The disciples of the town’s Tiangong, who are uncomfortable, almost want to vomit blood. It is obvious that Hansen’s power is not as good as that of bamboo. However, there is a feeling of even power, which is complicated and contradictory.

Many of the elders of the king’s class saw the momentum of Hansen’s body, and they all showed a sense of suspicion.

They feel the same as the general disciple of the town, but they see it more clearly.

Hansen’s absolute power is indeed worse than the promotion of the Marquis’s lonely bamboo. However, the artistic conception and momentum have not been suppressed, but have become more and more solid and strong.

As the knife of the lonely bamboo continues to climb, Hansen’s artistic conception has also been constantly changing, and has never been suppressed by the bamboo.

The two people’s moods are too horrible. They have already condensed the essence of the naked eye. The disciples of the town’s temples who watched the battle, what they saw, are no longer the opposite of the bamboo and Hansen’s confrontation. The evil spirits and a jade white light are in confrontation, and the two terrible momentums collide. It seems to be the alternation of the night and the white, the blend of black and white, no one can take advantage of it, nor can it suppress any of them. .

boom!

The two forces seem to push to the limit at the same time. They have crossed a certain boundary. The artistic conception under the dreams of the beasts has not been able to block the momentum of the two. The two momentums have spread, and many disciples of the Tiantian Temple feel that their brains are about to explode. of.

"Hey!" Lonely bamboo screamed, holding a ghost tooth knife in both hands, held high above his head, with the terrorist power that had broken the limit, he must face Hansen.

All the elders, such as Yun Changkong, are secretly laughing. When this knife goes down, there will be a tragedy, and there is no room for it.

The owner of the town Tiangong also sighed and stood up from the seat, ready to interfere.

In the hands of Hansen, the jade sword is pointed to the lonely bamboo. It is unshakable like a mountain, and the eyes are clear without fear and retreat.

The lonely bamboo looks stunned, and the man and the knife merge into one. The fierce flame is like a volcanic eruption and goes straight into the sky.

When everyone thought that they would leave this knife, the ghost tooth knife was condensed in the air and could not kneel down. The eyes of the lonely bamboo stared at Hansen, or stared at the jade sword in Hansen’s hand. The complex emotions in the interior are uncertain.

On a green, grassy meadow, a little girl, eight or nine years old, with a pair of big scorpions holding a jade sword, clumsy and sturdy practicing swordsmanship, accidentally jade sword hit his head, suddenly Sitting on the ground, throwing away the jade sword and rubbing his eyes.

"How did you cry again?" A young boy smiled in front of the little girl, reaching out and palming and asked the little girl's head.

"Brother, I don't practice the sword, and the stinky sword bullies me." He said with a sigh of tears.

"How can the sword bully you? It is your most loyal little partner, as long as you are good to it, it will listen to you." The young man said Yu Jian.

The nephew whispered and said: "The nephew is already very good to it. Every day, it is cleaned and cleaned, and it is scented, but it is not swearing, it is mad."

The teenager smiled and took the jade sword to the side of the grass and waved it. The jade sword was flowing in his hand, just like a dragon flying in a circle.

"Hey, really good for it, is to understand it, not fragrant incense." The young boy converges on the sword, handed the jade sword back to the girl, and glared at her head.

"I don't care, anyway, it's the most annoying. If you don't listen to your child's words, just listen to your brother's words." The child said with a small mouth, but with a smile in the big eyes.

......

In the small courtyard, the youth's decadent squatting at the pool, vomiting constantly, it seems that even the bile is about to spit out.

"Brother, how do you drink this again?" A girl with a big scorpion came out of the house and ran anxiously to the youth, trying to lift the youth.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." The young man muttered unclearly.

"Brother, the failure of a moment is nothing, I know that you are the most powerful, you will be able to win again, you have to cheer up." The girl helped the youth, look serious.

However, the young man has fallen to the ground and the personnel are not known.

When the girl pulled it a few times, she couldn’t pull it up. She had to run into the house and took a quilt on the young man. She sat next to the teenager and looked at the sky full of pious prayers: “If the world really There is God, and my nephew asks you to help my brother, let him cheer up again, no matter what the deaf children pay, they are willing."

Under the moonlight, the young man squatted on the ground and slipped a tear in his eyes.

"Hey..." Lonely bamboo stared at the jade sword's lips, and there was no sound at all. There were countless complicated emotions in the eyes.

"I can't fall down... I can't fall down here... even if it's dead... even if there is only a dirty, muddy soul... I have to go..." The eyes are getting more and more determined.

Terror, like a sinister knife, condenses in the air, but instead of squatting, it gradually converges.

"The lonely bamboo seems to be awake!" The woman next to the owner of the town of Tiantian gave a surprised voice.

The elders, such as Yun Changkong, are also happy, but they are just surprises.

The devil has been so deep-seated, and if he wants to completely suppress it, even the king’s state of mind may not be able to do it. It is rare that the bamboo can be clear at this time, and how can it suppress the demons.

Han Sen looked at the lonely bamboo, and his eyes flashed a trace of surprise. Lonely bamboo actually controlled the demons that would be completely outbreak at the last moment. After all, it was not completely indulged.

The body of the bamboo trembles as if it is experiencing some kind of unspeakable pain. The horrible negative emotions and knives are converge back to his body a little.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, the singularity of the evil spirits suppressed the evil spirits back into the body, and his whole person looked even more terrible than the evil spirits.

The aristocrats of the Tiangong Palace were both surprised and happy, and could not imagine how they did it.

Hansen also converges on strength, and hangs down the jade sword and looks at the lonely bamboo. For a time, all the breath in the martial arts field converges.

Lonely bamboo throws the ghost tooth knife to Hansen and said faintly: "I have been promoted to the Marquis, and should not continue to participate in the war. You won this battle."

Hansen took the ghost tooth knife and returned the jade sword to the lonely bamboo.

Lonely bamboo took over the jade sword, gently wiped it, carefully retracted the scabbard, as if the jade sword is the world's most expensive treasure.

Looking at the back of the lonely bamboo, Han Sen muttered to himself: "There is a ghost in his body, but an angel in his heart, a strange man."

No one thought that such a thrilling battle would end in this way, but this would not affect their inner excitement.

After the battle ended for a long time, it was still often mentioned, but all the disciples of the Tiangong Temple who had seen this battle remembered two figures, which may be hard to forget in this life.