Vol 11 Chapter 118: Tonight deceased (above)

The night is fascinating, and a half-moon of faint yellow is looming in the dark clouds. (Baidu search: net, see the fastest update of the novel) (net / /)
An empty city, the buildings are as if they are still talking about the prosperity of the past.
The evening wind is light, and the white paper money is spread over the place, sometimes with the wind.
Between the shadows of Senran, on a long street, quietly driving a bright black carriage, two glazed wind lamps burning green ghosts, like gloomy eyes. The high horses of the four carts are looming and do not smell a horseshoe.
The arrival of the carriage did not disturb the death of the city, but like a dark river that merged into the lake.
The curtain of the car picked up, revealing a face like jade. If the heart glanced around, there was no slight movement on the face. He asked: "The secluded adult, although many people have died here, it seems that there are not many eggs."
It used to be one of the eighty-one houses in Qingzhou. After being broken by the king of Feitian, millions of people died in the insects. At the same time, they became the largest nest in the northern part of Qingzhou, and they gave birth to countless flying dragons and demons. However, after the Qingzhou practitioners strangled completely, they have completely become a dead city, and the street paved by Qingshi is not suitable for the reproduction of common locusts.
"There are other bugs here."
The secluded reclining on the couch, gently stroking the cat in the arms, the black cat was lazy in her arms, not much angry, and fell in line with her temperament.
"The people in the Tibetan sword palace?" asked at random.
"I should praise you smart?" asked quietly.
"It doesn't have to be." If the heart smiles slightly, put down the curtain and quietly run "Cloud Furnace Book". There is no need to bother to admire the secluded sorrows. Even if it is in the northern part of Qingzhou, the control area of ​​the Tibetan sword palace.
"You are really smart. (Baidu search: net, the fastest update of the novel)" secluded slightly dagger, bowed to the cat in the arms of the road: "String Moon, I killed two people in the Tibetan sword palace to avenge you.

If the eyes are slightly open, there is a hint of surprise.
"Do not bother you, the person who bullies me is dead." The string moon has no interest in swinging its tail.
"How can you die? The people in the Tibetan sword palace are dead, but one day, I will kill them one by one and then become a ghost slave."
A quiet and faint road, a pale smile on the pale, melancholy face.
The string moon looked up at the quiet look. Crow up your body. I knew that she was not talking to herself. It was like this after the war in the Tomb Hill, perhaps before, so I wanted to leave this comfort zone. Go to the distant Longzhou.
"Hey. Then kill it!" But now she no longer wants to go to Longzhou. In the heart silently said: "I have to avenge the big black, Mo Hailong Wang you give me waiting, dare to kill my black. I will not let you go!"
This belief is so hopeless and so determined.
As the carriage goes to the center of the city, the surrounding buildings are damaged. The buildings collapse and become almost ruined. At the very center of this ruin, there is a man, a Tsing Yi, a handle. Broken sword, look down.
Not far away, a purple woman sitting in the corner of the collapsed half of the hall, holding her hand on her cheek, looking up at the changing Yunshan, her face is not stunning, but there is a vigorous and energetic, even this deep The night, the ruin of the miserable, can not affect the points, but it has further encouraged her hopes.
The Tsing Yi man looked up at her and his face warmed up. "Purple sword, let's go back!"
"Okay." Yu Zijian responded with a bang from the corner. "What can the brothers gain?"
"The Qingxu sword is too deep, I am afraid it will take another hundred years to fully penetrate."
Fu Qingying had a doubt in his heart. After breaking from the Qingxu sword, his practice in these years was very smooth, and he had passed through the second day of robbery. But since this year, when he learned the Qingyun sword, there is always a The feeling of incompatibility seems to be a little worse, so I found inspiration in this ruin.
"Well, when we get together, we will combine the swords and kill all the monsters like the Flying King!" Yu Zijian's eyes are stunned, and the killing is pure and clear.
"Can't kill."
Fu Qinglan shook his head slightly. No matter how hard he tried, there would always be such a ruin born. The splendid architecture also had a moment of dumping, and he wanted to guard it, but he was looking for trouble.
Even if there are no demons to devour and kill, these thousands of creatures will eventually escape. The so-called good and evil, what is the matter?
"You can kill if you can't finish it!" Yu Zijian looked persistent.
"Where are you going, I will accompany you."
Fu Qingying wondered how he could have such an idea of ​​confusing good and evil, is it too deeply affected by the sword of this Qing Dynasty? However, after the Qingxu sword broke, the influence of the Qing Dynasty sword masters was eliminated. All the thoughts should be derived from his own heart!
"Thank you brother, I have to work hard to practice, and I will join you in the early days." Yu Zijian said.
Fu Qingying looked at her eyes, and there was a faint flow of bright purple. Yu Zijian said strangely: "What happened?"
"Nothing?" Fu Qingyi took the lead to remove his gaze and shook his head.
The Qing dynasty sable, one yin and one yang, one handle is born, the other handle must follow, the sword master is mostly a couple. But the strange thing is that they have been together for so many years, the tacit understanding is very deep, but they can not give a touch of affection.
"Go back to the sword palace!"
Half a month broke through the clouds, the clear light sprinkled the empty city, the two purple swords were waiting to go empty, a ghost suddenly rose up, flying over the ruins of the city, Fu Qing suddenly looked back, I saw a huge ghost claw I took it and avoided it.
boom!
The loud noise is like a thunder, the earth is violently trembled, and numerous ruins are broken and scattered.
A mountainous ghost stands in the ruins, and a palm is photographed on the earth. It is a ghostly king.
The carriage stopped quietly at the foot of the ghost, and the secluded walked down from the carriage: "The Qingxu Ziyan, I did not expect two big fish."
Between the fingers of the sinister king ~EbookFREE.me~ transmission of the fusion of blue and purple, Fu Qingying and Yu Zijian double swords, forming a illusory non-magic boundary, purple buildings in a blue ruin looming, blue thick The purple light, but joined hands to resist the deadly blow.
"The secluded, so small act, is it what the great monks do?" Fu Qing said, not only to bully, but also to use this kind of sneak attack.
"The bug." The sly face was disgusted and dismissed. The evil belly king is pressed against another giant palm, and the illusion of blue and purple is immediately on the verge of breaking.
"Do you really want to fight with the Tibetan Sword Palace?" Fu Qing said.
"I just want to crush you."
"The secluded adult, I am afraid this will not help us to deal with the Flying King." Ruxin also walked down from the carriage.
"As a heart, I just boasted that you are smart, don't be stupid."
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