"For the little girl to bury, you are the first!"

The cold eyebrows, suddenly a trace of blood overflowing, is full of horror.

Some of the 斩 刀 刀 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 斩 斩 斩 斩 斩 斩 斩 斩

Then the whole head of the cold, like a watermelon, smashed and exploded. Countless red and white things, fried all around.

The two holy sages who accompanied him on his side were sprayed with blood. Then, following the two people's bodyguards, they slid down to the ground. ",

Including the old cloud, this time is also stunned. Only then

that. When the knife hit, they didn't even think of blocking.

The people around me are also unbelievable. The prince of Dashang, who was hoped by the Confucian orthodox period, was stunned by the princes who were admired by countless courtiers. So he died? Simply, just die!

Even at this time, I didn't figure out what was going on.

Look at Zong Shou, still standing there quietly, his body is full of holes. The clothes are broken, and dozens of wounds are faintly visible. ""Look

It was pale and the air was weak. It seemed that the wind would blow down.

It seems that the knife is hard, and the injury is affected. At this time, the hand is gently licking the lips and coughing, and a trace of blood overflows from the fingers.

The breath is sullen and unpredictable, and the whole person seems to return from the abyss of the region, and the eyes are like the ice of the ancient times, which makes people completely unable to look directly.

Zong Shou is indeed very uncomfortable at this time. Although the gas pulse is smooth, it is not cured.

The gas of the sharp gold that could not be ejected is like a steel needle, which is stirred and pricked in his body.

At the moment, it is the second child's deciduous knife, sliding to the cuff. The Six Gods' Royal Knife decided to complete in an instant.

At this time, the pain of the flesh is far less than the hatred in the heart, the regret in the heart.

Only when a knife flies out and kills the cold, I feel slightly better.

Within his god. The light wing that stretches behind the real line. At this time, it is also quietly expanding, and it seems to be more and more brilliant.

"Well? Are you also wanting to vent some?"

Zong Shou and Zeng Xuan’s instrumental spirits did not have much communication. Since the mood resonates, the object is awakened, and he can use it freely.

However, at this moment, I can clearly feel the mind of Zeng Xuan. There is a sigh of suffocation. There is endless unwillingness, and the sadness of the owner after he dies, there is nowhere to vent.

So for thousands of years, it will only sleep, until today, only to be awakened by the shock, but still angered and hurt because of the scene thousands of years ago!

Resonance in the mood. Between the human body, it is almost one, there is no sea.

Then today, just kill a blood into a river!

Zong Shou is sneer, and the child's deciduous knife continues to slide down to the fingertips. It is a pair of transparent white wings. It is now on the knife.

He was shocked by him before. This is the entire underground corridor. They are all dead and silent.

However, it was only a moment of silence, and the people have already recovered.

Which one is old. It is even more mad and trembling, and the robes are windless and automatic.

"You know what you are doing? Actually dare to start with the imperial concubine, hateful, hateful"

There is no choice but to say that millions of blades are now out of thin air, and instantaneously like a cloud, they are like a tide.

The Confucian sage in the distance, this time is also anger: "Sure enough, the tyrannical tyrant! Altogether annihilation!"

The red dress was even more unspoken, and he flew to the back of Zongshou, pointing to the back.

It can lift the spiral force of a million miles of storm, but it only condenses at the fingertips.

The air machine does not leak, but it makes a sharp whistling sound, piercing the eardrum.

Yin Han suddenly died under the knife, but did not let any one on the scene retreat. On the contrary, it has even inspired the killing of the people in this place. The war is not reduced, and no one has retreated.

Even Han Qing, this time has already started. Actually, he was not afraid of death. Before he grabbed everyone, a sword swung out and slammed into the head of Zong Shou.

At this time, there were countless restraint spirits, and they were all provoked. A repeated black shadow, a plant of red vines, entangled the past with Zong Shou.

The magic lotus looked at the distance, and the lips were slightly bent.

That knife is of course terrifying. For this reason, it is even more important to ignore the cost and kill Zong Shou!

Do you still have to wait until the other side flees, but then come back and look for the people who are participating today.

Then this person is so severely affected, how long can it last? How many of these flying knives can be issued?

Just how to be greedy and fearful of death, at this time, you should know how to choose.

Your own life, and the future, when it is saved.

In her opinion, if it is already an enemy, it has torn the face, then it should be done at all costs, and the opponent will be wiped out! Make it completely eternal, can't turn over!

The cockroach burst, and there are twenty-three different martial arts ideas. At the same time, Zong Shou body broke out and criss-crossed. The sinful fairy force suddenly exploded in a small space.

Zongshou still stood in the same place, and it seems that it is already moving. The wounded body, in front of the sturdy Hong Tao, seemed to be helpless and weak.

