MTL - Legend of the Great Saint-v14 Chapter 5 Yu Zijian

Cangshan is like the sea, and the moon is like frost.

A tall figure walks along a rugged ridge, and both sides are vast abyss. The deep and dark night wind blows from the valley, and the stepping is empty, but he closes his eyes and strides forward. He still muttered something in his mouth.

"The soul has forgotten the death of **** from the confidant, and the arrogant and arrogant to the shadows, the self-love of the ancient and the present, the people who cry, the sorrow and the sorrow of the Yi group, who is the Bole, who swears in the arms, three years of annihilation, Looking sideways, the world is homeless, just look at the eyes and listen to the low creation!"

Suddenly opened his eyes and sighed: "Yes, so lonely!"

Inexplicably came to this world, trapped in a small mountain village, inside a child's body. No one knows, no one can understand, and it doesn't fit in. Only with the cow, the cow is talking to himself, like a madman. In contrast, those who are hungry and cold, and who are bullied and insulted are more likely to endure.

It is because of this experience that it is so decided to move forward and never look back.

This time it is an exception. He wanted to come to this world to indulge his heart and play with it, but somehow he was provoked.

I can’t rely on the bar alone.

"A person who never looked back, how did he do such a stupid thing?"

He shook his head, but simply let go of his attachments and let his thoughts overflow.

For a time, the wind whistled and screamed at the sky.

The gods are moving and the world is resounding.

The wind is rolling and the forest is destroyed. Wanli Cangshan, turbulent.

The dark clouds rolled over and engulfed the moon. A snow fell silently from the sky and landed on his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, the snow is heavy.

A picture flicked from the front, intertwined with the past and present, all of which are vague and difficult to distinguish.

"Maybe this is just a big dream. When you wake up, you will be in a warm bed." When he first came to this world, he thought about it so many times.

At this point, looking up, only the snow and snow, the mountain high road insurance.

Such snow and snow always reminded him of the hard and desperate climb on the ice sword cliff. It seems that I have never been down and have been climbing up.

Even later, it restored the human form and once again returned to the world: into Jiaping City, into the Eagle Wolf, killing Zhuo Zhibo, and fighting the old people of Sanshan never ceased.

The snow grew bigger and bigger, and gradually filled the shoulders. Without the rugged roads, the mountains were white.

All the pictures condensed and met, a pair of warm bulls eyes, watching him quietly, listening to his self-talk.

"Boo, are you so lonely?"

In an instant, I suddenly understood the mood, as if he was watching the string moon, as he expected Li Long.

Unconsciously, the back of the man's stalwart has become within reach. Just take a step forward and pat him on the shoulder. He said, "Cow, I am coming."

He opened his chest and was full of wind and snow, and praised him: "Good snow!"

In his heart is a never-ending blizzard, but in other people's dreams is a continuous stream of drizzle.

Outside the small town, the hazy sky is pressed against the desolate wilderness.

"Receive, hold, I won't let you die, I will kill the monster, save you, save everyone!"

Her beautiful face is also covered with haze, but a pair of scorpions are determined to be like iron, faintly revealing purple awns. Gently put the painful friend in his arms on the ground, take off the treasure pocket of her waist, and turn to the small town full of demon.

After the mottled earthen wall, men, women and children are lying across the street and alleys. They look calm and look empty, as if they have a dead body, but their chests are clearly undulating and breathing, and they have swept a little dark spots from time to time.

A group of black fog filled the sky above the city, composed of countless black bugs, but it is a very rare monster.

When she walked into the city again, the black mist once again yelled: "If you dare to come back, then stay here and become my blood food!"

Everyone stood up, dense and motionless, only the eyes turned with her figure, dead and strange. With the screaming demon, suddenly screaming, hysterical,

Despite the tearing of the vocal cords, it is more fierce than the beast's howling.

Although the city is small and has tens of thousands of inhabitants, this sound is like a landslide, enough to scare the timid people alive. It even shook the dark clouds and drizzled.

