"One footstein in the sky! Who dares to be a Qingju?"

The comments in front of the eyes have been brushed, neatly, forming a wave, drowning the whole vision.

The preaching pictures of tens of millions of people seemed to be completely tamed, and no one dared to speak wildly, and only brushed the screen.

The matchmaker trembled with excitement, but for the first time, she refused to turn off the comments in the preacher.

She wiped out the high altitude again and again, swept to the sword sea, swept towards the famous sword, and swept to the hazy and powerful figure.

"How, how powerful ..."

On weekdays, the tongue is like her. At this moment, I realize that the vocabulary I have mastered is so barren, but I can't use the more gorgeous words to describe the scene I see now.

Of course, the loser is not only the matchmaker. At this time, all the preacher holding the apricot, each one can't stop shaking in his hand.

Each apricot, all on the screen.

With the phrase "Wan Jian returns to the Zong", the five -domain thunder is flat, and no one can calm down.

"One foot of heaven is known, who dares to be a Qingju?"

It is true that in the second half of the sentence, in recent decades, you can only say that young people who do not know about the world still do not understand it.

But the first half of the sentence, this time, it is old and young, each understands.

The realm of turning his hands and rain is overwhelming. The order is both out of the order, the famous sword worships the calmness, and the momentum of the emperor, but the momentum of me alone ...

Why is it difficult to board the sky?

Eight virtues, a word is enough!

After the crazy screen with a dozen breaths, when the famous sword had to stop the scene, the five -domain viewers calmed down slightly.

Some people count the number of famous swords, from enthusiasm to anxiety, but only a little bit worse.

"This sword is less?"

"Evil swords, blood swords, magic swords, demon swords, rod swords, crane swords, although the famous sword is empty, the momentum is magnificent, more magnificent than the sword sea, but you can count it, this is only six?"

"The moon is chasing the moon, the black curse, etc. are also here, and the sword in the sword in the sword of Jianzuka was also here. I also saw Gu Lao's Meizi Yu, but these are not the famous swords in the world.

"?"

"Yes, although the other swords are okay, but the twenty -first sword is the twenty -one. There are only six numbers on the list.

"Why is it okay? 'Chasing the moon is the god sword wind without marks, you stupid, do you know the concept of the wind without marks, the first person below the sword god! Chasing the moon, why is it enough to have the threshold of the famous sword?

Is it funny? (Not the wind family, but just can't stand it) "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

"There are also Emperor Sword, Xuan Jian Taicheng, Divine Sword Xuancang, these are all over the world, chaos, the five major artifacts, where is not comparable to the famous sword twenty -one?"

"But the famous sword is a famous sword. Where can I find alternatives? This is not buying food. This is not enough. There is no one over there.

"Family in front of the wind, you have to laugh at the old juice ..."

"What about the sword over Fusang City? I remember who had watched who had been wondering before. Isn't Brother Xiao who took two or three famous swords?"

"Yes! Laugh!"

So everyone started to laugh.

The preacher is extremely clever, and the guy who places the picture on the back of Ling Lake is gone.

"Brother Kendo, I can't stand up anymore ..."

Laughing is too severe.

He and Xiao Wanfeng can be called a brother and brother, and he helped each other to get up.

"Hey! Look at it!"

"Ling Sword, even if it is over the famous sword, what's the matter of that sack, why is it buzzing, it seems to want to go to heaven?"

"Haha, a bit funny, isn't that the broken sack that the eighth sword fairy has always carried — not only the sword, the ancient sword -Xiu carrying bag, but also a dream?"

"No, brother, your information is too backward. Those with sacks have always been a smile of the eighth.

"But then again, why does Xiao Yan always drag up a sack? Can't it be filled with a famous sword?"

"What shit, how can my brother disrespect the famous sword so much?"

There are only a few refutes.

Soon, each preacher felt that there was something wrong. On the preaching picture of everyone, the comments were alienated:

"?"

"???"

"?????"

All question marks.

There are also people who marked the comments of the shit guy, responding to a series of "?", And "!", Which are all symbols invented by the grandpa.

"Oh!"

There are dreams with a dream buzzing, and I want to go to heaven.

But after all, it is just a sack, no sword spirit, no wings, and twice, hitting the ground heavy.

"咣“, ”“ ... "

The sound of the iron block impact in it.

Under the movement of the sword of the high -altitude sword, it was so slight, but so harsh.

"sack!"

The five domains are boiling, and the sloppy bag of the drum is definitely not an ordinary sack.

"Mr. Yan people, I have a busy inviting you to help."

On the side of Linghu, Xiaoxiao struggled for a long time, but still couldn't get up. He could only ask for help not far away.

"What's the matter?"

At first sight, Mei Yiren saw each other's palm apricot, and Jin Xing turned around, and he knew it was a big event. The face quickly returned to the wind and clouds, and he shook the paper fan.

Laughing pointed at his feet: "Kick over."

"Tips."

Mei Yi people do it.

The sack "Dang Dang" sounded, only half a foot.

His expression twitched sharply, his chest was broken and bleeding, and he almost covered his toes and jumped up.

But under the high attention, this is impossible!

The Mei Yi people endured the pain, the paper fan was in combination, and everything was sword. Shi Shiran pointed the sack in the past, extremely powerful.

"call……"

Smile grabbed the sack, Chang Shu breathed, and the expression began to become hot.

Xiao Wanfeng felt the heat on his side, and he was surprised to turn back: "Brother, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Xiao, you are optimistic ..."

"What?"

"This sack, it will be handsome!"

"ah?"

Xiao Wanfeng is puzzled.

But when I saw a brother with a smile on the side, my mouth suddenly grinned to the temple, her expression from fiery to enthusiastic, and finally became extremely embarrassed.

Regardless of his injuries, he forcibly got up like Huiguang.

At the same time, the seal was stunned, and the upstart of the feet flashed away, and then the slap slapped the big sack in front of me.

"Tibetan character sword, solve!"

Drink it.

The golden light flashed on the sack, and the word "Tibetan" was floating in the sky.

After the hum trembled, the word "Tibetan" was cracked, split away, and turned into gold spots, disappearing in the air.

"This is……"

Xiao Wanfeng's pupils suddenly enlarged.

Because with a solution with the Tibetan word sword, he obviously felt that the inside of the sack from scratch, suddenly climbing out of the vast sword gas.

In terms of experience, it is more magnificent than Sword Sea above!

Not only Xiao Wanfeng.

Behind him, there was no moon, the wind listened to dust, Gu Qing, Qi Qi shocked his head.
To be continued...