"Good, very good, you admit it!"

Tang Shushu said with a serious look: "So, the Tianzong Zong is the evil sect who intends to ruin the martial arts. You are all the same party! There is nothing wrong with sin! My generation of martial arts is right, you must not spare you!"

Although he turned black and white at this time, he had a strange feeling in his heart, that is, the general trend, Shunchang died!

"I will wait for the main building of the Tibetan army to attack the source of the disaster!"

Many of the fans jumped out, and the disciples were directly drawn out. ~With~dream~small~say~щ~~lā

At the time, the entire venue was arrogant.

"Oh... who is black and white, the world has its own public opinion!"

The celestial lord sneered aloud: "I haven't thought about leaving to live alive today. But even if I have to bury myself here, let the world's warriors see your true face!"

‘Look at it, what can it do? In this world, after all, it is force to decide everything...’

Tang Shushu sighed in his heart and waved his hand.

Around the Tiannzong, many small small factions retreat like a shun god, giving up a large open space.

"How? Who else?"

The cold scorpion of Tang Shushu swept the audience.

In fact, in the right way, there are still many people who once talked with him about wine, even his relatives and friends.

But at this time, it is a strong restraint of their own mood.

After all, betting on both sides, no matter who wins or loses, whoever wins, can have a reservation in the end. If it is desperate, it may be overwhelmed!

Therefore, he is truly relying on the magic road, even if Fang Yuan ordered him to kill his own sect, he would not hesitate to execute.

"The goddess of the heavens, I am going to advance and retreat with you!"

The red-browed lord shouted and took the initiative to come out to the heavenly woman.

"And my iron-blooded gun!"

"I am three rivers helpless!"

"I am Zhao, Qian, Sun, three!"

"And my Jiang family!"

Jiang’s ancestors sighed and slowly stood up.

Even with these people, the right way is a drop in the ocean, surrounded by people who are ten times as many as their own, showing a strong sense of loneliness.

According to thousands of people, there is no end to it!

After a moment of blood, even the black disciple of Wanhua Jianzong could not produce a sense of sorrow that ‘I am not wrong’.

"Oh... you guys, I’m afraid it’s not enough for us to sew!"

At this time, a black man with a knife and a knife came to the side with a smirk, and the voice was cold: "Old man blood butcher!"

"He is the first master of the magic door? Blood butcher?"

"I heard that this person likes to be the best in the right way, cutting the meat and drinking!"

"My master has long been awkward and falls in his hands. He is not able to survive. He can't die. If he breaks himself early, he will be happy..."

This **** slaughter is so famous that some right-handed disciples just hear his name and can't fight in double battles.

"Oh... the landlord has orders, although he is guilty, but the younger disciples are not evil. If you can get lost, you can prove your merits, but you can also spare your life!"

Blood Tu Su was interested in saying the order before Fang Yuan.

When Tang Shushu heard it, the donkey couldn’t help it.

In the right way, people want to use their own life to stimulate the martial arts, but the landlord's hand is a bottom-up.

Under the death of life, really one will not waver?

He stared at the front, and suddenly he saw a low-ranking disciple rushing out without saying a word.

"Bold!"

The red-browed lord was angry, because this disciple was a man of his sword.

At this point, a finger, a sword will quickly stab.

Hey!

In the middle of the air, another spurt came first, and the sword gas was intercepted. The voice of Xue Tu Su Xiaoyan came: "How? Red eyebrows... Your disciples must prove you, you are angry and angry, killing people in public, and What is it to say?"

"Not bad... Red-browed this person, face with kindness, once...had killed three apprentices, just to preserve his reputation, it is simply a reputation..."

The disciple who escaped from seeing this saw a flustered, hateful hate in his eyes, and suddenly spoke loudly, making the crime of red-brows public.

As for how many codifications, how many spring and autumn brushstrokes, it is really a matter of opinion.

"The thief, if you know this man's wolf ambition, you should not accept him!"

The red eyebrows almost blew up the lungs.

His fame and reputation, old-fashioned, like the Song and Ming philosophers who can kill his daughter, is not fake, but this apprentice is added to his head for the sake of his life, which makes him unable to stand.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of death and has no value.

"This red eyebrow is such a thing. If you are with him, it must be a shackle. When the crimes are made public, the world will condemn!"

Blood Tu Su laughed and waved his hand immediately: "Who is not breaking with it today is the enemy of my Tibetan army building!"

His fingers moved, pointing to the direction of the grass.

Really the two sides are enemies, still want to go to the right and left, do not go to the team, is it not a dream?

‘The idea of ​​the Tibetan Army Building is to use us as cannon fodder? ’

‘Bitter also, although the martial arts master lost all the martial arts, but the door protection is not vegetarian, let alone a red-browed lord and several great family owners! ’

A few of the points that were pointed at each other suddenly looked at each other.

