MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 133 Cangshan has a snow sword and has a frosty two.
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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In the snow, Fan Yu no expression, calmly breathing, the two palms of the slightest trembling palms to the sky, every inch of skin on the body, every pore, are greedily sucking the unknown between the heavens and the earth, I do not know The shape of the vitality, a layer of light, so covered in his clothes.
He didn't know what these ambiguous or active volatility was, where he came from, and why he was born, but after he first felt the existence of these things from the East China Sea, he found that he was following the booklet. The chaotic breathing of the mind can seem to inhale the vitality between these heavens and the earth into the real yuan.
In the past, a sword and three styles were shocked and flew, and between the electric and the flint, the overbearing instinct that Fan has always been known for being full of enthusiasm has a sense of exhaustion. In this crisis, he could not have any hidden, in the presence of the emperor. The face began to adjust again.
Although the emperor of today’s emperor has been injured, moved his heart and is old, he is still a great master!
With one hand and one shot, they controlled the field between the fields, so that Fan has to fight all his strength to deal with it. In just one moment, the body will have to bottom out. At this time, although he greedily absorbed the vitality between heaven and earth, the fluctuations in the snow and snow were so weak, and the temperament factor that could be felt was so thin, and there was no help for his situation at this time. Although he got a little faster, he was able to stand in the snow, but how can he help himself to defeat a great master?
For the mainland's strong, overseas spells have always existed in ribs and disdain. Even the hard-hearted master is so broad-minded. From the unscrupulous, even the human flesh dare to eat the great master, began to study the spell in the last days of life, and obtained the booklet with great enthusiasm, but still did not go out of another road. At most, it can only be regarded as an auxiliary means.
Just like today's Fan Xi, he breathes and meditation, but it is like a ploughing paddy field, wanting to breathe, but not much oxygen can be sucked from the muddy water of the sludge.
Can't wait any longer, because the bright yellow robes figure at the end of the wind and snow. It has begun to slowly and resolutely come snow. The distance of dozens of feet seems to be far away. It seems that the snow is much smaller than the snow here. However, for Qingdi and Fan Leisure, what is the difference between the horizon and the ruler?
Fan Xiandi has no joy and no anger in his eyes, just a glimpse of calmness, the slight deformation of the great Wei Tianzi sword cross-bow in the eyebrows, the cold light masterpiece, the body size two weeks in the middle of the sneak sneak, stunned the waist behind the snow mountain Let it shine.
After the rebirth, the daily indulgence of the solid foundation meditation storage is like the snow mountain being illuminated by the raging sun. In the twinkling of an instant, the stream flows into the stream, and the water in the stream is more and more, merged into a small river, merged into the river, and rushes to him with a rougher meridian than anyone else in the world. Ship to every detail of the body of the extremities. Strongly glaring at his heart, hammering his body. The snow is like a lotus flower. When a flower bursts out, Fan’s body slanted and slashed, but he did not focus on it but was violently annoyed, taking advantage of these two completely different breaths.
A lightning-like sword light in the snow illuminates the haze of heaven, illuminating every snowflake, every goose feather, and clearly seeing the edge of the snowflake!
After the previous three strikes of a sword, under the powerful pressure exerted by His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Yu’s Si Gujian, who was inherited from the sword of Dongyi City, was finally under the protection of two infuriating bodies in the body. Under the protection, it is perfectly integrated and truly connected to the realm of Dacheng. This sword has already had the light of the shadow of the sword in the main city of Dongyi City. Suddenly, he was shot down from the air in the air, flew back and fell heavily on the snow, and he had previously walked on the snow lotus, still maintaining the shape in the air, which shows that he went here. Back, it was such a rapid illness, it was too late for the snow lotus to be broken!
He went to the chic, arbitrarily and arbitrarily, but it was natural but strong, but he retired more quickly, and he was embarrassed and thrilled!
The Emperor’s knees slowly recovered the fist that stretched straight into the air, the stable and overbearing fist. He blinked at the fan in the snow, still silent. In front of Fan’s sword, the Emperor’s Majesty also had to avoid his front, so the punch was not enough, since the previous punch did not kill. Fan Xian, this punch must also be undead.
