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The hermit's seclusion in the eye of the eye is not just the entire southern Xinjiang. In order to be able to block the last style of Nanjiang's first sword, thousands of swordsmen rushed to Wanyu Mountain from all over the world. The skillful swordsman wants to pick the old magic eye knife to become its reputation, and the knife seeker who has lost his body in order to lose the world's highest sword skill-also rushed at the same time, no matter how many people in the rivers and lakes, the countless second son who walks and walks.

It was supposed to be a huge rally, but it was scattered before it arrived-they were said to have been attacked. One night, outside the border, the old suzerain was alone, wearing a bucket with invisible faces, and even picked dozens of sectarian knives. The best result, no one can even pick him up. After returning quietly to Wan Yushan afterwards, he retired and no one said a second sentence.

Until Fengxue's imprint, that was the biggest regret of the southern martial arts.

Moyan Changping still remembers what his father said to him before entering the customs.

"Pinger, patience. It's not the time, no matter what they want you to do, be patient.

Changping, still a teenager, still didn't understand the meaning of his father's words, but only nodded desperately. Tiger eyes tearfully saw his father step into the shadowy mountains. Until he understood his father's words, it was already a few years after serving as guardian of Da Ling Wu. Although he was only responsible for repulsing the enemies of the Witch Palace. But after all, he is not blind. Under the rule of the great spirit witch, he has not been completely ignorant of what the Witch Palace has done over the years. He is very clear that he and Da Ling Wu are two different people. If there is nothing to do with each other, it is said that they ignore each other, for fear that the knife in Changping's hand was the first to let him go.

I still remember five years ago-one night, the demon eye Changping disregarded the obstruction of his subordinates and his brother. He punched himself to prevent him from entering Houshan. His brother who was looking for his father was beaten with blood. The roar roared towards the mountains almost roaring.

"Father, I have enough. The baby is a knife, not afraid of being covered with blood. But the knife has the dignity of the child, and the baby can't be a walking dog of the great spirit witch.

The knife is ignorant, but ignorant. The blade's front should never be so.

As a sword-maker, the Da Ling Wu insults him every extra day.

"wait."

It's been more than a decade that my father's words haven't been heard.

"Child, you still have to wait.

"When will you wait?

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The father's familiar voice paused for a while, and it wasn't long before he said it meaningfully.

"Wait until the advent of the Witch King.

This sentence still haunts in his ears even now, and the magic eyes drawn from the memories look at his father who is showing up.

Can't help but think-

Suddenly his father came out now-this is what it means.

Everyone's eyes are now on Hong Jiu.

"Brother Hong, if you really have a backhand, you might as well call out." In his heart, naturally no one is his father's opponent. However, when my father appears, he will represent the person who has not yet appeared, I am afraid that he is a strong enemy never seen before.

Hong Jiu swaggered his lips, glanced at this group of people, and gave a wind, show, expression of 'waiting for my master's appearance and waiting for all the women to confess their sins', and shouted.

"Master, come on!"

Come on ... the sound echoed between the valleys. Zuo Yihong was born with a strong and powerful voice to break the gong.

After just shouting, there was no response. Hong Jiu stepped back, took a deep breath of -0, and shouted again.

"Master, you show up !!"

Come on ... the echoes overlapped and hit, and the place he made for the master was still empty.

"Big head, you come out as soon as you! I'm all in the house now!

"perhaps.

Suddenly a sound came from behind, as if-a single-handled knife placed on the side of the neck, without wind and cold.

"I'll try the unparalleled descendants of the dragon and the eighteen palms, which is also a good start. '

The man who always holds the top of the southern Xinjiang sword art does not know when he is behind Hong Jiu.

Hong Jiu had two matches against Luoming--although once and once under the false identity of Albania's, they still felt similar. As a master of supernatural powers, Luo Ming is like a splendid brilliance, and it is a famous sword as soon as it comes out of the sheath. The tempering of hatred and madness made him even more edgy. Although he lost his way, he did not lose the glory of the sword. excellent

The magic eye and throat are a dull, dull knife. No flash of light can be seen from the outside, but it is the dark place that is simple and unrecognizable, not even fast or not, and teaches people that there is a feeling that can not be ignored.

His knife is simple, always reminiscent of the essence of the knife. No matter how subtle the sword, I finally put it through the skill of using the three-foot iron to knock down the opponent in the end. It makes those desperately putting gold on the word "knife" feel ashamed and simple.

The old Sovereign of the Demon Eye Sect subdued Hong Jiu and still only used the knife.

This knife is the same as the magic eye Changping cut rain. What is fascinating is that the magic eye and the throat make it slower, slower, and more confusing.

When returning to God, the pinched hand knife has passed through the pair of iron arms of Hong Jiuyi

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