Nine dragons roaring at the sky, blocking the space; silk ribbons are like rain, and a song of soul-suppressing.

The sword dragon winds, the cold light is yes, and the countless flying knives that form the sword dragon completely seal the sand into rice, and all possible spaces to leaps.

The silk ribbons are like strings, the strings of the guqin, and the strings of the guqin are the soul-suppressing songs, a song that suppresses the soul, sends you to rebirth.

At this moment, Sha Chengmi's face turned as if she was defeated, and her eagle's eyes were dim.

Thirty-six fatal holes in the body were all shrouded under the cold wind.

The breath of death gradually spread, surging up to Sha Chengmi's heart, and suddenly spread throughout his body.

The eagle spreads its wings and travels thousands of miles.

In Wanshou Temple in Nanzhao, the leading figures, the goshawks and golden penis, are all figures that are famous all over the world; but today, the goshawks are trapped and the golden penis dies.

Will God kill these brothers today?

Sha Chengmi's face was full of horror and his eyes were dim. Yang Liuye and Cha Shuchen's cooperation were seamless and without any flaws. How could he find a trace of vitality?

The dense green threads filled the eyes, and each thread was like a flying needle, extremely sharp, chasing the soul and killing the death.

It is as dense as a numbness, its speed is as lightning.

It was a green silk thread that turned into three thousand black hairs, it was the treasure-suppressing soldiers who were Yue Yin and Yun Yu to check Shu Chen. The swords were hard to hurt, and the fire was not damaged. Such an ancient weapon could not resist the body of the mortal body made of sand into rice.

Perhaps in the next moment, these green silk threads will pierce through his body and take away his vitality.

The thought of death arose, and the face of sinister sand turned into rice. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out and his body was trembling like an epileptic.

He, a generation of monks in Wanshou Temple, was scared of the great monk who had survived for hundreds of years.

The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

But when he was facing death, this great monk who had lived for hundreds of years was actually afraid. He wanted to seek Buddha with his body. Isn’t it just a saying?

"Not good!" Above the city, the gloomy old man in a black robe immediately roared.

Sha Chengmi is a master of Zu Xuan. It is no exaggeration to say that any such master is enough to change the final result of a battle situation. In the era of cold weapons, no force can afford to lose such a master, so how can the old man not be surprised?

"Chang Yun, save people." After exclaiming, the old man shouted loudly without looking back.

Before the voice fell, the young man in a green robe and a beautiful beard with a long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly opened. As the eyes opened, there seemed to be two invisible lightning flashes in the sky, which appeared to be sweeping thousands of miles away.

It was a pair of arrogant eyes, narrow and arrogant, and the hero was the only one who could be.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the young man didn't even look at the top of the city, and instantly waved his sword and angrily attacked the sky.

The knife is the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, a peerless and wonderful knife.

People are heroes, loyalty and righteousness will last forever.

A hero is paired with a sword, and the world is roaring. In this life, why not be charming?

This may be a portrayal of Guan Yunchang's mood at this moment.

I think he was a hero for a lifetime, loyal and righteous person until his death. He was famous for his lifetime and was passed down through eternal eternal eulogy.

But now, although he has lived a new life, his martial arts and current living environment are several times better than his previous life, but to this day, he is just a thug called by others, not bad, he is a thug.

Is the second brother depressed? Is the second brother depressed? Is the second brother willing? ...

The answer must be yes!

With a feeling of depression,

With a deep aggrievance and endless unwillingness, the Qinglong Crooked Moon Sword roared together with endless winds and gathered together clouds from all directions, as if the sky was swelling, as fast as the flowing light, the sun and the moon were lost, and the sky and the earth were dull.

In the blink of an eye, this world was vast and endlessly drowsy; in the drowsy world, there seemed to be only one sword left, and only one sword was Guan Erge's Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

With a sword, the sky and the earth were shocked.

In the whistling wind and the sky and the earth were gone, tens of thousands of elite defenders in the city were all struggling and were shocked!

In the dark that day, the willows were crying and the flowers were crying, countless soldiers outside the city fell in large numbers, falling one after another. Guan Yun had not yet come out, and thousands of troops were shaking, and the atmosphere was full of energy.

Even the five masters who were fighting under the imperial city were dying when they noticed the invisible trend and stopped in panic. Especially Yang Liuye, Li Tianfu and the other three who had just gained the upper hand, did not dare to stop and immediately turned back.

But in the moment he went backwards, Cha Shuchen hesitated for a moment, and finally calmed down and used up all the tricks.

The green silk ribbon that turned into three thousand black hairs suddenly penetrated Sha Chengmi's body, leaving his relieved and reborn face forever on his face.

"ah!"

After the rest of his life, before he could speak ecstatically, he found that his chest had been pierced by countless silk threads. After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly realized that he suddenly wailed, and the shrill wail instantly shook the world and wandered around the sky.

As the saying goes, killing people without blood, all of them are top experts. They all have one common characteristic, that is, fast.