Sure enough, Fan Xian is like a non-death, Xiao Qiang, crawling hard from the snow, hanging the **** marks that will be frozen by the cold ice, staring indifferently at the eyes of the emperor Oh, suddenly a bite of blood vomited.
All omnipotence in the world, no matter how the speed technique is moved, all the outer edges of the martial arts are based on the foundation of the true gas. If the gas lake is insufficient, how can it be lightning fast? How can I use the techniques that are already wonderful? Instinct is the foundation of martial arts. The meridians in Fan Xian are different from ordinary people. The practice of practice is different from ordinary people. He is overbearing and arrogant. He looks at the world and is a different kind.
However... the body under your arm is different from ordinary people! The meridians in his body are not as magnanimous and different as Fan Xi, but there is no body vein at all. His whole person, from the top of his head to the tiptoe, is a transparent passage of luck! The hegemonic skills of His Majesty's practice are even stronger, and there is a natural and vicissitude in the violent!
In comparison, the emperor’s majesty waits for an upgraded version of Fan’s leisure. Fan Xian is a small monster, and the emperor’s majesty is a big monster. Fan Yu’s own strength is the ultimate in authenticity. Resistance, no doubt is an extremely brave and ... ridiculous choice.
It’s still an old saying that today, on this continent, whether it’s personal cultivation or power, Fan Xian is already one of the most powerful people. No, he is actually the second in the world. He himself has admitted this. .
But what he is facing today is the best in the world, the most powerful person in the sky!
There is no frustration in Fan’s eyes, and he blinks slightly. Looking at the snow, the Emperor’s knees gradually approached the ground. He knew that when the next step went to his own body, it was the moment when he could no longer rely on the weird method to gain the advantage of the body.
Blood smashed from his lips, wet his clothes, and was quickly frozen into a blood frost by the cold breath in the cold palace.
The black lacquered eyelids are miniature. Fan leisurely mentions the great Wei Tianzi sword, the wrist is in front of the front, the whole **** is vigilant, rubbing the blood stains on the lips with the cloth bundle on the wrist, rubbing his lips, the sand smiled and said: "It's cool."
Yes, he grew up in the care of the Superintendent. Since childhood, I have been preparing for the supervision of the hospital. From the bones to the skin, from the beginning to the end, I was immersed in the insidious darkness of the Inspectorate. In this world, he did not know how many storms and how many powerful enemies. At this time, he would try his best to weaken the other side. Those who see the mean way to seek the final victory, but rarely will bravely rely on the sword in their hands. The most direct and fierce battle with powerful enemies.
Looking at the emperor who was approaching, he felt that the pressure between the heavens and the earth gradually suppressed his body. Fan’s face was flashed with a sense of perseverance. He thought of three years ago in such a tense moment. On the cliff in the pristine mountain forests of northern Luzhou. Yan Xiaoyi handed a long bow. It seems to be so cold and close to my body.
On the meadow, Fan stood up bravely. Today, he stood up bravely, staring coldly at the Emperor in the snow, taking a deep breath, facing the blizzard, his right arm, his feet on the snow. Stepping, such as the singer's snow attack, the body shape suddenly disappeared, and disappeared from the place.
Ran? His Majesty the Emperor looked at the wind and snow, turned into a gray shadow, will pass over the waste garden wall, the son galloping in the direction of the south of the palace, the brow slightly wrinkled, the lips are full of emotional indifference Smile, Ming Huang robes double sleeves, suddenly turned into a fuzzy yellow shadow, in the blink of an eye disappeared with the van.
In the mid-air of the cold palace, Fan’s hands naturally hang down on both sides of the body, and quickly and naturally drifted away with the wind and snow, turning into a gray shadow on the wall in the palace.
In the former abandoned garden, he made a stance of the young lion, but he turned away and tried to repair himself. He broke into the snow and the world, and escaped from his knees. There was no humiliation in his heart. Feeling, the emperor Laozi is a big master, a big monster, in short, not a person, playing a guy who is not a human being, is a very normal thing, knowing that you can't beat it, you have to stay there and desperately, that is called stupidity.
