Paradise of Demonic Gods

In the next few days, most of the knights in the college left the army, and in the blink of an eye, the entire Royal Academy has become very deserted.

Fang Xingjian knees on the ground, while self-study swordsmanship, while looking at the heart of his own panel.

‘剑扫乾坤**’

Since the day he faced Huang Lin’s drinking, he has not retreated. His mind has been clear again, but he can still complete some of the opportunities.

In the past few days, he was here by Huang Lin. He simply practiced swordsmanship wholeheartedly. He planned to finish the sword without a sword. For several days, he had three swordsmanships, and the swordsmanship of the full class had reached 78.

In addition to the tempering properties, the practice of ripples is naturally non-stop.

He checked the basement in the villa and did put a lot of dry food and pickled violent animals, enough for him to eat and drink for a long time.

As for Huang Lin’s swordsmanship, he also tried it, even if he wanted to break this thing.

After a few days, Fang Xingjian looked up and sighed.

The last day of this year has passed. Fang Xingjian is about five years away, and four years have passed, and his age is 17 years old.

Looking up at the sky, Fang Xingjian’s face is calm, but there is a flame burning in his eyes.

"Magic..."

At this time, the college heard a loud noise in the distance. Fang Xingjian frowned and looked into the distance, only to find that the noise was getting more and more eye-catching. Many people seemed to have come out.

Although the Cavaliers almost all left the college, many of them, cooks, and maids are still there. As the noise is getting closer, Fang Xingjian’s eyes also see a dark skin, about twenty years old. The youth rushed in his direction.

The youth's skin is dark and chapped. At first glance, it is exposed to the sun for a long time. Both hands and feet are old, and there are bound to be a lot of physical work.

As soon as he walked to Fang Xingjian, he walked straight across the ground with the sword left by Huang Lin. He began to keep hoeing his head, his head hitting the ground, and he kept slamming his bang, and his eyes were already full. The blood stays.

Fang Xingjian looked at him so coldly. He had no sympathy and compassion. He looked at the youth and even smashed a dozen heads. He said to him with blood. "Fang Xingjian, I am the harvester of the fishing village." Lan."

Fang Xingjian looked at his eyes and his eyes were filled with pain and resentment, and he slowly remembered it in his mind.

The harvest of the fishing village is when he first arrived in the miracle world, the fishing village that had taken him in, and the high memory that he exercised with his heart, he slowly turned a shy young man in his mind to the young man in front of him.

He slowly said: "What happened."

"The old man is dead, the people in the village are dead!" Vallilan screamed on the ground, and the defenders who followed him later stopped, and looked at the scene in front of each other.

"Let's go." Fang Xingjian pushed most of the people down and said slowly: "Who did it?"

"It's the big warrior of Garcia." The man cried out: "All but the people in the village are dead. When they land, they will kill people, even the children and women will not let go!"

The great warrior of Garcia is the local knight class, the name of the Garcia people who turned a professional for the extraordinary power of life.

When I heard the cry of the youth, Fang Xingjian said: "What is Garcia? Do you know?" His eyes are like sharp swords, breaking through the air and reflecting in the eyes of the youth: "You don't lie to me, otherwise I will definitely kill you with a sword."

The youth’s instinctive body trembled and a chill came over, but he did not lie, so he did not hesitate: “It’s a **** called Mmkoya. When I hide, I hear that gang. The **** calls their leader."

The next person who did not leave was frowning: "Mmkoya, the most brave hunter in Garcia, this time Garcia led the team of three gods (corresponding to the title knight), only one of them can Known as Mumkoya."

Mmkoya, Garcia's second turn to the gods.

Of course, Garcia does not have the complete inheritance of the empire. Most of them rely on the victory and the victory.

They do not have the second turn of the empire, that is, the most important ten-day pass, one level breaks one level, changes the essence of life little by little, and deeply contacts the etheric fan, causing the general destructive power of natural disasters.

Therefore, the gods are all 20, they have no way to upgrade, but even this is not an ordinary one can beat the Cavaliers.

Fang Xingjian asked the young man: "Do you want me to take revenge for you?"

The next person was surprised: "Adults can't! This time Garcia brought a full 300 warriors, this Mmkoya is a Garminian warrior who is comparable to our title knight, the strength is not small..."

Hearing the next person’s words, the young man hesitated. He had just been full of resentment and wanted revenge. He also knew where the current situation and the strength of Mmkoya were.

Seeing his hesitation, Fang Xingjian was laughing, but his eyes were killing and flashing, and his anger was hot, like a volcanic eruption.

He has a one-handed move, a long sword has fallen into the hand, and the other hand stretched out, and the silver dragon at the waist has been pulled out.

In his heart, he said: ‘Also, I originally wanted to improve the level of swords or ripples, and then I went out to participate in the war and upgraded. I hope to reach a level of 19 before the state election in half a year. ’

However, Fang Xingjian now only feels that his mind is ready to move, and the power of a violent rush to the extreme does not stop in his own consciousness.

He knew that if he could kill Namukoya with countless pressures, he would surely be able to express his heart and true mind.

If even this pressure can't stand, then those who clean the world will not say anything. It is also difficult for him to make progress in his mind.

This is the road he chose, a very narrow and incomparable road, but Fang Xingjian did not regret it at the moment.

"You are waiting at the college. I will take the head of the Namkoya and revenge for you."

The next moment, the wind brought hundreds of shadows, and the next man and the young people were all blown out. The silver dragon in the hands of Fang Xingjian seemed to be the silver sword that the yellow lining left behind.

If Fang Xingjian's own sword and long sword, then he has to cut off these swords and get out of trouble.

However, he is now holding a sword and spreading the sword. The sword is constantly accelerating, holding the silver dragon in one hand, and relying on the sharpness of the seven-level imperial soldier.

The sword is nothing but Huang Lin’s display. It’s not easy to keep the steel sword for so long, but how can it be a seven-level imperial warrior like Yinlong, which is constantly attacked by the speed of the sword. ?

About a minute, I don’t know how many speeds of sniper slammed down, and the slamming sound continued to come. When the smoke was exhausted, a black shadow slammed out, and then the whistling sounded again and again, and the villa rose up. Hundreds of iron swords, all like the Yujian flying, followed by the black shadow flying out, puncture the air, making a squeaky sound.

Along with the disappearance of Fang Xingjian, a whistling sound came slowly and passed into the ears of everyone.

"Hey, it’s a long time."

"Hey, he’s going to heaven and earth."