Nightfall

Before Qingxia, Jian Qi was vertical and horizontal. []

In the joint camp of the Xiling Temple in the south of the wilderness, there was silence.

The celestial priest put down the mantle and said slowly: "I have never seen such a murderer in my life. When Mr. Ke entered the demons, it was probably this kind of momentum."

Cheng Lixue knelt down on the side of the shrine, not knowing how to speak.

The shrine is quiet inside and outside.

I didn't know how long it had passed. Suddenly, there was a cry of exclamation outside, and then a tsunami-like sound. The voice of the coalition soldiers was full of surprise and joy.

Cheng Lixue Huo Ran raised his head and looked out of the gods, he asked anxiously, "Won?"

His voice trembled slightly because he was nervous.

A priest in red came to the shrine and gasped and said, "Not yet."

Cheng Lixue's expression changed slightly and asked, "Why do everyone cheer?"

The priest in red said excitedly: "He changed hands! He now holds the sword with his left hand!"

Cheng Lixue frowned slightly and asked, "So what?"

The priest in red said with joy: "It means that the man will also be tired, he can't hold it for long."

Cheng Lixue was a little stiff and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, but waved his hand to let the red priest leave, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

As long as it is human, it will be tired, and Mr. Er is also human.

But the man just exchanged the iron sword to his left hand, and excited himself to look like this. I can imagine how much psychological pressure and panic he caused to the Temple Allied Forces when he stood in front of the Qingxia.

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The other shrine is always quiet.

Ye Hongyu's eyes drooped, and her jade hands rested quietly on the **** ruling **** robe, silent.

The cheering sounded outside the shrine did not cause any change in the emotions on her face, nor did the subordinates dare to disturb her meditation with those absurd reasons.

A moment later, the shrine coalition suddenly burst into cheers again.

The subordinates of the ruling temple finally had difficulty suppressing emotions. A deacon in black walked up to the shrine, kneeled outside the mantle, and respectfully reported: "Song Guo Cui Daoren's flying sword stabbed the other side. []"

Listening to this sentence, the emotions on Ye Hongyu's face finally changed. Because she knows who Cui Shenguan is, even she has some hope for Cui Daoren's shot.

She looked up, looked at the black deacon, and asked, "Then?"

The deacon in black was slightly stunned. It seemed that he did not expect that the Lord of the Gods would continue to ask questions, and he responded nervously: "Then ... Cui Shenguan's Dao sword is broken, and the man seems to be fine."

Ye Hongyu frowned slightly. Say: "So what do you want to tell me?"

The Deacon in Black became more nervous. The voice trembled and said, "... this is the first time someone can stab the man with a sword, which means that the man can still be stabped."

"Although stupid, it makes sense to be stupid."

Ye Hongyu's eyes pass through the mantle. Looking to the distant Qingxia Gorge, there is no emotion on the beautiful face, indifferent. Said: "It seems almost."

Almost at the same time.

In another shrine, the oracle priest stretched out his fingers and stroked the canon in front of him. The old face showed a calm and firm expression and said, "It's almost done."

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A sharp and splendid Dao sword turned into a few remaining swords lying in the wilderness, but this sword should still be proud, because it is the only flying sword that has not been taken away by the enemy since the war. .

In the south of the wilderness, a Taoist man wearing plain sermon clothes. Looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His surname is Cui Mingrong. He was born in Cui Valve of Qinghe County. He left his family since childhood. He traveled around the world to practice Taoism. He once received a gift in the Xiling Temple and officially entered the Taoist gate in the Song State Taoist Temple.

Haotian Daomen has many strong men who have been hiding in the world, hidden in ordinary or even broken Taoist temples. They don't like the atmosphere of the temple, they prefer to be an ordinary Taoist.

They will not appear until Haotian summons them to dedicate their power.

Cui Daoren is such an unusual ordinary Taoist.

Cui Daoren is not well-known in the spiritual world, but his realm is extremely exquisite. As early as ten years ago, it has entered the realm of knowledge and knowledge, among the strongmen gathered. It also has its own position.

However, today he only made a sword, and he never made any other moves. He looked down quietly at his chest and abdomen, because his sword was broken, and there was a very deep blade between his chest and abdomen. []

It was a terrifying blood.

The viscera and other internal organs are squeezing out from that big **** mouth. It begins to slow down a little bit, and it gets faster and faster as time goes by, and finally it looks like it is flowing.

Cui Daoren quietly watched his internal organs flowing out of the body. He did n’t look up until he saw the whole process. He looked to the opposite side and asked, "The sword of Mr. Er is the most rigorous art in the world. Four inches, one point deep and one point shallow, is naturally deliberate. "

Brother II said, "Exactly."

Cui Daoren said: "The academy pays attention to benevolence and forgiveness. Why should I suffer so much before I die?"

Brother II calmly said: "Because I know your surname is Cui."

Cui Daoren understood and said: "Mr. Er should know that I have very little contact with the family."

Brother II said: "I want to use your death and pain to express the academy's attitude."

Cui Daoren asked: "What attitude?"

Brother II said: "The seven surnames of Qinghe County, even if they die, can't die happily."

