not reached the level of accession, but on strength, he is not afraid of anyone in the sand table world!

His own strength lies in the physical body of the young true God. This is beyond doubt that Qin Mu can bring him the advantages of speed, strength, reaction and power.

The second advantage is his own god, the god-like **** of the gods. Although the role of the gods has not been reflected for the magical powers of the seven-star realm, the use of the gods is also the key to victory.

He has two masters, Luo Wushuang, bound to the Japanese Luo, which is the magic word, which means King Kong, the Yuanshen is very powerful, he learned from the **** here to let his own gods go further. Practice.

This point, he is convinced that Qin Mu can not match himself.

The third advantage is his knife and demon knife, the demon knife is his spirit, Luo Wushuang personally helped him to cast, and the knife rule is Luo Wushuang's sword, in order to make its knife method reach the extreme, Luo Wushuang has Polished for nearly 40,000 years!

Your own disadvantage is the state of mind, but the mood has little effect on the strength.

The mood is not as good as Qin Mu, not the key to determining the outcome!

It’s very gratifying to smile, and smiled: “Your strength is still above me, just influenced by his language, and I’m not aware of his way.”

Zhe Huali also smiled, and there are friends like this.

Such a good friend, one is enough!

Qin Mu slightly frowned, a Zhe Huali has made him feel tricky, and then another will be awkward, he really has no chance of winning.

Suddenly, the mulberry peeped his head out, and the two scorpions hang down, and then excitedly waved to Qin Mu: "You are hitting the millet! Don't be afraid, I am coming! Is there only us here? Rain brother, sister, brother and emperor Are they dead in battle?"

Her voice just fell, and Rainhe came out helplessly, and she also frowned and followed her.

Mulberry excitedly said: "Yuhe Shijie, brother, what are you doing in the mountains? Now we have four people, and they have to deal with them, more than enough! What is the emperor's brother? Is the emperor's brother also hidden in you just now? In the nest of the nest?"

The helplessness on Yuhe’s face was thicker, and his brow furrowed more tightly.

The two of them were hiding in the dark, ready to attack and will be married to Zhehuali, but they were named by this gimmick and had to come out, which was not so bright.

Zhe Huali said: "I have already noticed two of you. You are hiding there, and the killing in your heart can't be hidden. As for the imperial concubine, I was killed by a knife."

Rain Wo is helpless: "Sang Wei Shimei, we saw the body of Emperor Huang's brother. Others are also dead. There are only us left here. Although they are still dead, they have killed so many devils, and those who The masters of the Mozu are all gone, which makes us a number advantage."

She is quite helpless to the girl of the Mulberry family, and has a deep sense of powerlessness. The mulberry smashed their hiding place and made their previous tricks useless.

Moreover, they are not very useful even if they look like many people.

The strength of the mulberry is low, and it has not passed the test of the Zhenshen Tower. There is no such thing as a young god, and it cannot be used. Rain Wo can imagine that the mulberry must have been hidden after entering the battlefield. This simple girl did not encounter the enemy, so she can live to the present.

Qin Mu is also a young man who knows how to fight iron. He has been arrogant. He has been burying his head in the world of sandboxing, and he does not communicate with his companions or his opponents.

Qin Mu can live to the present, and it is estimated that he is also a dog with the same mulberry. It should be the young master who came to kill him. He met the young master of Taihuangtian on the road and played the same thing, so that he can live to the present. .

In the heart of Yuhe, even if there are two helpers, Qin Mu and Mulberry, there is no difference between them and no helpers. To defeat the two strong players of Zhe Huali and Jiang, they can only rely on her and her.

"I hope that these two heartless will not add chaos..." She said in her heart.

However, relying on her and her, whether she can defeat Zhe Huali and her will, she has no confidence in her heart.

Looking at Qin Mu, the brow wrinkled, and gently smiled: "The Qin brother who beat the millet, do not hit the iron?"