Through the clothes, I feel the subtle changes in the snow, and the vanity posture is very beautiful. For example, a cold-resistant bird can fly freely, changing the direction of the forward direction from time to time in the air, and drawing a beautiful arc. The speed of partiality has not decreased at all.
The quiet palace for a long time is already the morning time. Occasionally, the **** servant who sweeps the snow, and sees the gray shadow that passes by in the air, but only thinks that he is blind, because no one in the world can fly so fast.
Fan Fei flies freely and freely, flying in the gloomy and quiet imperial city. Every seven or eight feet, he will be slightly on those corners or walls, and his body shape will not be obstructed. And into another palace, this body of law, this speed, it is really no one in the world.
A drop of sweat slid into the back from Fan’s back neck. This full-fledged flying technique was not used to deplete him too many real elements, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and the world of heaven and earth. Flying in midair, but calming his mind down, the two weeks of circulation in the body began to warm up, bit by bit repairing the gap caused by his under pressure, and the nameless spell The merits and demerits seem to have been fully utilized in the harmonious atmosphere of this world, and the speed of his reply is getting faster and faster, and the state is getting better and better.
The toes point through the corner of a stone beast, but the copper bells contained in the mouth of the beast are not alarmed. Fan Fei flies over the half-empty palace and overlooks the earth. The people in the palace have a special kind of ecstasy. The feeling of the singularity, especially those who burn or sweep the snow, is that no one can find someone flying in the sky, this feeling is very wonderful.
However, the sweat of Fan’s back is still flowing, because at this time he has integrated all his mind into these harmonious realms, and he will not look back. But he still can clearly feel it. A powerful, hidden and unpretentious power, is not fast or sloppy, like a **** of death, although slow. But I can never get rid of it.
I didn't think that my speed had been raised to the realm of Russ, but there was still no way to get rid of the emperor's squatting, and Fan's doubles shrank, and slammed into the distant royal city in the far south.
From the waste garden in the northwest corner of the palace, Fan Xian took off and went all the way to the south, very strangely. He did not choose the nearest North Palace Gate or those palace walls to plunder.
He negotiated with the Emperor for so long in the palace. Naturally, there is a certainty. This pair of fathers and sons are very clear about what is going on at the moment. Fan’s promise is to squat down. This is just a war between two people, and the emperor’s majesty is only for the sake of Daqing’s generations. The pressure of the person is exerted on the person who is a fan.
As long as this time, Fan Fan can escape, at least the world will be quiet for many years, in order to hide the chips in the world, before killing Fan Xian. His Majesty the Emperor will not do anything to those who are in the hands of the fans. This is the meaning of the emperor's words.
His Majesty the Emperor will not allow his own empire to hide a force that can threaten himself, so he must kill Fan Leisure today.
However, Fan Fan did not leave the palace. Although the palaces are sealed in all directions. The tall red palace wall is said to be able to stop any of the nine strong people in the world, but Wu Zhushu introduced the old man to the palace. It has been proved that this palace wall is not a natural danger for the strong person who stands at the top of the human world, not to mention the fact that Fan Xian, who has been flying and plundering since childhood, has done a lot of hard work.
Fan Xian all the way to the south, always south, in the deep and snow-covered palace all the way south, he passed the Yongfang Palace, passed the light temple, passed the broken East Palace and the Guangxin Palace. He saw a lot of people, and no one in the palace saw him.
He passed through three main palaces, six other courtyards, saw seventy-two women, and finally plunged into the tallest Taiji Temple in the entire Imperial City.
Above the towering hall, no one has ever been there. In addition to the new repairs at the time of the founding of the country, the craftsmen may have been busy on it. It is said that when the temple was repaired, two people were killed and finally invited from the Wei Dynasty. The people at the temple door to calm the grievances.
Today's Taiji Temple, the yellow glazed tile is covered with a thick layer of snow, and the two colors are very beautifully mixed in one place, like a very gorgeous fabric, which can not bear to destroy. At this moment, Fan Xian did not appreciate the snow time and mood. He flew directly to the heights along the middle of the Taiji Temple. Although his feet were slippery, he could not make his body deflected.