"How? The Epee, Kuishan, Tianhemen, you still don't do it, do you have doubts?"

Those neutralists hesitated, but they saw the face of the blood butcher, knowing that if they continued to hesitate, the 80% Tibetan soldiers would dare to clean them up.

The blood butcher is also very eye-catching. It does not push all the neutrals to the opposite side. Instead, it specifically points out a few masters and forces the team.

Even if I knew that it was a strategy of disintegration, the masters of those big factions had to stand up and slightly bowed their hands: "The Tibetan soldiers have a life, and I have to obey!"

For the Zongmen and his family, they have to go to death!

"kill!"

At the next moment, the figures flew, and the power of the sword was soaring.

The original venue immediately became a place of killing and death.

One young talent and one young martial arts fell, and in a blink of an eye, the people who were named three martial art were killed and wounded.

"The Swordsman, Wanhua Palace..."

Blood Tu Su was proudly named again.

With so many people present, the heap can pile up these right lanes.

"Blood butcher, eat me a sword!"

But at this time, the right way people obviously will not obey the instructions, go to fight with the neutrals, not worth the candle.

The red-browed swordsman shouted and walked with the sword, pointing to the blood butcher.

"I am waiting for death, blood will last forever!"

The celestial patriarch and other people also suddenly joined and killed the disciples around them.

"Haha... I’m coming to die!"

The blood-sucking Su is not afraid, and he has a long knife on his back to greet the long sword of the Red Eyed Emperor.

"Ugh……"

Tang Shushu sighed, his hands were like wearing butterflies, changing his mind, and shrouded the goddess of the heavens.

His martial arts are naturally different.

Even if there are no soldiers, they can be steadily placed in the top three.

The first tyrant is not out, it is simply invincible.

"Hundreds of flowers are wrong!"

He punched out in a fist, and the flowers in the sky were suddenly blooming.

Among the scent of flowers, one of the celestial sons of the heavens changed their face and fell softly.

This is still the legacy of Tang Shushu, but other magical disciples, but it is fierce and incompetent, the most important thing is that the people are widowed and take advantage of it.

The magic door practice, always cruel and overbearing, cold and ruthless.

After a while, the broken limbs were broken and the blood was drifting.

On the right side of the road, there are only a few people left, standing alone in the center.

‘It’s so easy? ’

The ancient seven-star sword and a sword in front of a famous disciple became two flaps, and suddenly there was some loss of God.

Some things, before they were obtained, were simply thinking about the night, adding countless good illusions to them, but after they got it, they found that it was the same thing.

At this time, he has a sense of loss that is unclear and unclear.

"Red eyebrows, it seems that you and I are gambling wrong!"

The female patriarch looked around and saw the loss of the female virgin disciple. The same was true of the other families. She could not help but smile at the red-breasted lord.

In order to protect her, this man has been broken in one arm. At this time, his face is pale, but his eyes are like fire: "The righteousness is here, and you will die! Even if I wait for it to be destroyed today, it is also a eternal life!"

“Wan Wan Liu Fang?”

The blood butcher seems to have heard a big joke: "History has always been written by the winners. Our landlord is ready to publish the chronicle of the martial arts. I assure you that your role will be stinking forever!"

"Impossible! Impossible!"

The red-browed lord is a stagnation. For him and others, this statement is more terrible than any previous injury.

"All killed!"

The blood Tusu looked at the goddess of the goddess and suddenly said: "Leave this girl, hehe..."

Tang Shushu went over and didn't want to look at it again: ‘Why... that person still doesn’t appear? ’

The Emperor's sword can't be found, and there is no need to hide the landlord. It is this group of people who can dominate the world!

‘Is not supposed to be... The lord of the Heavenly Emperor’s Swords is a generation of hearts, is it true that rumors are true, and the Emperor’s sword and the Heavenly patriarch are falling over? ’

Just as he thought about it, a dark cloud slowly drifted over and covered the sky.

Huh!

The breeze blew, and then turned into a whistling wind.

This vision of heaven and earth, but I don’t know how much more than the celestial martial arts, it is a hundred thousand times the gap.

In the venue, all the warriors felt a huge pressure, repaired to a slightly weaker, and even fainted directly.

Although people have not arrived, the breath can make people bow down!

"he came!"

The goddess and the like have a touch of joy on their faces, while the people in the magical way are horrified.

The Emperor of Heaven, the last hope of this martial arts, the redemption star that will appear in the catastrophe of the savage, finally appeared!

"Come on?"

Fangyuan’s independent high-rise building is sitting on the wind.

The Emperor of Heaven did not show up, and there was no need for him to do so.

Bang!

At this time, the thunder and madness of the nine days and tenths of the land, smashed into a single, crashed, the target pointed to the Tibetan General Building, like a sacred!