Nightfall

The master put down the Guqin, patted his hands, and introduced the two breaths into the bodies of Beigong and Ximen. Then he bowed his head silently and began to repair the Guqin and clear the flute. []

Jun Mo was stained with blood and walked back from the field to salute his brother.

The academy all awoke to God, and saluted the master brothers one after another.

The brother returned the gift and said, "It's hard work."

Everyone noticed the blood stains on the jacket of the master, and knew that the war and the level of danger and difficulty of the tens of thousands of miles against the Lord were even more than the battle of the Qingxia that he had experienced, and he was very worried.

The elder brother did not want everyone to worry. He looked up at the awning and said, "This seems to be used by Houshan to cover the sun. It was actually used by you to block the arrow. It's not bad, just fly the sword carefully."

Then he rearranged the formation and layout in front of Qingxia.

When the autumn wind reappeared, there were many cracks on his cotton-padded jacket cut by Dao Jian, and there was cotton sticking out of the cracks from the waist, trembling slightly by the wind, and then turning into Dao shadow.

Under the tent, there was no figure of the master.

In the field before Qingshan, the **** robe roared and danced. Ye Hongyu summoned Dao Jian to protect Dao Xin, her face full of dignity, she didn't know whether the figure would appear in front of her next moment.

In the southern part of the wilderness, in the Xiling Temple Joint Military Camp, the disciples of the Jiange looked at the surrounding air as if they were enemies. Liu Bai sat peacefully next to the embers of last night.

No one knows where Mr. College has gone. [WWw.YZUU dot m]

But everyone can guess that he must be here.

next moment.

The figure of the elder brother appeared in the south of the wilderness, in the Xiling Temple Alliance. He walked through the heavy mantle and looked at the old oracle priest in the depths of the shrine and pulled out the short wooden stick around his waist.

The priest oracle looked at the scholar outside the mantle, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

More than ten red-clothed priests slammed at the shrine.

The master took a short wooden stick and looked at the great oracle priest outside the mantle, and did nothing.

Those priests in red were shocked like stones. He fell heavily on the ground, splashing dirt and smoke, and was unconscious. Everyone has a clear red swelling on the forehead.

The celestial glow deep inside the eyes of the celestial priest suddenly burned, and wherever his eyes were, the heavy mantle also burned. As if turned into the **** fire of Haotian Divine Kingdom, it was stopped in front of the master.

The elder brother raised the stick in his hand.

His jacket quivered slightly, dragging out a residual image,

He still seemed to stand quietly outside the shrine and outside the burning veil.

At the end of the afterimage, there is another him, who has crossed the horrible fire and came to the front of the **** oracle.

The celestial priest looked at him in front of him and exclaimed without expression: "Where believe in Haotian ..."

The master said, "Zi doesn't speak. [Ye * Zi] [Yu * You]"

The oracle priest no longer spoke.

The elder brother played with his stick.

Looking at the wooden stick that broke into the sky, the oracle priest saw the 4,892 possibilities in a moment.

The textbook in front of him. Emitting infinite light.

He hid his own body in the light.

He did not hesitate to damage his heart and saw the future, so he avoided the 4,892 possibilities.

The elder brother stood in front of him, holding a wooden stick, and still simply hit it.

This stick seems simple. It's actually not very simple.

In this brief moment, the short wooden stick waved 4,893 notes.

In the end it was still just a hit.

There was a dull knock in the shrine.

The breath of turbulence in countless heavens and earth was jetted out like a hurricane. The curtains lit by the gods instantly turned into countless black butterflies and fluttered in the sky.

The textbook exudes infinite light. Turned into debris in the autumn wind.

The body of the oracle grand priest reappeared in the god, sitting cross-legged, covered in blood.

This stick of the master hit the forehead of the oracle of the great oracle, and even hit his mind.

It was just a blow to the head that the oracle priest had suffered irreparable injuries.

The blood, which was not thick and even seemed clear, lingered continuously along the wrinkles on his face, like a dry mountain stream, and suddenly a heavy rain fell.

But his expression was very quiet, because from the moment he heard the piano tone, he knew his ending.

In the beginning, two cases of Buddhism and Taoism ambushed Ning Que and Sang Sang at the Baita Temple of the Lunar Kingdom, and they were about to succeed. In the end, it was because of a piano tone that the changes were difficult to reverse.

There are not many new things in the world.

"Mr. Da really is Mr. Da, the academy set up in the Qingxia, naturally has already set up coordinates, the temple did not think about this matter, failure is a matter of course."

The oracle grand priest looked at the master and said.

The master knows why he still talks to himself at this time, but he feels a little rude to not answer the other party, and replied: "So the lord will arrive later than me. I want to hurry up and do something ... that quiet car The carriage is not far from the gods.

When the shrine turned into a burning train, and then into the fallen leaves of the late autumn gloom, the shrine coalition army exclaimed in horror and shock, and the faces of the Jiangge disciples became pale.

The expression on Liu Bai's face finally changed, no longer as calm as before.

The sword was still resting on his knees, but just like his mood at this time, he seemed to feel a certain threat, and became excited and vigilant, buzzing slightly, and the sword half out of the scabbard!

In the autumn two years ago, he and Mr. Da had met in the Jiange.

At that time he was sitting by the lake, and Mr. Da stood in front of him.

Mr. Great has a great deal of freedom, and his sword can have great freedom.

So although he recalled the flying sword, he was calm.

Because he is convinced that no matter how good the realm of Mr. Da is, he cannot threaten himself.

On the field before Qingshan today, he once again saw the figure of this scholar, a little surprised by the progress of the other party, but it was not until this time that the gods turned into ruins, he confirmed ...

The gentle man really learned to fight!

A person who can do anything but fight can be the strongest person in the world ... Now that he has learned to fight, can he be said to be the strongest in this respect?

Who else can be his opponent?

Liu Bai slowly stretched out his hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ holding the slightly vibrating hilt, a cheerful and happy expression appeared on his face.

There are such opponents in the world, which is really gratifying.

What made him feel a little lost was that this battle did not happen.

The brother left, he played a murderous piece with a string, seriously wounded a great priest of Xiling with a wooden stick, then quietly left.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

The reason for this.

It is because a Taoist appeared in the field before Qingxia.

The man in Tsing Yi ... It was a bit hard to write today, and then the chapter name need not be used. It is more appropriate to use this, there is another chapter. ) (To be continued) RQ