As soon as it swept up, the toes stepped on the keel of the middle of the Taiji Temple, and the fan stood up in the wind, and the body was covered with snow, and the clothes screamed. At this time, he stood at the highest point of the palace. The front is the extremely majestic main entrance of the imperial city. The circumference is a wall that looks very low. Even the half of Kyoto city can be seen. It is trapped in a misty snow. .
I don’t know if I’m here after I’m out of the palace. I don’t know if they have left Kyoto. Fan is standing at the highest point of the palace, squinting at the distant houses of Kyoto and waiting for it. The appearance of the yellow figure behind him.
Fan Xian did not turn around, and there was a very strong disappointment in his eyes, because the voice he had been waiting for did not ring, the change in waiting did not happen, the whole palace was still quiet, especially this magnificent temple. Above, except that he and his emperor kneel down, there is only snow and snow, nothing.
Fan Xian slid down the glazed tile on the temple. Although the blizzard in the snowstorm must be a very obsessive, extremely dignified way of doing things, but in Fan Xian’s view, people can only live with dignity. And can't die with dignity.
The gray figure and the bright yellow figure almost fluttered in the thick snow in front of the Taiji Temple and stopped the figure.
The emperor stood in front of the promenade of the Taiji Temple, behind him was the deep door of the main hall. In the past, he summoned the ministers in this palace to control the life and death of countless people in the world, but today he is alone. Standing here in the middle of the square standing in front of the temple, there is a thick snow around him. He looks at the thick palace gate facing the distance, blinking slightly, wondering if he has no power to break through the seat. Palace gate. He turned slowly. Looking at the emperor, "In fact, when things develop to the end, they just bite like two wild beasts."
The emperor was silent and his expression was indifferent. He looked at Fan Leisure, just like watching a dead man. At this time, the two monarchs finally stopped flying and chasing completely beyond the imagination of the world. Standing quietly in front of the temple, and in front of the eyes of thousands of people, they showed their stature.
The eunuchs who swept the snow outside the temple, the palace ladies who walked quietly on the promenade, those who looked red and green, and the guards standing with their swords opened their mouths in horror, watching the emperor and the small fan in the snow. Shocked and inexplicable. I can’t speak for a long time.
Fan Xian calmly looked at the emperor's majesty, but he thought about the things in the bottom of his heart, because he noticed a strange, straight from the northwest waste garden to the south of the palace, the emperor's majesty had several times close to himself and found the kill or I was holding my own moment, but the Emperor did not do it.
Why is that?
Presumably, the Emperor, who was slightly frowning, also had a puzzled heart. Fan did not want to flee to the palace, but went south. Why is that?
Fan is waiting for a variable, but unfortunately, in the Taiji Temple, after the Emperor’s kneeling reveals his figure, the first variable did not happen, so the second one? How much strength can Fan Xian have? The emperor’s majesty is nothing. The point is clear, the variables at this time. It must be a variable that even Fan Fan does not know.
Just like the immortal bureau in the temple that was hanging in the past, it was a coincidence that the situation was gathering, and everyone in the bureau had its own purpose. However, in the end, there were variables that could not be controlled.
Fan Xian firmly believes that this variable, which he does not know, will happen, because the four-party forces were dispatched in the past, but as the biggest enemy of Nanqing, the Northern Qi Dynasty court has remained silent.
The Northern Qi Dynasty has been under the authority of Wei, and it has been operating for thousands of years in this world. Is there any means for the Nanqing Kyoto Imperial Palace? Fan Xian does not believe that he firmly believes that the people of Beiqi must hide in the palace! Today, Nanqing Junchen and his son turned against the eyes, and the blood splashed the Imperial City. It was the best time for the Northern Qi Emperor to make a handcuff!
If the drum sounds, the slamming sounds, if the war breaks out, tens of thousands of tight bowstrings sing in unison, but in fact it is only the huge defending city at the corner of the Imperial City, and the machine is used to tighten the machine. In this silent or even dull moment!
Such as the thick and thin steel arrow of the arm, under the powerful force of the spring force, turned into a black lightning in the blink of an eye, breaking through the air at the corner of the Imperial City, the air of the earthquake burst, tearing the front of the Taiji Temple The snow fluttering in the front of the air, rotating at high speed, opened a deep space passage, and shot the yellow figure in front of the temple!
