The old man smiled and caressed his beard, and his manners were full of gratification, half-squinting and looking at the silver-haired woman under the field.

The breath of breath is slightly released, and it is like a humanoid sword.

Although the distance is far away, everyone has already been horrified. The atmosphere of the old man is sharper and more sultry than that of a young woman. From the senses, it is as thin as a paper.

In the blink of an eye, with the glare of the eyes of the public, the old man’s robes shook gently.

Under the pressure of vast expanse, the mighty swords that are forbearing and forbearing are almost obscured, just like a worldly sage in a transcendental world.

"Who is it!" The tyrants of the three seas and the long winds of the tyrants were tight, and they stood on the head of a strong person. When they stood, they were not clear.

"That person seems to be!" Tianlongzong and the lord of the Shenhumen were in a state of sorrow, and they took a deep breath.

The air-conditioner was dark, and I wanted to find out the real and false of the strong, and when the soul pressure collapsed, it was less than halfway, and it was resisted by a mysterious and thick sword.

Rao is a peerless powerhouse like the Tianlong Sovereign and the Shenhu Sect. The repairs are also close to the Yuan Dynasty, and they are unable to approach the old man.

The strength of the old man is already terrible!

"When is this old man coming over!" The sage has clearly guessed the identity of the old man, and his eyes flashed suspiciously.

When I discussed the solution with Liu Ruoxi, I did not notice the whereabouts of the old man.

When you are on the road, your eyes will come to the bottom of your heart. Is this the strength of the family?

The Holy See could not help but smile in the heart, and the Tianlongzong on the side, the Shenhumen have also returned.

"Is it a family?"

"It's so strong, I feel that my soul has been stabbed by a sword."

"The silver-haired woman is also strong, and even a sword has pierced the soul enchantment of the four spirits flying songs!"

At this time, Scorpio came with a very old voice, as if it had passed through the years.

"Duanmu Xiaogongzhu, you have long felt that the old man has arrived! Hahaha!"

Duanmu Tsman slowly turned around, and the old man who was walking towards the clouds was slightly a little, Shen Shen.

"Don't be a predecessor, Duanmu Yuman took the beggars of the Heavenly Palace!"

The voice just fell, and the crowds screamed and screamed, and they were alone!

Wan Jian Dao's one-pointed sword god, alone and evil, the strongest person in the world!

"It turned out to be him!"

"No wonder I feel that the power of the sword is so powerful that it is already a metaphysical figure!"

"He seems to be the elder of the Wanjian Dao League. He has long since stopped asking about the world, how can he come out?"

All the major gates in the room swallowed a slobber, and the eyes were filled with reverence and respect. They all stared at each other and watched the conversation between Duo and Duanmu.

I saw a solitary smirk, wrinkles have been deep in the gully, but the face is very smooth.

"When I heard that when I entered the realm, the temperament and spirit of the whole person will return to the real time. It is obvious that the solitary predecessors have reached this point."

The Bahai three-way whispered low-pitched, and the eyes contained the respect for the solitary predecessors. The hands were unconsciously clenched, hoping that the solitary predecessors could look at themselves.

"You, this little girl, just said that it is for me to listen to it?"

Duanmu's mouth is slightly moving, and the frost on the corner of the eye dissolves half a minute as if it had met the sun.

"The solitary predecessors know, I am afraid that today's situation can only be solved by the solitary predecessors!"

The solitary sorrow and sorrowful smile, the full-fledged voice quickly filled every corner, and some of the low-armed warriors directly covered their ears and looked pale.

"In these years, I have been alone, but I have inadvertently collected a small apprentice. This time I took her to see the world first. It seems that the little rain and ink are still small!"

"hiss!"

Everyone's breathing suddenly stopped. It turned out that this silver-haired disciple with closed eyes turned out to be the apprentice of the sword god. It is no wonder that there will be such amazing strength.

Duanmu sneaked a nod and whispered.

"No wonder the strength is superb! Good!"

"Booming!"

When the solitary rain ink tipped forward and prepared to move back to the side of the solitary evil, he only heard the gully that was just behind him, and a tumbling sound of sand and gravel came.

"Slow!"

The smoke and dust are everywhere, and the broken sandstone directly hits the big tree behind it into several extremely deep horrible holes.

The fog was fascinating, and I saw a tattered green shirt faintly coming out. Every step, it created a deep footprint on the ground.

Su Yi's body and clothes were completely destroyed. A few blue silks were blocked in front of the forehead, and their eyes were red. It was obvious that the impact had just brought a lot of harm to themselves.

The skin like Wenyu has a few blood marks, and the blood flows out, which is amazing.

"Have you ran like this?" The dry voice came from Su Yi's throat. The apparently flaming face seemed to be extremely uncomfortable for the intervention of the solitary rain.

"Su Yi!" Liu Ruoxuan looked at Su Yi to live out of it, and his heart loosened a big mouth.

However, Su Yi’s anger has once again adjusted everyone’s mind to the mouth of the scorpion.

"It’s just out of the ghost gate, and it’s coming to death!” Chidong’s eyes were a little bit shocking, and the unsatisfactory smile was hard to hide.

The solitary rain ink will converge on the breath and slowly turn around. The straight and slender body is slim and capable, with an inhuman temperament, still facing Su Yi.

"Little guy, my apprentice is helping you! Don't be wrong with the good guys!" The solitary apprentice was scorned in public, and there was a slight disappointment in his face.

Su Yi had a big hand for a while, and his right foot stepped forward, taking a deep breath and letting the blood stay on the ground.

"Break the hail, not a fake, but what does it mean to come to a sword? Do you want me to be awkward!" Su Yi, regardless of the three seven twenty-one, exposed his chest, a small blood hole in the clavicle is spreading scarlet Blood.

"Fortunately, there is a demon spirit warfare body, otherwise it is really hurt by this girl!" Su Yi bit his teeth, the anger of the sky makes everyone sway.

It is said that the face of everyone in the Tiantian Palace suddenly sinks, and Duanmu’s look is indifferent to the point of nine secluded prisons, without a word.

"We are all aware of Su Yi's physical strength. It seems that this sword is indeed a solitary!" Gu Yue whispered, hiding an unstoppable anger.

"How, have nothing to say?" Su Yi sneered, his hands and bloodstains killed the sword sharply, and fell heavily on the ground, making a dull percussion.

"I don't see anyone, are you? You think you will use a sword? Compared to the sword, I am your ancestor!" Su Yi shouted, and instantly picked up the Gorefiend to kill the sword and pointed at the solitary rain.

"presumptuous!"

When the solitary evil came to the forefront, the slender sword in the air was like a silver snake, and instantly pierced the sky.