Chapter 70: But so

Dragon's Mausoleum.
啄草崖瀑布.
Nalan Rong stood on the edge of the waterfall and felt the anger of her chest, almost mad.
I used to listen to my brothers in the Jianmen. I said that the people who listened to the Yuge in the sword were shameless. I didn’t believe it at the time. Now I really saw it and I know that this is shameless.
Nangongjie, standing ten meters away from her, was wearing a white dress to win the snow. She was holding a three-footed sword. She couldn’t tell the story, but she could go to the extreme.
The sorrowful sword listened to the little cabinet owner of the rain pavilion. At the age of 18, he entered the starry glory and claimed to be the genius boy in the future.
Can actually do a strong prey, behind the sneak attack, squinting and talking about things. Even if there is a feud between the two sects, and they can’t look at each other, it’s the same thing that makes the disgusting thing on the sword. Don’t feel lost!
At present, the two star-studded brothers led by Qingqiu Jianmen have both died. The remaining six are all psychic disciples, not the opponent of Nangongjie.
It must be beaten.
Can only be glazed.
"Looking at me, I haven't changed my mind. I will throw away the three-eyed spirit deer, and you will be able to leave." Nan Gongjie's mouth illuminates the smile of the winner, and reaches out to the deer of Nalan Rongru.
None of the six disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen did not speak, just holding the hand of the sword and working harder.
Qi Shenghua and Yue Shu, who stood in front of Nalan Rongru, have begun to adjust their breathing, their wrists are slightly raised, the hilt is facing inward, the blade is facing outward, and the bright eyelids flash a trace of perseverance and determination.
The two of them are the only male disciples left in Qingqiu Jianmen. At this moment, it is natural that they first shot.
The disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, even if they knowingly can't beat, never heard of anyone who dared to shoot.
Nan Gongjie noticed the eyes of the two of them, and also saw the movements of the two men's wrists. They knew that what they said was treated as a whisper. The brows wrinkled and the eyes flashed impatiently. "Don't toast, don't eat and punish." Wine, what you want now is only the spiritual deer. If you don’t know how to lift it, then what you want is the life of all of you. Look at your appearance, it should be the first time to go out and practice, really thinking about all the tombs of the Emperor. There is no bones!"
When I saw Nalan Rong, I saw, "A female disciple who is like a jade flower, when I was eaten by the beasts, I don’t know if I went to the Huangquan. You dare not reincarnate."
"I will wait until all of them die here, and naturally there will be brothers who will seek revenge for you."
Nalan Rong said coldly, her appearance is a typical baby face, and the mouth is also decorated with two lovely dimples. Even if it is now glaring, it can not be disgusting, but it is a feeling that I see pity.
"silly!"
"Innocent!"
"You have no problem in your mind?"
"People are dead, who can know that you killed me!"
"Even if I know, who dares to come to me to seek revenge, I am listening to the little cabinet owner of Yuge, and your brothers dare to come to South Vietnam? Even if you come, do you still have to go back?"
Nan Gongjie pointed at Nalan Rong’s smile and laughed. This young female disciple was really stupid and cute, and she could not bear to take it.
"You are stupid!"
"Your family is stupid!"
"go to hell!"
If Nalan Rong listened to the ridicule of Nangong Jie’s arrogance, his eyebrows were slightly horizontal and cold, and he immediately pulled out his long-waist sword in a moment, with a posture that never went forward, and blinked ten meters between the two. A sword slammed into Nangongjie.
If Nalan Rong started his hand, it was the Qingqiu Jianmen, the hurricane in the nine swords.
"Glyphs!"
Nan Gongjie seems to have expected the general, the tip of the toes on the ground, the body shape retreat a few meters, and then a finger gently, the sword in his hand with a blue light stabbed the hurricane of Nalan Rongruo.
The blue light turned into a rain and fog in midair, and it was a sword. It looked like it was endless and hundreds of swords.
After Nalan Rong’s hurricane fell, his wrist turned, and the remaining eight swords in the Nine Swords followed one after another.
Thorn rain, frost, fog, thunder, broken mountains, water, Lingyun, burning day.
A sword takes a sword.
While drinking a sword, drink it as if it were a sword.
For the disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, the entry nine swords are the most familiar and the most easy to shoot swordsmanship. After the hurricane, the other eight swords are almost subconscious movements, even the brains are never used.
When the Nine Swords ended, Nalan Rong immediately returned to the sword defense, his chest was slightly ups and downs, his face was red, and although his mouth was constantly breathing, his eyes were full of excitement. This is the first time she went out to participate in the trial. It was also the first time to fight death in life, and it was a genius that was higher than herself. I thought that this introduction of the nine swords would not let her finish, but did not expect it. So smooth, do you have an unusual talent for fighting?
"Be careful!"
In the ear, the voice of the teacher, Qi Shenghua, was exclaimed, and then I saw the rain and fog that had been smashed in the air, and I was born with a sword, and stabbed Nalan Rongru’s heart with an unusual angle. door.
Feel the swordsmanship from the face, watching the ghost swords that are approaching in an instant, Nalan Rongruo's reaction is obviously slower than before. After all, it is the rookie who first killed, where to understand the skills of life and death. Only knowing the full force of the attack, there is no defensive strength at all. At this time, it is the old power has been exhausted, and the new force is not born.
"The sword of Qingqiu Jianmen."
"But so!"
"With a sword?"
"It’s ridiculous!"
Nan Gongjie sighed softly. "Today, let you see what is the real sword! What is the real king of the sword!"
The voice falls.
Sword to!
At the crucial moment, the two young disciples of the Qingqiu Jianmen, who had been watching the battle, were defending each other. They resisted the ghost sword of Nangongjie. One person reached out and directly returned to Nalan Rongruo and attacked the sword.
However, the difference between the realm is not enough to make up for it. What's more, Nangongjie is a sword, and he is good at long-range attacks. The higher the realm, the more powerful it is.
The sword that left the body was first crossed from the wrist of Qi Shenghua, then pierced the shoulders of Yue Shu, and finally pointed to the eyebrows of Nalan Rongruo.
The remaining three female disciples of Qingqiu Jianmen, who had never been shot, had no time to rescue them. They could only make an exclamation, but the exclamation was a bit strange. It seemed that it was not too sad. There was only shock in the voice.
Seeing the tragedy will happen soon.
And just then, a voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.
"stop!"
The simple two words, like the extraordinary magic, the sword that stabbed Nalan Rongru actually stopped at her eyebrows.
Can't stop.
Do not dare to keep on.
Because Nan Gongjie felt the extremely dangerous signal from his position on the back of his head as he heard the sound, he felt a sharp tingling.
Close to my own back, there is actually a sword!
Nangongjie of the starry glory, there is no sense at all, what sword is so embarrassing!
Climbing the position of the stone steps of the sloping cliffs, a figure appeared gradually. The front glance looked far away, and the latter glanced behind Nan Gongjie. "There was a madman who said that the sword of Qingqiu Jianmen is just like this. Is it ridiculous to say that the sword is arrogant?"
(Second today.)