I don’t know how the fortified ruins of the fortified city, which was cast, were reversed and directed at the direction of the palace. I don’t know how the Beiqi people infiltrated the banned army of Nanqing Imperial City and secretly controlled the turret. . Fan Xian only knows that the people of Beiqi people have finally moved. This is enough. A fierce scream, Fan leisure is suffocating, his body is heavy, and if he falls, the people move with the sword, followed by the whistling The giant python killed the emperor!
Strongly, but after all, the distance is too far away. The Emperor of the Grand Master's realm only needs to retreat, and forcibly resolving this distance as a time, you can avoid this shock.
However, Fan Yu’s Yu Guangli had already seen it. There was a palace lady who was shivering on the ground under the promenade. At this time, she stood up and flashed a chill in her eyelids. She pulled out the fine needle between the hair. Striking toward the back of the emperor.
Whether it is Beiqi people or Fan Xian, it seems that they all underestimate the will and reaction that Qing Emperor has polished in this world for decades. When everyone thinks that the sacred yellow figure in front of Taiji Temple will evade the giant squadron...
The body shape of the emperor's majesty disappeared from the place, but it was almost three steps in the snow!
A loud bang, a huge smashing arrow rubbing the hair of the emperor's armpit, slammed into the blue stone of the jade, and instantly smashed the stone into a gravel like a bean flower. Just happened to block the sneak prince assassin behind the stone?
The emperor squatted his right arm with a dragon's sleeve, and a powerful infuriating wraps the stone shards and snowflakes behind him. He hit the past like a dragon, and the body of the palace lady!
Blood splatters, countless stone chips and snowflakes hit the palace like an arrow. In the twinklings, she created hundreds of thousands of mouths on her body!
The assassin did not have time to get a shot. Even if there was no time to scream, it fell into the snow and turned into a sloppy flesh. The distance between Xia and Fan Xian has been shortened a bit, and Fan Xian is sprinting all at once. It’s just that between the electric and the Flint, the father and the son are close at hand. As soon as Fan Xian can see the slightly thin face of the emperor’s armpits, the pair of chilly scorpions without any emotions, and the calm scorpion are revealed. Killing!
The handcuffs of the Northern Qi are really powerful, and no matter who they are dealing with, I am afraid that they are enough. However, it is used to deal with this great master. It is extremely ugly. In Fan’s eyes, there was no disappointment. It was still a volley and a sword, and slammed into the eye sockets of his arm.
It is still the case of the previous two fights. Fan Wei’s big Wei Tianzi sword is impossible to stab like a fairy. In the square, the emperor’s body is inexplicably, and the sword tip reveals the edge. The forcelessly pierced the air next to his cheeks and creaked. It is futile.
The fist of his arm has already banged over. This is a real kingdom punch. The emperor has never left any backhands, such as the jade-like fists of jade, in this blizzard. The white that has passed everything. Shining a kind of light that shouldn't be there, it rushes to the chest of Fan Xian.
The emperor's face is also very white. An unhealthy white, it seems that this great master has put all the infuriating in the body like the sea in this fist. If the real boxing is done, even if Fan has the most exquisite two kinds of infuriating body in the world, there is a wonderful body-like unloading force, and it can only be crushed.
At this time, Fan Wei’s big Wei Tianzi sword took off his hand, whistling to break open the snow, and went to the door of the Great Hall of the Earth.
His man faced the fist that shook the white sacred light, screaming screamingly, and the whole body began to tremble violently, with a finger across the distance of three feet, awkwardly and slowly toward the kneeling face. Go!
Slowness is just a feeling. In fact, it is all the real elements that can be forced out by the life of the fingertips. It is too dignified, and the quality of the gas gives birth to a sense of quality. In general, let his fingers start to tremble in the snow.
His people are also shaking, his face is very pale, his eyes are very bright.
In the hands of Fan Xian, there is a sword that can't stab the body of the emperor, not to mention a finger, not to mention that his fingers are still some distance away from his arm, and the fist of his murder is about to touch his clothes.
