August 15th, Daqing.

In the newly-built venue, there have been a lot of people.

The Tibetan Soldiers House dominates the world, and it is necessary to hold an alliance. Shunchang is dead, and which rivers and lakes will dare not come?

As early as a few days ago, there were sporadic warriors who arrived and gathered together into tens of thousands of people.

In particular, most of these people are warriors of more than three products, almost covering the essence of the entire Shenzhou martial arts!

For the sudden rise of the soldiers, they are inexplicably inexplicable, some are very embarrassing, and some are the most direct hatred.

But no matter what the mood, you can only come to the venue, silently waiting for the last stroke of the right path!

Although martial arts are divided into black and white, in fact, most of them are still wall grass.

If the Tibetan Soldiers Building is successfully boarded, those old fritters will definitely lose their hearts and minds, and if they are on the right track, they will not be willing to change themselves and become benevolent people.

"This time, the Tibetan army owner Nangong is hopeless, but he has made up his mind to stand up to the world. On the same day, he will kill the flag of the goddess of the goddess... oh, it is rumored that this woman has a natural beauty and is really worthy of the next. Going out."

"The face of the goddess, this time I am afraid I am not going to be swollen!"

"Compared with the saint, there is still one person who is accompanied by Jiang Xiaodie, but it is not very famous..."

"But can be juxtaposed with the saints, and the identity will be ordinary?" Another well-informed person made a mysterious color: "As far as I know, this woman should be the master of the sword, and also with the legend. That person, some unclear relationship!"

"so……"

A circle of old fritters around the air suddenly sighed: "Dragon fights, not endless!"

Jiang’s ancestors passed by, and there was no sadness and no joy on the face.

As a well-known master of the product, he is also invited to participate in the sword.

Moreover, Jiang Xiaodie of Jiangjia has never left his home. After he became the master of the sword, he changed his surname back to 'Jiang'. Even the most well-informed martial arts person may not know him and his partner. relationship.

This is so true, and it is not because of my heart.

‘... among the magic gates, I’m afraid to know the origins of Little Butterfly...’

Jiang’s ancestors clenched the ordinary iron sword in their hands: “It’s a big deal... I’m going to be here!”

At this point, his waist was straight, and the whole person was like a sword, so that several people who were still whispering around were shunned.

"Who is this person?"

"Wang Hua Shen Jiang, the father, even he has come?"

"It's not rumored that this person's appearance is wretched. Is it the one with the most no master's demeanor? How can it be so temperamental? Is it like a sword?"

Around, many or surprised, or deep eyes cast, have kept a certain distance from him.

After all, when the **** knife smashed the golden wind and drizzle the landlord, it was in the old house of Jiangjia!

Even if I don't know the relationship between this person and the sword-stricken master, many people with a clear eye know that the Jiang family may not be able to discuss it in the future. It is not bad to go down the stone.

"Wang Jiang is coming, may I join the admission with me?"

At this time, a group of black swordsmen came, the face of the first person was rigid, two red eyebrows hang down, and invited to the Jiang family ancestors.

"Since it is the invitation of Wanhua Jianzong of the martial arts holy land, the old man is naturally disrespectful!"

Jiang Laotou smiled in good faith and went forward to join the Wan Jianjian sect.

This Wanhua Jianzong is similar to the Tiannuongzong. It is the original martial arts holy land, and it is hard to support under the mad attack of the magic gate.

Of course, it is also Fang Yuan who intends to let them go, so that they can survive and survive.

The two joined in and took the top position in the venue, both sitting down.

Jiang’s ancestors endured and endured, and finally couldn’t help but secretly said, “What about the man? Where is it? If the Emperor’s sword is not available, the Tibetan army building really wants to unite Shenzhou and Wulin. It is impossible to accomplish the great achievements of the lords of heaven and earth!"

"This...we don't know!"

Wanhua Jianzong’s red-browed master’s voice carries a hint of sorrow: “Only after knowing that the Emperor’s Swordmaster was born, he took the corpse’s body and walked away, no news...”

"what?"

The Jiang family ancestors listened to this, and an old blood almost didn't spit it out: "Then you dare to come here, don't you vote for it?"

"This time, not only will I come, but the Emperor of Heaven will also come... and there are Zhao family, Qian family, Sun family and so on to support the family of the martial arts..."

The red-browed lord's face is firm: "Even if the Emperor Sword Lord does not come, we must come, because we are the backbone of the martial arts!"

As soon as this statement came out, he had a strong sense of righteousness.

It is not the mysterious and mysterious method of Confucius, but the true sacrifice and fearlessness!

This is the righteousness of Jianghu Baidao who is in charge of the martial arts for a hundred years, and inspires generations of martial arts people to throw their heads and sprinkle blood!

"Fake it? Because it is the last spine, so I am sent to the door to ask for a discount?"

