Chapter 642, I am back.

The stone-grained ancient sword with silver light pattern, in the hands of the lazy, issued a long-sounding sound of swords.
Shan Yunxiu stared at his sweetheart.
This is him.
This is the one who was the original.
He is back.
Wei Ximin smiled and stared at the lazy, saying: "In those years, you were not my opponent. Now, you are not, I will once again slam you, step on the foot, let you understand, what is the real genius What is the real pride... kill!"
He was covered in black and pointed out.
"The magic is swallowing the sky... one is swallowing the heavens!"
A solid black devil snake entangled at his fingertips and spit out a red letter.
Destroy the world.
"Smoke rain blurs the crane!"
The stone-grained ancient sword in the lazy hands is thrown out.
The same sword method, he used to play it once, but was beaten by the lazy.
This time, once again, the smoke and rain in the sky are blurred, and the incomprehensible sense of language is rising in the hearts of everyone who sees this sword.
"what……"
The screams sounded.
Wei Ximin retreated like a snake.
His fingertips were cut off by Jianguang.
One stroke is defeated.
how come?
"I don't believe it." Wei Ximin looked at his broken fingers and looked more and more embarrassed.
Lazy is not willing to say more.
The stone-patterned ancient sword waved again.
"The Southern Dynasty smoked nineteen states."
It is the same sword style.
The road is lazy and has changed for a long time. The same moves are once again swayed out of his hands. It seems to be a peerless painter's house in the mist and rain, and his sword is his pen.
The pen walks the dragon snake.
The sword is horrified.
Wei Ximin’s expression, exhausted: "The magic is swallowing the sky... the are the sky!"
He pressed his two fingers, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be pressed by the two fingers, to be broken and to be shaken.
but--
puff!
Blood light sputtering.
Two broken fingers fly in the blood.
Wei Ximin, like a ghost in the day, squats back.
The two moves, the display is his most proud fingering.
He did not know how many strong enemies had been killed by [Meng Yuan swallows the sky].
But today's two moves, in exchange for his right hand, only left.
A feeling of discomfort that made him feel pale and powerless.
This is more uncomfortable than killing him.
"I don't believe... you waste, I want to stand on my head? I don't think about it! Dreaming!" Wei Ximin stared at the lazy, and the whole person was completely exhausted.
The original, young and handsome face has become distorted like the ugliest devil.
"Magic swallows the sky, three fingers..."
He is roaring.
However, a sword directly penetrated his chest and directly interrupted the cohesion of the third move.
Stone pattern ancient sword.
The hilt is held in the lazy hand.
"Oh..." The blood rushed out of Wei Ximin's mouth.
He looked incredulously lazy.
The lazy face calmly said: "The first two swords are to tell you that the real [Southern Dynasty smoke and rain sword] is enough to crush your [magic swallows], and this sword is to tell you that the present You, in front of me, are already vulnerable and kill you, like killing chickens."
He stepped on Wei Ximin's chest and abdomen and stepped him down.
The ancient stone sword slowly pulled out.
"You...hey..." Wei Ximin still wants to struggle, but the smoke and rain that flows into his body along the stone-grained swords blurs his sword. It has instantly destroyed his instinct and shattered his meridian dantian. The power that can't be gathered at all can only be slammed on the ground.
Lai lazy stepped on Wei Ximin's chest, condescending, overlooking, said: "Today, send you this twisted butcher on the road."
The tip of the stone-sword ancient sword is aligned with Wei Ximin's forehead.
Under the shadow of death, the anger and panic on Wei Ximin’s face gradually dissipated.
"Well, you do it, haha... I... I owe you everything, I will give it back to you." He smiled madly and looked at the lazy: "Do it, give me the dignity and glory I deserve."
At the last moment of his life, Wei Ximin seems to have calmed down.
The lazy shook his head and corrected it word by word: "Wrong, it is not that you gave it back to me, but I brought it back by myself. This is two different things."
The disdain and disdain in his eyes deeply hurt the heart that Wei Ximin had calmed down.
"As for the last dignity and glory?" Lazy sneered: "Oh, are you worthy?"
Wei Ximin suddenly and fiercely struggled: "How is it wrong? What do you say, you have defeated you after all, you were my defeat, I..."
The voice has not fallen.
The stone-patterned ancient sword completely penetrated his head.
The sword has destroyed all the vitality.
"I... I don't accept it! I am not willing!"
Wei Ximin twisted and shouted at the last moment of his life.
But everything has come to an end.
The lazy slowly pulled out the ancient stone sword, stood in front of Wei Ximin's body, and wiped the blood on the sword with Wei Ximin's black clothes.
This battle of the peaks and turns has finally ended.
The road was lazy and turned back to Li Mu’s front, and he took a long glimpse.
Li Mu smiled.
At first he just felt that he was lazy, and he couldn’t understand it. He didn’t expect to have such a story behind him.
Today, the first day of the Yanhuang War Department finally recovered the long lost glory.