However, a sharp voice rang from Fan's fingertips, like a disguise that the devil had to tear the outside body, and it was drilled out of the fleshy clothes, and it was like a note in the bamboo tube, because there was no one for too long. Press 捺, can no longer stand the loneliness, want to drill those holes, as a few voices in the air.
A clear-cut to the sword, extremely fierce, the sword of the intention of killing, from the vanity fingertips spit out, instantly surpassed the space between the two, stabbed the emperor's throat!
I still remember that when I was young, the urchins in Zhangzhou were more laughable. Why does the instinct disappear instantly in the air when it is sent out of the body? Wu Zhushu will not do his internal work, he can not explain. Why haven’t the martial arts practitioners in the world tried it? Still a urchin's fan leisure began to try, he was very hard to practice without a person to guide or correct, for a long time, and then his body's infuriating spit out of the palm, can return to a very small distance In the body, is this due to his two weeks of size, or is it due to his persistence and diligence?
But what is the use of this? In vain, he has lost a lot of time, so that he practiced innumerable hegemony from childhood. When he was in Kyoto, he could not be as shocked as Haishu or Wang Sanlang. Those infuriating in his palms can't be used in real battles, and they can't be released from the outside world, forming a weapon of killing, in addition to climbing the cliffs of Zhangzhou, the red palace walls, stealing keys, stealing What is the use of a pro-female wife?
However, Fan is not reconciled, because Ye Liuyun came over the cliff and left a 10,000-point pit on the beach. He knows that there are people in the world who can control the release of infuriating in vitro. So he has been persistent and even stupid to follow this path, but unfortunately he has not been able to do it for a long time.
This is because Fan Xian does not know that in addition to his monster, the world has only reached the realm of the realm. Only then can control the release of infuriating gas in vitro. Although the swords of the nine strong men in the sword can have a slight sword, but what is the difference between the human and the human body.
The stupid urchin grew up, and the world regarded it as a treasure. It became a symbol of attachment in his hands. Until the end of the East China Sea, he finally felt the instinct of his palms back and forth... ...finally... but gradually stretched out and stretched out. His mind can clearly feel the volatility of the breath that is no longer in his body!
Today's Fan Xian has been able to feel the fluctuations between the heavens and the earth. Of course, you can clearly feel the true atmosphere of your own, and can control and control! No matter the reason why the stupid teenager clings to the end, or the reason of the booklet, in short, the final result is the invisible sword that his fingertips are squirting out at the moment! With the sword in hand, how can you stab the bright yellow figure in front of the emptiness? And the fingertips tremble, just move one mind. The sailboat turns and cuts the air. Who can avoid it?
The Emperor’s majesty could not, and before this fierce sword, he only had to turn around and turn around. The punch in his place wiped the shoulders of Fan. Hit in the empty space.
Although the air was blown, Fan’s left shoulder was still completely shattered. And on the snow behind him, he was shot out of a big pit, and the snow fluttered around!
Fan’s fingertips also hit the emperor’s armpit. To be precise, it was the neck of the emperor’s armpit, and the invisible sword gas tore open the thin layer of skin on the underarm neck, and the blood leaked out! Spit a screaming scream, and push the real number of the body that has not much remains in the body to the fingertips, and sneak away from the sky, and then stab the eye socket of the emperor!
The emperor took advantage of the boxing air, and the pale color of the face was thicker. However, looking at the finger that Fan Xian once stabbed again, there was no retreat in his eyes, and the lips had a sardonic smile.
His armpit also extended an index finger and slammed it toward the tip of Fan’s fingertips. His figure floated in front of him, and the distance between the two men was compressed to none!
The airflow was squeaking, and between the electric and the flint, the fingertips of the emperor’s knees touched the fingertips of Fan’s squirting, and the two slender index fingers were in one place, one finger kept shaking, another It is only extremely stable.
The airflow between the fingers of the **** is soaring, the light is getting stronger, and the snow in the surrounding air is retreating!
The Emperor’s lips smirked and smiled, his right arm twitched, and a big Dongshan on his index finger pressed against Fan’s leisure!
With a click, Fan’s index finger is broken!