Jiang’s ancestors turned a blind eye: “Isn’t it to stimulate your blood to attract the Emperor’s sword?”

"For the sake of martial arts, everyone can sacrifice. At the crucial moment, even if the sect is dead, the road is broken, what is it?"

The red-browed lord is generous.

"Oh, huh... really, to the extent that the Emperor Swordmaster will not shoot? The celestial swordsmen of the dynasties are the ones who are cherished by the world, the great and the great, the wise and the brave, not so!"

The Jiang family ancestors shook their heads and knew the virtues of these people.

In fact, they can't say that they are wrong. At least compared with Confucius, they are the right place for martial arts.

But it’s very complicated to hold the righteousness and sacrifice others without hesitation. It’s your turn to be the same.

"Well? 浣花神剑?"

The ancient seven-star who was in the presence of the order looked at the ancestors of the Jiang family. The scorpion moved slightly and immediately sighed.

He looked around in a circle. At this time, in the meeting place, the demon door suddenly hosted the helm of each faction as the master.

Originally, you still need to hide the magic gates of the six tracks. One by one, you can walk in the sun with greatness. Even the heads and the proprietors have to pay a smile. It’s really unimaginable. .

"Just... all this, not because of my own efforts, but because of that person!"

When I think of the landlord, the ancient seven stars are complex.

Once upon a time, he also regarded the young man as his goal and the object that must be surpassed.

I can't imagine it, just a few years ago, the other side not only martial arts to the realm that he could not imagine, but also unified the magic door, dominated the rivers and lakes, and completed the long-cherished wish of the celestial gods.

Even his master had to bow to the other side.

Today, it is about to embark on the peak!

"How much I think... this person will be me!"

The ancient seven-star star secretly sighed, buried his feelings in the bottom of his heart, his face is cold, and the ancient well has no waves.

"Time is coming!"

The gathering of the eight parties will fill the venue with a leak of water, but it will be orderly and almost silent.

Along with the high quality of the master of ceremonies, all the eyes converge on the high platform in the center of the venue.

The length of the platform was nine and nine, paved with white malachite. At this time, two wooden frames were erected.

In a commotion, the two women were tied up.

Tang Shushu wore a robes, Yushu Linfeng, and the money went to the center of Shitai, and he held a fist to the four dough groups: "You are polite!"

‘I can’t think of it... the fourth book of the gods of the past, the first beautiful man of the martial arts, also trusted the magic door! ’

Seeing this scene, many old people are frowning, even the Red Eyebrows are the same.

After all, if he really wants to fight alone, he is not necessarily the opponent of Tang Shushu who has lost his soldiers.

‘Dao’s devil is long...’

I don't know how many people in the right way sighed, but when they saw the sorcerer's door, they still had to lose a smile.

At this time, ninety-nine percent of the sects that were called up were conquered by the Tibetan soldiers. They had already passed through. Only the remaining virgin female patriarchs and Wanhua Jianzong could keep their knees.

"...The group is full of talents, there is a long history of salty, and the history of the martial arts in China is as good as this, and there are not many times..."

On the stage, Tang Shushu does not have the manager's talent, and his key is that the internal strength is deep and the sound is full and audible, as in the ear.

"...Since the Emperor Wu, Shenzhou has not had a true ally for so many years. Many sects have attacked each other and the people of the world have suffered. For this reason, my family is mournful and willing to mediate disputes for the martial arts. Tired with the world..."

As I said before, many people are nonsense. When they hear this, they are inspired by the spirit and know that the drama is coming.

"I am a soldier's building. At this time, I have a million people. I am eager to solve problems in the martial arts. I have captured two witches!"

Tang Shushu squinted his eyes and said that Jiang Xiaodie and Biyun’s behavior were described as offensive and sinister: “The death of the lord of the lord, killing the ceremonial flag... and never letting these dangerous elements of intent to subvert the martial arts must be Check it out!"

‘After checking it out, is that the next battle? The background of the saint is not the goddess? ’

At this point, many eyes fell on the seat of the female patriarch.

Although the martial arts were abolished, the celestial lord seemed to have recovered a little before, and still calmly.

At this time, the money stood up and the voice cleared: "My goddess is the right way, when it is not so filthy! This woman is my holy woman, but your Tibetan army is treated like this, what is your heart?"

Oh!

The scene is awe.

The lord of the heavenly woman is undoubtedly torn the face, and the bayonet will be red.

......

"Hey..."

Next to the venue, the roof of the Tibetan Army Building, Fang Yuanju, is overlooking this scene.

"More and more of the behind-the-scenes look of the **** hand... just by tradition, my counter-number seems to be not very good."

He looked sad and unhappy, and waved his hand.

In the venue, all the Tibetan soldiers walked the dog with a solemn face and received a signal of hands-on.