"Hey!"

The sword and shadow flashed, and several people quickly staggered, and the flesh tears also sounded in it, and the figure fell to the ground one after another.
Yang Shensi looked down at the corners of the mouth of a sword that ran through his abdomen.
"This is impossible!"
Inkstone stared at Yang Shensi intensely, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Yang Shensi pulled out his sword and threw it with a clatter.
And the inkstone neck suddenly spewed out a fog of blood, and the whole person fell to the ground.
"Heavenly corpse!"
Wenshanjing’s canthus beats
"You have cultivated the skill of that man to stay in heaven!"
"Good" Yang Shensi eyebrows.
"It seems that you really know something, so you can’t let it go."
Then he took a step back and clapped his hands gently. The orderly rhythm was like a sign that several people’s feet suddenly cracked.
Peng!’
A unkempt figure jumped out of the ground and the horror swept the field.
And see the figure in the backcourt all don’t change color.
"Hey!"
"Master!"
"How?"
However, this figure is impressively the death of the father in the mouth of Wenshanjing, the old Wang of Qingzhu Gang. His hands were as warm as prison when he was a megatron.
But at this time, Wen Lao Wang’s face was stiff, and his eyes smelled a strange stench. It seems that he is not alive.
but
Not if the living can move?
"Yang Shensi!"
Wenshanjing eyes wide open nu way
"You actually took my dad’s body and refined it!"
Refining the body?
What do you mean?
Liu Mengyan’s thought turned sharply. A few people turned around in the presence, and there was already a refund in their hearts.
"Since you don’t do this," Yang Shensi lowered his eyebrows and slowly raised his hand toward several people.
"Kill them!"
"Hey!"
Wen Lao Wang’s body suddenly rushes out with both feet, which is as fast as shooting arrows with a serial crossbow, making it difficult to respond.
Peng!’
A collision with Yang Shensi vomited blood and regressed.
What’s going on?
Everyone is one leng.
"Hey!"
Only Wenshanjing was ecstatic.
"This is my father’s blessing in heaven. I’m waiting for Yang, and you’re still alive!"
"This is impossible!"
Yang Shensi roared back his future accent, so he was forced to go back with a fan at Wenshanjing, and an old Wang Wen rushed at the same time.
Chapter 59 Treasure
"What the hell!"
Zhou Yi flew back with a knife and crashed into the wall, and the brick pile broke out. The wall turned out to be a humanoid depression.
He was panting and his eyes were fixed on the shadows in the field.
The shadow is weak, and the skin is as strong as steel. Even a long knife can’t hit the head. It’s more like iron casting.