If the body is hit by the hammer of the gods, the whole kite will be swept and then swept, but it will not be swept back like the previous active unloading force, but the whole person seems to have no support anymore and slams into the snow. I can’t move anymore.
Both the monarch and the son of the life and death in the snow seem to have forgotten the sword that had been stabbed in the past, falling off from the hands of the fan, and whistling to the big Wei Tianzi sword flying toward the main entrance of the Taiji Hall.
But in fact, this pair of fathers and sons have not forgotten, because in such a war, the world's most powerful father and son will never make any extra moves and consume any unnecessary power.
This sword will fly, there must be a later article. Later, it was the exquisite and complicated decoration on the quiet main entrance of the Taiji Temple. Because the first time the Fan’s fingertips spit out the shocking sword, the closed door of the Taiji Hall was so strangely opened.
Wang Sanlang, dressed in a cloth, flew out of the center of the Qing Dynasty, which was in the black hole. He caught the big Wei Tianzi sword in the air, and his right elbow was slightly bent, and it was lightning in the air. Grabbing, the body shape rose slightly, violently drunk, gathered a long-awaited killing sword, so stabbed to the emperor's back neck stabbed in the past!
Wang Shilang, the heroic world is unparalleled, the strong meaning of this sword is even more played. Compared with the shadow of a white coat on the temple. A sword that jumped out of the sun, but also a hot three-pointer, a bright three-pointed, clearly sneaked from the emperor's kneeling, but hard to spur a sense of light!
Jianxin's pure swordsman closes his disciples. All the four Gu Jianzhen Chuan, that night in the dialogue between Fan Xian and Si Gujian, have a realization of the overbearing instinct, at this time set a life to repair a sword, how sharp, if Fan Fan face this sword, only I am afraid that I will be injured!
However, the Emperor’s Majesty seemed to know the deep hall behind him. Will suddenly run out of a strong nine out of the land. One finger of the mountain pressure top knocked Fan Xian down to the ground, his face did not move in the slightest movement, did not turn around, and directly pulled out a sleeve.
Qing Emperor's life, one fist, one finger, one sleeve, is enough to stand at the top of the world, no one dares to look up to its light, but today his sleeve can not swallow the mountains and rivers, the wind and the clouds wrap the king ten Saburo's heroic sword.
Because after all, he is not a god. Because, as Fan Xian judged, today's Majesty is no longer in the heyday. Over the years, lonely and old, both physically and psychologically, have allowed him to actively or passively choose to go down the altar.
The thirst of Wang Sanlang’s sorrow still echoed in the empty palace. The sword of the great Wei Tianzi, who had been squandered by the sword, had pierced the Qing Emperor's dragon sleeves. Rubbing the emperor's chest stabbed.
When the emperor was in the sleeves, he had already turned slightly. Although the sword of Thirteen Lang is fierce, it is still just passing by, just stabbing the Qing Emperor's flesh and blood!
The hand in the emperor's sleeve has already been like a golden dragon in the cloud, and it has caught the thirteenth hand.
Wang XIII Lang shook his wrist, and the big Wei Tianzi sword in his hand looked up like a spirit snake, and stabbed the Emperor's jaw in an impossible angle. Qing Emperor snorted, shoulders backwards and exquisitely sent, hit Wang Sanlang's chest, the number of sounds, Wang Shilang's blood mad, the ribs did not know how many broken!
He felt a strong force to shake himself off, a sigh of sullenness, and a blushing color in his eyes. He did not care about his life and death, but he caught the emperor’s right hand and refused to let go!
At the most critical moment, a touch of flower shadow flashed out from the body of Wang Sanlang, just as she had been absent before, so she flashed out fresh and natural, such as a returning traveler craving hot water, such as a wind The flower tree in the snow needs warmth, so it naturally catches the other hand of the emperor's arm, the left hand.
The sea otter blossoms, the North Qi saint, such as today's leader, is like a weak woman who is quiet to the extreme, attached to the side of Qingdi, the sleeve of Qing Emperor, like a cloud, such as a flower It doesn't take off, the earthquake doesn't fall, the blindness is close, the nature is natural, it is boring, and people are heart-wrenching.
