The Path Toward Heaven

Fei Jian suddenly accelerated towards Liu at the age of ten, and instantly turned into a streamer. He would kill him when he saw it.

When Liu was ten years old, he had no time to react, Xiao He's exclaiming was too late, and the streamer turned back into the flying sword again, hovering quietly around his neck.

In such a short distance, this sword can accelerate so rapidly and stand still so suddenly, it is really amazing.

The sharp blade of the sword lightly touched the jasmine flower, looking very gentle, just like a dragonfly watering.

The jasmine flower spread out, turned into the purest sword knowledge without any impurities, and entered the flying sword.

Feijian vibrated at a high speed, making a buzzing sound, becoming brighter, suddenly disappeared from the ten-year-old Liu Liu, flying towards the crimson elephant in the evening glow, with a harsh howling.

Fei Jian could not have made any sound, but after more than ten years, he could finally show his sharpness in the heavens and the earth again. It really made him want to sing a song happily.

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At the end of the god's peak, the white ghost opened his eyes, held up his body, and walked to the edge of the cliff with the cold cicada, slowly lowered his head to sniff a wild flower, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

When it looked up, it was found that Zhao Layue was still thinking, and the smile in his eyes turned into a sense of ridicule.

Don't you understand such a simple question?

According to Jing Jiu's current state of practice, going there is just a dead letter, and it is not as reliable as those swords.

How many swords does this guy carry?

The white ghost squinted his eyes, thinking that if it wasn't possible to determine the answer, maybe it had already been shot.

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Jian Guang disappeared among the wild mountains, and Jian Xiao was still echoing.

Nan Zheng's eyes and pupils shrank. Even if she was higher, she didn't dare to neglect in the face of a fairy-level flying sword, and her ten fingers moved quickly on the zheng, like lightning.

The sound of crickets rose densely, falling like a torrential rain, turning into countless invisible lines, setting up heavy defenses in front of her.

The air suddenly deformed, apparently some force was breaking through those defenses.

Several cracks rang, and the flying sword easily cut through more than ten zither sounds, and cut a clear blood mark on her face.

Fei Jian's speed slowed down a bit, but it was also extremely scary, and immediately came to Tu Qiu, a few miles away.

Tu Qiu's face was extremely ugly, and he yelled, and clenched his right fist to face Jian Guang.

That diamond-studded glove was a very powerful magic weapon. Who knew that it couldn't stop the blow of the flying sword, and it instantly broke into countless fragments and spread out into a butterfly.

Fei Jian continued to advance, penetrated his fist, entered his arm, and flew out from behind his shoulder.

Flesh flew across, Tu Qiu's right arm was broken.

It was only then that his loud drinking rang and it turned into a scream.

Yu Buhuan saw the machine the fastest. When the flying sword left Liu's ten-year-old, he resigned.

There was a yellow sand in the four waste bottles. He got into the yellow sand and disappeared from the place.

The sword flashed, and Feijian brought out a stream of blood.

Looking at this scene, Xiao He was stunned, and Liu was ten years old and was speechless in shock.

"kill!"

Nan Zheng shouted sharply.

This immortal flying sword came and went too fast and too sharp. They wanted to resist very hard, but as long as they could hold it for a moment, they could kill Liu Shishi and Xiao He.

Listening to Nan Zheng's voice, Yu Buhuan stepped out of Huangshali again, hesitating the wounds on his legs, and took the four waste bottles and pointed them into the distance.

The diamonds scattered on the ground's fists floated and laid out a matrix in front of Tu Qiu.

Nan Zheng avoided behind the red elephant, but her movements did not slow down.

When Liu was ten years old and Xiao He suddenly felt a strong suction, the blood in the body seemed to be boiling, and he wanted to break open the blood vessels and skin and walk away.

The zither sounds that fell into the ears were more like knives, which made them extremely painful, and even Yaodan could not be destroyed.

Seeing that Fei Jianyan could not immediately break the defense and kill the other party, he flew back into Liu's ten-year-old streamer and kept vibrating.

Liu was ten years old in extreme pain at this time, and his consciousness was a bit vague.

He thought that this flying sword was so powerful, why not kill them all quickly.

Just thinking about it, he vaguely felt that an idea came into his mind.

——I'm really good, but it depends on whose hands, so hurry up!

Liu was ten years old wondering if it was his own illusion, but at this time the situation was very dangerous and he could not tolerate what he thought, and pulled Xiao He's hand to jump.

Feijian fell to their feet.

The next moment, they turned into small black spots several miles away, and then disappeared.

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Nan Zheng looked at the direction in which Fei Jian disappeared and remained silent.

"Xianjie! Absolute Xianjie!"

Yu Buhuan, whose pants were wet with blood, gritted his teeth.

Tu Qiu knelt on the ground with one knee, his face pale, and endured the pain of broken arm, he did not scream again.

Nanzheng said slightly coldly, "It's okay to leave, or even if we can kill them, you will have to lose your life."

Tu Qiu snorted, and stood up, struggling, and said with anxiety, "How can the host explain it?"

Nanzheng turned to look at the cloud that was scattered all year round in the West, his face was a bit ugly.

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Feijian forward, the ground backward, such as high-speed flashing pictures, it is easy to feel dizzy looking at it.

It didn't take long for Feijian to reach dozens of miles away.

At this speed, you should be able to see Aoyama soon?

Liu was so happy at the age of ten.

The flying sword under his feet shook slightly, and seemed happy.

The flying sword is very short, only two feet. Liu and ten are standing on top of it, which is inevitable.

Xiaohe was standing behind him. There was no other way. He could only reach out and hug his waist, and put his face against his back. He couldn't see the expression and wasn't happy.

Suddenly a majestic and indifferent voice fell from the sky.

"come back."

When Liu was ten years old, he heard that this was the voice of Sun Wang, who was silent and ignored.

Fei Jian speeded up again, because it knew he couldn't figure out the sound now.

Xi Wangsun's voice sounded again, as if no matter how fast Fei Jian could not get rid of.

"Actually I'm not sure you, because I don't think it makes sense. I'm curious why you betrayed me. If you will come back, I will spare you."

At the age of ten, Liu turned around and looked at the distant Yuntai, which is about to disappear into the sky ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ without speaking.

He believed that Xi Wangsun would not lie, as long as he gave up his resistance, he could live.

But alive does not mean that it is a good thing.

In Bu Lao Lin's dossier, he has seen too many miserable examples of death or death.

Liu was ten years old silent and looked forward.

Aoyama is not yet visible, but Aoyama is ahead.

The sigh of Xi Wangsun appeared in his mind.

A flash of lightning emerged from the distant cloud platform, and they struck their flying swords without any distance over hundreds of miles.

Liu was ten years old and Xiao He fell from the sword.

The wind is a bit cold.

They closed their eyes and couldn't feel it.