At this time, even the most cautious red dress, there is a hint of relaxation in the eyes.

The darkness in the heart is dead, and the blood-sword monster in front of him is still fallen. No matter how you look at it, today, this person has no chance to resist escape!

He came from his life and did not have much hatred against Zong Shou. Instead, he gave birth to a faint feeling of pity.

In any case, after this war, the Supreme Yuanmo has been accounted for.

And that Han Qing, it is already uncontrollable, like a maddening laughter. The sword is more speedy, he wants the first one, and bows to the head of Zong Shou.

Chengxin is a sigh of relief, meditation on the name of Rongbi,

Under Zong Shoujian, Daomen died and injured hundreds of millions. Only the death of this Taoist friend made him most resentful.

Patience for two years. I think there may be no chance in the future. Do not care today. But you can see Zongshou’s body with your own eyes.

The night light of the magic lotus at this time, but found that the prime snow, at this time not only did not try to help the Zong Shou. Instead, the knife is rushing, protecting the blue-fired tortoise that carries Su Xiao’s body, and rushing back to the corner.

That look is weird. There is nothing like worrying about it.

The magic lotus can't help but she knows the girl. She is loyal to Zong Shou and more eve on the eve of love.

Not long ago, Zong Shou was in a desperate situation, but this woman did not fear the death of the force to stop. The relationship between the two people can be seen one or two.

Is it because I know that Zong Shougang has no vitality, so I no longer take the shot and flee, but that look, but why is it so strange?

At the time of her meditation, Zong Shou also had an action. And refer to the sword, hand in hand to the void,

The sword refers to the trajectory, which is unbelievable. Within the ten feet of Zong Shou, a layer of black light and shadow was scattered.

"Within ten feet, it is not a sword!"

The vortex of the red tip of the red dress, the first one fell behind the Zongshou, the distance of ten feet.

It is like a mud cow into the sea, with no sound at all. The red dress is more in front, and a huge repulsive force blocks him from moving on.

It is not impossible to continue to impact, but the red dress is faintly sensational. If you act strong, there must be something terrible today.

Then there are four Taoist holy steps, and the sword is hard and dusty.

However, they are just a muffled sound of phon, and they are still blocked outside the ten feet. That can even destroy the power of several small worlds, and it seems that they have disappeared from the traces.

Han Qing’s sword is also at this time. Sword light crossed, just like waving in the air, smooth and smooth.

However, at the moment, Han Qing’s face is already a piece of iron. The magical sword that he sent out, all of them disappeared at the moment. What makes people feel strange is that the small half of the blade, but also disappeared at the moment.

Zong Shou’s coughing sounds, and the eyes are full of bitter sarcasm.

"It’s all mouse generation! Just like Er, etc., today is not qualified to let the sword!"

Red red was shocked and raised his eyebrows.

Not qualified to let the sword sway? What does this sect mean?

It is said that there are fifteen holy sages in this place today, and even the qualifications for letting Zong Shou use swords are not available?

"Hurricane!"

The surname of the cloud is now more violent: "If you are the ultimate magical power, it is not unbreakable! If you don't annihilate you here today, the old man is sorry for His Royal Highness! Give me a break"

Thousands of blades of light, suddenly closed. Synthesizing a sword in the void, the majestic slammed down.

Still ten feet, but not even swallowed up immediately, but formed a stalemate.

The sword is twisted and has signs of division. Ten shades of black curtains also seem to have been torn apart a little.

The eyes of the people around are bright, and with this foresight, it seems that this shady black curtain is not really unbreakable. Wanjian Cirrus can do it, they can do the same.

The surname of the cloud is also a sneer: "Please ask your friends to help me! But it is just a 12-year-old gods, I am the same,"

The voice stopped abruptly, and only when the black light flashed, the huge sword seemed to be torn by countless forces and collapsed into more than a thousand pieces.

The ‘cloud old’ is just like a slap in the face, and it’s a little cold flash.

"You are too noisy!"

The knife attack came to ~lightnovelpub.net~ It was simply ignoring the law of time and it seemed to be doomed. He is a man who must die under this flying knife!

In short, when the ‘cloud old’, when the mind is clear again, the eyebrows are already extremely painful. A trace of blood spilled over and washed away.

As the consciousness fades away, the Yuanshen is forcibly killed by the power of this flying knife!

He didn't understand until he died. How did he get a knife? Why can't I do anything after seeing the knife?

How can this speed be so fast? Are these holy steps fellow initiates dead, are they dead?

This time, the magic lotus saw the faint silver-winged wing above the flying knife.

Suddenly stunned, violently shrinking, pale as paper,

"This is the second!"

Zong Shou’s gaze was also faintly looked at the magic lotus: “Are you guessing it?” (To be continued...)