Qin Mu smiled at the two people, and the smile on the face of Yuhe disappeared. He did not speak, and he pretended not to see it. Instead, Sang Yixing rushed over and asked: "Have your sword been played?"

Qin Mu nodded and gently smiled: "Sister, the sword has been laid."

Mulberry eyes sparkle: "How is the power?"

Qin Mudao: "Jewelry said that his master had let him show me the knife method, so I have not had time to test the sword, I don't know how powerful it is."

The two whispered whispers, and discussed how to test the sword. The rain was like an enemy, trying to stabilize the mind, not listening to what the two of them said, and the eyes fell on the singer and Zhe Huali, whispered:蜀繇师弟弟, you come to deal with 懿, I greet Zhe Huali. I am not sure that I will be better than Zhe Huali, and I will be seriously injured. You will get rid of him as soon as possible to help me!”

He took a long breath and sighed: "The teacher is relieved, give me the cockroach!"

Zhe Huali’s eyes flashed and whispered: “Will you choose the strong or the weak?”

"Strongly weak, strong and weak, this is the way of art of war!"

I will laugh and laugh, "I will stop the strong, you will kill the weak, then you and my brothers will join hands and you can win!"

Zhe Huali looks stunned: "You are very hurt and may die."

"Don't underestimate me, I am a master of Sumo, and I have not used the Demon Festival."

He will laugh and say: "You can rest assured, I will survive!"

He strode out and went to Qin Mu.

Rain Wo and his heart glimpsed, and what Ming Mingming said is to block the strong, let Zhe Huali go to kill the weak, how can he now go to Qin Mu?

Is this devil mad at heart, thinking that Qin Mu is the strong and they are weak?

"Be careful with fraud." Rain Wo whispered.

Nodded and looked at Zhe Huali who was coming.

On the other hand, Qin Mu looked at him and frowned slightly. He said, "Sister, wait a moment, I will try the sword."

The mulberry stepped back, Qin Muyi pointed at the eyebrows, the sword pill floated, floating in his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the voice of the Japanese singer came from outside the world and spread throughout the sand table world: "We lost, let out the city, stop!"

No matter inside or outside the sand table, everyone is a slight glimpse, even those who are too imperial, can not help but be surprised and happy.

Exposing the incredible color, he screamed: "I haven't died yet, why do we say that we lost? I am not convinced!"

Outside the sky, the huge face of Zhe Luo was covered in the sky, and he looked at him coldly: "I don't know how to be a good boy. Suma, discipline your disciple, let him quickly recognize the output!"

The real demon Summa frowned and said: "He will be awkward, we will lose this game. You and Zhe Huali will admit defeat."

Unwilling to anger, sighed: "In order to win the city, so many Devil brothers have died, so let go out? Master, you are willing, I am not willing!"

Suma is helpless and goes to the bounds of the day: "Senior brother, although I know that you are unparalleled in wisdom, you will admit defeat and lose the city. Isn't it good?"

Bin Shiro cold and cold: "Throwing away from the city is better than losing the life of your disciple. This battle has already lost..."

"Day of the Devil!"

Will scream, all repairs into an explosion, suddenly the world of blood in the sand table transpiration, countless rotten corpses in the blood sea piled up into a huge flesh and blood altar, will stand on the altar to rush to Qin Mu, sigh: "I Not dead, the devil does not lose!"

A sword light broke through the sky, stunning the world, pierced the **** sea, from his eyebrows flashed through, Jianguang hole wearing the sky ten miles.

Qin Mu put down the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and Jianguang contracted for the sword to fly back.

"Zhe Huali, this move is called looting."

Qin Mu said: "Zhe Huali, you can take this corpse back and let your master take a look at my sword."

Zhe Huali looked at the body that had fallen from the altar. The cockroach cracked and the two lines of blood shed down the cheeks. Suddenly, the momentum was violent, and the anger burst into the sky, and the roots stood up and screamed.

"Trust!"

The sound of the cold outside of the sky is coming: "You are not the opponent of their four!"