The dust gradually dissipated, and the other secret martial artists finally saw the two figures in the inside.

Dou Lingzhen frowned a little earlier, and he was a strong martial artist. When the real powers in the eyes can gather together, the land in a few miles can be seen in the hole, and the gray sand in the area can't stop his eyesight.

First of all, there was a little doubt. The next moment when the eyes swept over Zongshou’s face and the pair of cat ears on the head of the snow, the look was a bit of a mistake: “Are you the Tianshan Mountain?”

The face is faintly familiar, and was seen not long ago in the portraits sent by the people of Yunxiao Mountain.

Even before the tenth interest, he had calculated that he would seek the possession of the property that the man carried with him.

But I don’t want to have just passed a moment, this person has already arrived.

The heart is not happy, this mine is not the best place to kill?

Then he was puzzled. In front of this boy, it is clear that there is no inner strength, and as it is said in the rumor, it is a waste that can't be practiced in parallel.

It’s only a spiritual sword that can be used to clear the arm, but at least it’s a spiritual master who can vacate the royal machine. Three stone sarcophagi, the momentum is comparable to the nine-pulse secret martial arts, but also need to be above the dilemma to be able to motivate.

He only subconsciously thought that the girl next to this tiger cat was in control. I can see this girl carefully at this moment, and I am only the secret martial artist of Jiufeng Peak. The soul power that escapes is more common, and it should not be able to raise the spiritual realm.

That sword and three stone sarcophagi, who is manipulating? The question of immediate moments came to the fore.

Ming is also a glimpse, carefully looked at Zong Shou's face like a flame burning. And when he looked at the line, he also looked bright when he passed by the first snow. Touching the wound at the broken arm of the left hand, the face could not be distorted again, and he smiled and said: "Who is who he is! The man, give me a slap in the air, I want him to order the sky lantern, burn for ten days and die. Solve my hatred of the broken arm. That woman I also want my magic spirit flag, just missing a blood slave!"

Dou Ling really screamed and suddenly laughed. With this kind of spirit and three stone sarcophagi, who is in control, what is weird inside, and why do you have to manage so much?

The eyes are flashing, only one gesture at random. The twenty strong bows behind him immediately made a whistle and sound. The whole twenty-headed giant arrow went through the air. The bow opens and the chain, only the ten interest is a few strong arrows to wear out.

Followed by the two congenital martial artists. Wearing heavy iron armor, the action is like a bonnet in the mountains, and the movement is gentle and quick. While guarding the black wave of the flying spin in the air, it quickly approached.

The arrows only hit the three stone sarcophagi, and the stones were flying at once. After a series of slamming, the sound of the slamming sound, the giant force carried by the arrow only makes the huge body of the scorpion, and it is constantly regressing.

In the first snow, I couldn’t help but see the color of anxiety. Zong Shou, who is next to him, is still in a daze and has no reaction.

Seeing that it was only the ten arrows, and the three stone sarcophagis were already in the hole, and it was difficult to cover them all. Only the slate is very solid, but it can only fly a small half of the arrow. The first snow suddenly rushed, and the subconscious was to stop in front of Zongshou.

However, her figure was just moved and was grabbed by a powerful hand. When I turned my head and looked at it, I saw that Zong Shou was just looking at the front with a smile. The hesitant color in the eyes has long since faded away, leaving only a hint of helplessness and coldness.

When the first snow heart is loose, it is awkward. At this moment, the sect of Zong Shou gave her a different feeling. In the past, she would feel very cordial when she was screaming and laughing. At this moment, Zong Shou is still a little smile, looking in her eyes, but it seems that it is not a stranger, it seems no feelings, extraordinarily indifferent.

Suddenly and fiercely, a chill, only the surrounding temperature, suddenly cold. The wind in this pothole is very cold, but it is not like this at the moment, making people cold into the bone marrow. The blood is like freezing.

The next moment, I only listened to the faint voice of Zongshou.

"Snow, close your eyes!"

The first snow looks awkward. At this time, you can die in an instant. How can you close your eyes? She has no blind war with people.

His eyes hesitated for a moment, and the first snow closed his eyes. The voice of Fang Zongshou, especially dignified, is also extraordinarily serious. Anyway, no matter what, she listened to her command from the Lord, whether it was life or death.

The front of the eyes is dark, and the sound of "铮" is also heard by the ear. The first snow tried to identify with the idea, and it was the sound of the thunder sword. This unfinished spirit soldier, now in the package of Sichuan and Jin, actually boiled up and hung in the air.

Then the voice of Zong Shou, sounded again.

"Remember, there is no command from the Lord. I must never blink."

The first snow looks awkward again, what is it, why can't I see it? The heart is sinking, and the idea of ​​raising the stock is not good. If it is a young master, it is self-aware that there is no victory and forget, and I plan to work hard with these people. Don’t let yourself see, it’s to save yourself

For a time, Chu Xuefang’s heart was filled with numbness. Eyelids fretting, struggling.