Cui Daoren sighed and said, "It turns out so."

After saying this, he slowly sat on the ground and began to gasp, because the lung lobes and trachea had been broken by the iron sword, no matter how violent the gasp was, he couldn't breathe the air, so he seemed particularly painful.

Not knowing how long it took, he bowed his head wearily, and finally died in pain.

The overcast clouds obscured the sunlight, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.

Brother II was bathed in blood, standing in the wilderness, standing in front of the hundreds of flying swords like a chaotic forest, standing in front of the bodies of countless practitioners, and looking to the practitioners in the south.

He raised the iron sword in his hand again.

Did not say a word.

The practitioners in the field seemed to hear him asking who else.

The eyes of the practitioners are all attracted by the iron sword like magic.

The iron sword is unusual and unusual. The sword is straight and bleak, and it looks even ridiculous.

But looking at this iron sword, everyone just wanted to cry.

Some people want to cry but can't cry, and they are terrified.

Practitioners. Before this iron sword, the courage to fight could no longer be summoned and finally retreated.

Before the Qingxia became quiet again.

The blood on the ground has already formed a puddle, and it looks a little dark against the dark sky.

The academy rushed out from under the canopy.

Wang Chi carried a stool in his left hand and clutched the medicine pouch tightly in his right hand. He rushed behind Brother II and asked him to sit down, and put the medicine pouch close to his mouth. Pump in as fast as possible.

Sister Seven carried a water bottle with a water bottle. Seeing that it was a little too late, he simply threw the bowl and used the spout to put it in the mouth of Brother Two. Fill the water desperately.

The second brother is not an ordinary person, and is unusual in every aspect. He is surrounded by busy brothers and sisters. The emotions were still calm, and the medicine was delivered with water, and immediately swallowed into the abdomen.

Brother Four and Brother Six have also run over at this time, crouching in front of Brother Two, looking somewhere in the chest of the armor, looking dignifiedly.

Cui Daoren's natal Dao sword stabbed this place.

When the Dao Sword of the Fate Realm stabs the armor, the rune lines in the armor are automatically excited, condensing a thin and tough layer of heaven and earth. Therefore, that sword did not have any effect on Brother Two.

But the rune line hidden in the armor was shocked by the sword of Cui Daoren, and was slightly deformed.

Brother Six untied the box behind him, took out a set of special tools exquisite like crab pieces, and began repairing.

Brother Si was doing calculations and graphic guidance on the side, and he asked Brother Si: "Is there any problem with the sword?"

Brother Six looked at Brother Two and was worried.

Iron sword is the most important equipment. If it is damaged, although the academy even brought the iron furnace and can be repaired, the Xiling Temple will definitely not leave them so much time.

Brother II looked at the straight iron sword in his hand. Said: "It can last a long time."

Beiyang Weiyang and Ximen are still wondering that they are still under the canopy. Their piano flute is the supreme weapon against Tieqi's charge. The so-called mission is on the shoulder, we must stay in formation.

I just watched that my fellow students were doing things for my brothers. The two of them felt a bit lonely and a little ashamed. Bei Gong asked over there, "I said, do you want to listen to a song at this time?"

No one answered him.

Brother 4 and Brother 6 are conducting the final inspection of the armor. Wang Chi is checking the pulse for Brother 2 to determine his physical and mental state, so as to prepare the medicine for the next period of time. I was cleaning my second brother's face, but I was busy.

Bei Gong shouted: "Senior brother, this song is generous and passionate, and is best for killing."

Brother II stood up and looked at the still energetic enemies in the southern wilderness and said, "Since ancient times, murder has nothing to do with generosity and generosity. Wherever you need a soundtrack."

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"No grandeur, no generosity, no chicness, only coldness, indifference, coldness, only those who really do these things can kill all enemies. Junmo is undoubtedly such a person, I last night His comments seem to underestimate him now. "

"He is still the most proud man. I just didn't expect that on the battlefield, pride is like he can throw away all his pride or hide in the deepest part of the armor."

Liu Bai raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "He has been exhausting his means to save energy, pursuing simpler killing of enemies, stingy to the extreme, calm and focused, and refused to let go of the most subtle changes in the battle. From this perspective, he is more like a businessman with a stinking hole. "

The Jiangge disciples listened to Master's teaching in silence.

They have been shocked by the man before the Qingxia, even in the hostile camp ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can't help but admire the yearning, although the figure of the master in their hearts is always the tallest, but Hearing that the master described the man in this way, they felt a little uncomfortable.

However, no one dared to question.

Liu Bai's voice rang again.

The disciples of Jiange were speechless and shocked by what this sentence implied.

"I have great respect for opponents fighting in this attitude."

Looking at the direction of Qingxia, Liu Bai said seriously: "I even regretted that I shouldn't let him kill so many people in this day and night, or I should have shot yesterday."

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(Finally done, it ’s not bad, it ’s tiring, I ’m going to take a rest tomorrow Saturday, I wish you all a happy weekend. In addition, I am revising the Suzakuji recently and found that, as I always thought, the attitude of the first third is not correct Is really problematic.)