I don't know why, Haishu's shot did not choose to attack the essence of the Qing Emperor, but only released the whole body and entangled the left hand of Qing Emperor.
Qingdi’s eyes are unusually cold and calm. The thin cheeks seem to be a little thinner at this moment. Their eyes are deeply depressed and their faces are pale. He knows that the young people holding their hands are the two. A dead old man was specially left to deal with himself, but he still didn't move. There was only a sound like a bell, which rang from his not so strong chest...
The majestic infuriating moment instantly invaded the body of two young nine-strong strongmen. In the middle of a breath, Wang’s right arm began to swell and sway, and several blood flowed out of his facial features.
The sea otter blossoming situation is not good, a blood spit out from her lips, and the body began to tremble fiercely. It seems that it may be shaken by the emperor at any time.
At this time, the snow on the Taiji Temple began to be stained with blood, but the vanilla in the distance was lying in the snow like that, and it seemed that it could no longer move. It seems that no one can help Haishu and Wang Shilang. These two young people who have been recognized by the great masters are most likely to step into the realm of the masters. Is it necessary to die in the hands of the only remaining masters in the world?
The emperor’s heart flashed a warning, although he has been vigilant from last night, he has never had any arrogance with his master’s realm. He is not a sword, he has not left any opportunity for Fan’s family. Even though it was not until this time, until he was in the Taiji Temple, he did not find that the most fearful variable occurred, but now the alert still makes his eyes squint and looks at the snow falling in front of him. Ground.
The eyes of the emperor’s squatting touched, and the snow seemed to have begun to melt extremely rapidly. Of course, it’s not the burning gaze of his majesty, but it’s really the moment from the previous sneak peek, the snow below has begun. melted.
It’s just that it all happened between the electric and the flint. The Qing Emperor’s finger hurts the fan, and the two hands are shocked to lock the two young and strong, and the snow is really melted and loosened.
Under the snow is a white man.
The world’s first assassin, the king who always walks in the darkness, the six guards under the sword who did not know how many heads were harvested, the first disciple of the Dongyi City sword, the shadow next to the wheelchair, the time of action , only through two white clothes.
Once in the hanging temple, he jumped out of the sun, and if he was covered in golden light, he looked like a fairy. Once it is today, he was born from the snow, and he was covered in white, like a saint.
The shadow shot twice in white, facing the same person, the most powerful person in the world. So the shadow today’s shot is also the most powerful and insidious shot he has ever made!
Unlike Fan Xian and Wang Shilang, his sword seems to be white, and there is no luster on it. It looks so unpretentious and so bleak.
And his sword is also so simple, not very fast, but very stable, the angle of choice is very different, the angle of the blade body, the turning of the sword face, according to a calculation of the orientation, without a trace of trembling Stretched out.
This sword is too wonderful. The thorn is not the face of Qing Emperor, the eye socket, the throat, the lower abdomen... Any deadly place is not the unusual choice of toes, knees, waist side, but stabs to the emperor. Kneeling the thigh root on the left side. Under the imperial concubine, at this moment, there was no such sword that escaped the shadow. The white tip of the sword gently pierced the roots of the underarms and pulled out a blood flower!
The shadow is an assassin. His life lies in murder. There is no killing in his eyes. Just like many people think that a thigh injury can not cause fatal damage, but the shadow knows that there is a blood in the root of the thigh. Once it is broken, the blood will spurt five feet high, and no one can survive.
It’s just that this sword, although shallowly pierced into the thigh of the emperor’s armpit, is not enough to kill the strong man, because the blood has not been broken, and the shadow in the snow is like a dedicated Kill the cattle butcher in general, the speed is steady and carefully picked up.
The face of the emperor’s majesty was a bit more white than the snow of the sky. When the shadow of a white coat came out of the sword, he was already retreating. He took the sea otter and the king thirteen who tied his hands. Lang slid on the snow and stepped back.
However, the shadow of white still stabbed the sword.
The emperor felt a pain, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then his people became a dragon in the snow, rolling up all the snowflakes in the body, all the people, all the swords, all the resistance, Everyone wrapped in the field floated up in the snow field in front of the Taiji Temple.
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