Zong Shou at this moment, there is no other thing in the mind.

On the eve of this seal, he really did not want to use the mouth just for today's situation, but it is not necessary.

A sigh, the strength of the chilly body around the body, only in a flash, it is a few more steps.

Moss Xue, on both sides of the underground stream nearby, is also dying.

Countless deaths, entangled in his right hand.

"Huang Quan's stagnant water, blue and cold water one by one"

Zong Shou made a scorn and walked forward with his hand, while holding the thunder sword. The right hand was turned into a gray color, as if it were a dead person. The whole person is not half angry. Three thousand hairs on the head, more in this time, from top to bottom, all turned into pale colors.

And when it’s really turbulent, it’s ‘oh’s a light

Ming. On the thunder sword, a trace of thunder and lightning, water and fire

It’s really strong, and it’s also revealed from the tip of the sword.

Blending with the gray gas, no part of each other

Harmony, and no rejection.

The so-called water of Huangquan, the blue sky, is the dead

The atmosphere is gathered. And the power of death, this is the law of the heavens.

miscellaneous. Anything can lead to death. Regardless of gold wood fire

The five elements of the earth, or the light and dark yin and yang wind and thunder. No matter which one

Like the power of death

Therefore, instead of being unharmonious, they resonate with each other, water

A milky blend!

The scornful voice of Zong Shou continues. Evening wave

Move, bring up a gray shadow that comes from the chilly power,

With gray and dead, it seems to be turned into a river, in this land.

The turbulent flow in the lower space.

"The gathering of the Yin River, the door of the nine secluded. This sword is clear,

Admonish the death! ”

With this voice, the sect keeps the whole person, as if disappearing

The world. Blending with this Taotao River.

At the moment, I first felt the change of the sect, except for hesitation.

Whether it’s the first snow that blinks, that’s the killing

Of course, the two innate martial artists. Pupil shrinks

A terrifying color.

Only at this time, the gray sword shadow suddenly disappeared from the air

Turn to the pole. Purple Thunder flashes, this evening is like no real

Body, worn out from the ghost, the ghost is extremely, it is the eye

before.

Even the heavy armor worn by these two congenital martial artists

like water off a duck's back.

Can't even sense, the pieces of the neck are like

Pierced like a yuba, and then the neck, I feel a bit of a blade

chill.

For a time, I was horrified, I was waiting for it, that

The shadows of the gray and dead people are already from them.

The gap between the two passes through and there is no love.

After a full moment, I was shocked that I was not dead yet.

Go, there is no blood in the wound at the neck.

It’s just like the two people’s hearts and minds, some happy face

At the time of the encounter, they were all very shocked.

square.

I saw the opposite figure, at an alarming rate,

‘Withered, dried up. Not only can you not feel the slightest force

Qi, the skin is also aging, even quickly.

The whole process is terrifying and desperate.

to!

There is only one thought left in my heart. What sword is this time? in this way

Horror, so overbearing?

Zong Shou’s figure is still rushing. With the help of Waidan

Force, a jump is more than ten feet. The sword shadow flickers, easy,

Just pick the arrow that was shot.

The distance between Baizhang is just a moment. Dou Lingzhen is also

Looks like a white, look at the gray sword, his eyes are full of surprise

Fear, feeling the situation is weird. This pale white shadow,

It also seems to be dangerous to the extreme.

The rumor is the dry man’s dry Tianshan son, how is it possible?

Will Wu? And it’s a double repair of the spirit and the martial arts.

for?

This body of law, what is the origin of this swordsmanship? So

different?

I don’t have time to think about it.

The road character is played. In midair, it turns into a fire dragon and rushes forward.

Bite. The claw chain between the sleeves also burst out and stalked to Zongshou.

Grab.

But I saw that the friend’s glory flashed, the dragon in the sky,

Has disappeared without a trace. Then the second sword is swung out, and the dozens of claw chains,

Just do your workout.

In front of the gray-white sword, like everything,

Such as dead wood, can be easily cut off!

Dou Lingzhen is a sword, and he is extremely aggressive.

Hey, sharp knife, directly next to the stone wall, open a few feet deep

mark. At this moment, I saw a cold breath. Memory

In ~lightnovelpub.net~ there is only one person who can make such a sword.

"Sword! You are Yunxiaoshan ‘Sword, Lu Qing?”

When the voice is exported, Dou Ling really feels wrong. Rumor

Qing, is a burly big man, nearly forty years old. But this boy,

It is less than fifteen, not as easy as it is.

There is also this sword, although it has been cultivated in the first step of the congenital, stubborn

Make a sword. However, what he feels at the moment is a kind of

Straight into the heart of the death of the meaning.

As if this is the case, no matter how it changes, no matter how

Blocking, can not change the final result.

This sword is even stronger than the ‘Sword, Lu Qing.

Times!