Fourteen people and other 14 people such as Chen Yan passed in the past. They first sealed Xiuwei and then beating like this. The iron -bearing flesh couldn't hold it. And Feng Yun did not stipulate much, but "

"

This is even more cruel!

Fourteen people were unconscious without a breath.

But Feng Yun did not order, no one dared to step forward to treat it.

"It's your turn now."

Feng Yun faintly said: "Yesterday, those who have meritorious merits, get the skull, and come forward to the list."

Suddenly more than 10,000 people take a step forward.

Drag out the head from the space ring. This is the merit, and it is also the atonement of merit. Everyone is desperately.

"More than five, free!"

Feng Yun ordered.

More than 400 people were immediately relieved, put down the head, salute, and turned back to the last edge.

A hanging heart finally put it down.

"Three of them, the sealing is the ten sticks!"

"Under three, the seal is the fifty stick!"

This liquidation has not been completed for a whole day. However, no one dares to leave, and no one dares to raise objections!

"I brought the towel, but it was useless.

"Neither war, nor does it have a towel at all. Collective!"

There are 1,700 people in these people.

Feng Yun's eyes didn't blink, his body was murderous, and his voice rose, his voice was like ice: "Night Demon!"

"Below!"

"Kill!"

Feng Yun indifferent.

"Ah? Yun Shao!" Fang Qian was stunned, all 1,700 people killed?

"My words, you didn't hear it?"

Feng Yun Li said: "Cut !!"

White light flashed, a huge ice tongzi, the 1,700 people frozen.

Tens of thousands of people stared at the same time, they saw the night demon that had always been killed. After frozen the person, he still hesitated.

Turn around to see Feng Yun.

Waiting for Feng Yun to change the idea.

They also saw that after the night demon was frozen, his eyes were looking at themselves and waiting for them.

However, in this kind of stall, no one dares to speak.

Three interests.

Feng Yunsen Han's voice came out: "Night Demon, how? How can I command you anymore?"

Fang Qiao whispered, and hated Tian Dao into a light and shadow.

Puff puff ...

1,700 people have fallen!

From beginning to end, Yan Beihan did not ask for love.

Because she knew that Feng Yun's authority was completely established at this moment! Stepping on the bodies of the descendants of the fourteen nine families, and stepping on numerous criminal sticks, the most important thing is to step on these 1,700 people!

Speed ​​up!

So she can't be happy.

Xuan Bing is broken.

One thousand and seven hundred corpses fell to the ground with a bodies, and blood spurted the blood, and it was red.

Everyone's face is pale.

Looking at the eyes of Feng Yun on the high platform, it was full of unbelievable.

Feng Wenchengzhu, who has always been gentle, is so ruthless!

One thousand seven hundred days, the eyes did not blink, so they chopped it all!

Among these thousands of people, there are even masters of nine major families! There are also people from the family!
Chapter completed!