Under the rain, she did not move, daggering her dagger and clenching her hilt. The cow giant said to her that the person must have a decision and not be soft-hearted. She has always been in mind.

He also said: "Purple is the color of extreme respect, the sword is the lord of the hundred soldiers. The Lord of the Holy King, the purple gas comes to the east. Sweeping the world, unified. Open the world of Taiping, become a great man."

So when she looked up, she was purple and bright, and she was like a king.

"The monster controls everyone in the city. If you want to save people, you must kill!"

The sea of ​​people came, and the sword was swept away. More than a dozen people flew up, and the blood in the chamber spewed a few feet, and there was also a black mist.

A few drops of blood flew on her white face, scarlet glare, her look does not move, must cherish every instinct, can not be used to do this unnecessary thing.

The crowd controlled by the demon is not afraid of death, trampled on the headless dead body, squeaking on both knees, and slamming at the speed that ordinary people can't.

She vacated, bursting a head, and lightly fell on the green tiled house next to the road.

The crowd immediately rushed up like a tide. She reversed her waist and turned back a sword to cut off a few people, the internal organs slipped, the blood spattered, and the purple clothes opened a few plum blossoms.

In the snoring of the mountains and the tsunami, the roof of her house is like an island, and she constantly pats the tide.

I can't take any exquisite swordsmanship, even the swordsman does not dare to provoke, just relying on the sharpness of the nine-yang sword in his hand, squatting and squatting, like a hatchet. Wherever the sword front went, the flesh and blood were divided, the bones and bones were broken, and the broken limbs of the broken limbs fluttered in the sky, and the purple clothes were dyed in an instant.

The foot suddenly swayed and stood unsteadily. Under the pressure of countless people, the house was about to fall. A middle-aged woman behind her took the opportunity to pounce on it.

She didn't look back, and she leaned back and leaned back. She snorted and screamed, accompanied by a burst of broken bones. The woman flew back and forth, her internal organs were cracked, her bones were broken, and her mouth spit out. A smoky black smoke.

Rumble! The house collapsed and the smoke was filled. She has fallen into the side lane next to it, and after a glimpse of the light, she will see everything around her, and she will kill a few people with her sword.

Toes on the toes, turned over the wall, and fell into a small courtyard in a blue brick pavilion, relaxing the bones and slightly adjusting the interest.

When the crowd overturned the brick wall, and when people turned their backs, she took a chance to kill another, and then withdrew from a courtyard before being surrounded.

She is in the city and fights and walks, kills each house and every wall, and grasps every inch of time to restore strength.

Man, kill. Woman, kill. The old man, kill ~www.novelbuddy.com~ young children, kill.

The small town turned into a slaughterhouse, and the corpses ran across the ground and blood ran.

She was also bathed in blood, but her eyes were clear and clear, she had no pity, no hesitation, and she was full of order and efficiency. It is neither cold and ruthless, nor cruel and killing. All this is to save people, even if only one flower is revealed in the end.

Is it sad? Angry? Fear? I am afraid there is, but there is another kind of thing that implements her mind and sword front, showing some hidden deep essence.

It is with this kind of thing that, after many years, in the face of the powerful demon of the killing stone, she will still be strong, and she will still be unable to disturb the talented gods, but will fall into the crazy killing, but dare to fight the sword. Li Qingshan was amazed.

Although she had been low for a long time before, others thought that she was full of embarrassment for today's slaughter. This kind of emotion is of course there, but only she knows that she is fearing herself today.

This point, even the Bull Giants do not know.

I don’t know how many people are under the sword. several hundred? several thousand? I only remember the last person, a sword, and slaughtered the city, and finally married the demon. How old was she in that year? How many people have you lost now?

Thinking of this, she suddenly hangs down the sword front, ignoring the crowds in front of her eyes, and Yang Tian smiles slightly: "The cow giant, it is not good to break into people's dreams."

Li Qingshan hugged his arms from the sky: "Long time no see, purple sword.

Perhaps the deity calls you the owner of the Tibetan Sword Palace, or, the Purple Sword King! ”