Today's lazy, half-step king-level cultivation, one person and one sword, enough to sweep the entire Yingxianxing area, it is the size of the Ziwei star field, you can also go.
Single Yun Xiu was so weeping, on one side, gently hugged the lazy.
All the sufferings and tortures have finally disappeared.
"Haha, Wushou Buddha, brother, we met again." The old Taoist appeared on the sword of freedom, and squinted at Li Mu.
Li Mu recognized that this horrible Taoist priest was the wretched old Taoist who was watching in the crowd when he was on the Jinyangzong Star Station. He was also heard in the sound of Star Wind City. The wretched Tianzun that appears in the chaotic air mass of the sky.
Sure enough, the same person.
"Predecessors." Li Mu returned.
The old Taoist priests and haha ​​said: "Hey, don't don't, let's be almost the same now, don't call the predecessors, call me Tianzunge."
Tian Zunge?
What is the name of this sing?
At this time, the figure in the black cloak also fell on the deck of the Freedom Sword.
"meet again."
It is like the strange sound of two pieces of moss-covered rough stone.
Li Mu’s eyes lit up:
Is it you?

This black cloak figure turned out to be the mysterious black cloak stall owner who sold the original stone in the market in the former Jinjin Town.
"It turns out that you are also a person in the Yanhuang War Department. Isn't that..." Li Mu was surprised.
In this way, the black cloak stall owner who has even the original stone of the gods is actually a sinner?
Li Mu suddenly realized.
He saw on Xianxian that there was a big battle in the outer space of the bitter star world. The two sides won no match. In addition to the three heads of the dogs, the other party must be a sinner headed by Tianzun. The camp, except for the Tianzun, other elites did not show up, and the black cloak mysterious stall owner appeared so well in the town of Jinjin, not accidental, but like the wretched Taoist Tianzun, after the war, came鎏金镇修整?
The black cloak mysterious stall owner nodded and said: "After life is awesome, I didn't expect that the little guy who was mixed in the lower gates of the day was actually the hero who turned the tide today."
At this point, 100,000 ghost repairs have been set back.
The warriors of the Yanhuang War Department also came to the side of the Sword of Liberty.
When they picked up the visor, Li Mu saw that these soldiers had young monks and old people with vicissitudes.
Different looks.
The only thing that is the same is the fearless warfare in their eyes, and the loyalty to the robes and races.
Perhaps their armor has been damaged, their weapons have been crippled, their attitude is slightly exhausted, but their will, which supports the banner of the dragon and blood, has made the top three elite warriors in the Ziwei Star Field. The prestige of the predecessors, they broke through the starry sky, the military front pointed out, the Wan people shudder.
In Li Mu’s heart, there is no way to contain a kind of respect.
When he thought that he was in the world of China, in the earth, in the bitter star, and in the Star City, he actually had such an iron-blood warfare that was not afraid of death, and also survived the hard-supporting Yanhuangxue dragon species. .
Compared to what I have done, these seemingly ordinary sergeants are paying more and being more great.
Looking at the faces of expectation, respect, and worship, looking at their eyes, Li Mu didn't know why, there was no acid in the heart, and then there was a burst of blood.
"You... hard work." Li Mu saluted to such an iron warfare department.
The soldiers did not speak.
They took off their helmets and placed them on the left chest, then used the weapons in their right hand to stick them tightly to the right chest and then gently hit them.
Hey!
Hey!
The weapon hits the armor.
It is also the voice of loyalty hitting the heart.
This is the most noble tribute to the heroes of the Xuanhuang War Department.
It was the ugly old Taoist priest, and at this moment, he also solemnly put his fist on his chest.
"They have heard your story and know your legend." The black cloak mysterious stall owner walked to Li Mu's side and said: "In the long river of the world, only the loyalty is eternal, only the blood is immortal, every The story of a sinner's rebellion, whether it is success or failure, is the biggest motivation that motivates them to move forward. The world is like chess, life is like a pawn, yellow blood, dragons, long rivers, who have seen Yan Huang warriors take a half step back ?"
The wretched Taoist priest Tian Zun also said: "Gathering is a fire, scattered with the stars, the men and women of our sinners, no matter where they are, never forgot their mission, the Yellow War, never yield."
Dao Lao also looked at the warriors who were wounded in front of them. They put their own swords on the chest with a stone-stained sword. "Brothers, today, I am back, I will use my sword in my hand, use my blood inside my body." Defend the dignity and glory of the Yellow War."
Hey!
The soldiers returned.
Shan Yunxiu stood gently beside the lazy side, did not say a word, but it has already indicated everything.
The single masters and seniors who survived this war may not understand the passion of the sinners in their hearts, but they are also shocked by this scene. Look at these People, watching this piece of calm contain the face of a peerless fanaticism, from the home to the single head, down to every sailor, they feel that they all have goose bumps, lost the ability to speak in the shock.
Li Mu laughed with tears: "I am back."
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