Cha Shuchen was not fast, but because of the magic weapon of the sect, Cang Yuetao, she could still kill people without blood. From the outside, Sha Chengmi seemed to be completely damaged, and was lifelike, but his vitality was all taken away by Cang Yuetao.

"No" is Yao Ruo's roar, heart-wrenching and painful.

Even without asking, Yao Ruo knew that his senior brother jumped off the city wall to help him; but now he is still alive, and the senior brother who was with him day and night died, died in Cha Shuchen's hands, how could his heart not be hurt?

Accompanied by this terrifying sound of the listener, the listener roared sadly, and a silver light that cut through the clouds and cut through the sky instantly slashed down. The silver light was as bright as thunder.

Guan Yunchang's angry sword finally fell down at this moment.

A sword is not as dazzling as it seems, but it is extremely sharp; a sword is not as beautiful as it seems, but it is extremely secluded.

A sword breaks the wind and clouds, a sword breaks the cycle of reincarnation, a sword breaks the spring and autumn, and a sword competes with the passing years.

Even if the master of Zuxuan looks at it, he will never think that this is a sword from the human world. It seems to come from the underworld because it has too much reluctance; it also seems to come from Jiuyou because it also contains a strong sense of affliction.

A sword is swung out, cutting off time, shattering the passing years, passing through spring and autumn, and blasting the future. This is an extremely depressed sword, a sword that is eager to open up the future.

The sword is majestic, like a dragon roaring in the wild.

The sword is vigorous and unstoppable.

The sword light, the sword curtain, and even the long sword aura are extremely sharp and invincible.

Unfortunately, Cha Shuchen insisted on killing Sha Chengmi and fell to the end, so she was the first to be shrouded by the sword force.

Not only that, even Yang Liuye and Li Tianfu, who were backwards ahead of her, did not escape in the end, and were all trapped in it by the boundless trend of this sword.

Even in front of the formation of the garrison, Yuchi Jin, the supreme commander of the three armies, besieged the imperial city, was unfortunately shrouded under the invincible sword force.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all wonders. When you enter the mysterious, you first enter the natural realm. However, the natural realm is not the ultimate realm of entering the mysterious. With the power of Guan Yunchang's sword, he obviously entered a higher realm, and it is very likely that he was in a state of relief.

I felt relieved and angrily, and I dared to ask the Dynasty to change its appearance. This is definitely not just a saying.

Guan Yunchang's angrily sword was not aimed at people at all, but the boundless sword force brought by the Qinglong Yanyue sword almost captured all the masters of Yuchi Jin's side.

Perhaps, there is still one person who remains; that person is naturally Zhu Li who was locked up by Yuchi Jin.

Behind the besieged army, a black-faced young man with a chariot wheel was standing beside a heroic young man; these two people were no one else, but Zhou Ran and Zhu Li, who were locked up by Yuchi Jin, were not qualified to run to the formation.

At this moment, they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the spatula light on the city from afar, with an inexplicable expression.

Zhou Ran's originally gray face is now pale, almost comparable to the delicate little girl. Now he is obviously not dark anymore, but this is not worth being happy because he was scared.

When Zhu Li's face was stunned when she saw the sword light that gathered together in the wind and clouds and changed the world.

At this moment, Zhu Li's heart suddenly trembled, and her intuition told him that something bad seemed to happen.

At this moment, a feeling of heartache suddenly broke out, just like a sharp sword suddenly pierced the heart.

It hurts so much that it is almost suffocating; it hurts so that it is broken.

In the dark, he seemed to feel that someone who was very important to him would leave him forever.

And this feeling is the feeling of losing the important person. It is so familiar and bitter. Anyone has tasted it once, and he will never want to taste it again.

That kind of walking dead feeling, the kind of hard work, and I don’t want my brain to have a rest, because once I stop, my brain will think of that important person.

When I think of that person, life immediately loses its color, all food loses its taste, and the world is gray, just like the current sky.

The stimulation of pain, the stimulation of familiarity, and the familiarity of old scenes made Zhu Li suddenly murmur: "Jin'er!"

"Jin'er!"

"Jin'er!"

.........

His voice was brighter and louder than each other, firmer than each other, and persistent than each other.

When the last "Jiang'er" shouted out, the torrent of memory, like a rushing river, suddenly poured back into Zhu Li's sea of ​​consciousness.

This memory is extremely familiar, and it seems that it was part of his experience, but for some reason, he was isolated from the existing memory.

It was originally his memory, and it was extremely smooth to accept it, almost natural; after having that past memory, Zhu Li's heart suddenly developed an enlightenment.

He is Zhu Li, who lived for two lives. He was the master of Shanhai Jing, he was the General Huaihua, and he was also the lover of the leader of the three armies in front of the horse formation.

Only when you have lost it will you know how to cherish it. This is the disadvantage of human beings; some people have less gains and are even more afraid of losing it. In the world of emotions, Zhu Li is undoubtedly such a type of person.
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