Chapter 752: I am very happy!

Chapter 725, I am happy!
Chapter 725, I am happy!
Hey!
Song Yu’s chest was given a hole.
Splash of blood, fleshy valgus. This is the twelfth piece of his body. He has been silently remembering the number in his heart.
As the famous son of Tiandu City, the founder of Jingshui Yaji, he has always been very concerned about his appearance. Each of these people pulled a wound on him, which made him more uncomfortable than a knife in his heart.
"When I go on, I am afraid that I can't do the first thing to be a beautiful man in Tiandu City." Song Zhen thought in his heart.
Good beauty, good calligraphy, good temperament, and good people. Song Yu was called "four good sons" by the people of Tiandu City.
And because he usually knows the book, he is also the same modest and courteous to encounter some ordinary carmen, so he is deeply loved by the people of Tiandu.
At this moment, this is the messy hair of the high-altitude, and the clothes are ruined. The wounds on the body can be wound up along the basalt stone for three times.
咔嚓
Song Yu’s long sword flew in the hand, and a sword smashed the wild wolf general who pulled the exit on him.
Then, his figure flew back, his eyes staring fiercely at the wild wolf soldiers who gathered in his direction, and screamed: "Every time you make a hole in me, I will kill you. Who is in me? Leave a skeleton on my body, and I will leave his head."
"Song Wei, do you still have to resist?" Cui New Year stood in front of the wolves and looked at Song Wei, who was desperately fighting back. "I still have three thousand wild wolves, that is, everyone draws a hole in you, can give you a late, can you kill all of them?"
"Can kill one is one." Song Yan said with a smile, reached out and stroked long hair, let the flying long hair docile. I licked the wrinkled clothes and said, "I am not too reluctant to do such a thing. People are dead, who is still dying after the death? Seeing in a meeting, I used to call you a uncle." Can you ask for one thing?"
"what's up?"
"When I am dead, help me change my clean clothes. This set is broken, the clothes are not covered, and there is humiliation." Song said with a smile. "I am happy with white, and blue is also good."
Cui New Year has been indulging for a long time, looking at the scarred and exhausted Song Yu, said: "Let's go, I won't kill you."
Song stunned for a moment, then laughed.
I laughed and leaned forward, laughing and wounding blood, laughing and tears falling.
"You killed my grandfather, killed my father, killed my uncle, killed my brother - killed more than a thousand of our Song family - now suddenly told me not to kill me, let me go? Let me Go?" Song Song whimpered and burst into tears. "What? Is this your kindness to Cui? Or is it because you are in Cui's heart that you are so compassionate?"
"-" Cui New Year quietly silent, watching this boy who lost all the family vent their grief and anger.
"How can I go? How can I live?" Song Yan wiped his sleeves with tears, but his smile was more arrogant. "My family is all dead, what am I doing alive? Where can I go? Since life is not as good as death, simply die clean-"
Song Hao carrying a long sword, once again rushed toward the wolf army wolves.
嚓
A sword cut the head of a wild wolf army.
嚓
A sword broke the arm of a wild wolf army.
嚓
A sword pierced the throat of a wild wolf army -
嚓
Only heard the sound of the fleshy sound of the flesh being cut, Song Long’s long sword stopped.
A sharp sword pierces his body and passes through his chest.
"Thank you." Song Yi looked down at the long sword on his chest and said something.
He looked up and looked at Cui New Year and said, "I am very happy -"
thump--
Song Yu’s body fell forward and slammed on the lapis lazuli of Xuanwu Street.
In this battle, Song died 821 people and injured 217 people.
All the men left behind died in battle, and the children and children fled from the family secret road and were being chased by the wild wolf army.
To the south of Lushan Mountain, there is a water stop sword museum.
Stop the water sword museum, there are three thousand disciples.
The Zhishui Jianguan is the first swordhouse of the West Wind Empire, and it is also a swordhouse with great influence throughout the state.
During the heyday of the Zhishui Jianguan, the royal ministers of the Xifeng Empire will send their children to the Jianjian School. It is a pity that the old sword Mu Ding of the Zhishui Jianguan was lost in the hands of Li Muyang. The new wooden pavilion’s main wooden bath has not yet established an unshakable authority, and the reputation of the Zhishui Jianguan has plummeted. Can not be compared with the past.
Even so, it is still the first swordhouse of the Empire.
In the Sword God Square, hundreds of white-skinned barefoot apprentices are neatly arranged to practice the stab.
"Hey!"
"Ah!"--
Every time you sip, you will find a sword at the same time.
Hundreds of people have swords at the same time, only to see the swordsmanship, the swords and shadows, and the singer is stunning and beautiful.
Since more than a year ago, Li Muyang’s battle in the Swords Square has stopped the old sword Muding, which has caused the Jianshen Square to collapse seriously. After a year of recovery and reconstruction, there is still no way to compare with the previous Jianshen Square. Not as solemn as before, every black diamond stone seems to be filled with strong swords.
Those who are wearing white shirts are walking around in the middle of the crowd, and from time to time correct some of the disciples' sword movements and the way they force them.
At this moment, there was a squeaking sound from the climbing mountain road in the Plaza of the Swords.
Everyone stopped the sword movement in his hand and looked at it in the direction of the mountain road.
哐哐哐
Such sounds are far and near, and soon they come to the front.
I saw the soldiers on the mountain road, wearing heavy helmets and holding spears. It is as dense as a transit locust.
哐
The soldiers came very fast and quickly boarded the Square of the Sword God, and then opened the long line to automatically extend in two directions, just like two long snakes, the hundreds of water swordsmen on the square of the Swords Square were surrounded by water. .
咔嚓
The road in the middle was separated, and a group of supervisors wearing flying fish suits rushed to the middle of the crowd.
The head of the man is dark and the red is dazzling. Sword eyebrows, tall and straight, outstanding.
He glanced at the Square of the Sword God and said, "The wooden bath is white?"
"Where are you crazy? Do you dare to talk to our wood museum owner?" Someone in the crowd yelled.
"I don't like it?" The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled and said: "If you don't like it, then I will change the way I talk - let the wooden bath roll out and talk."
"kill."
Hundreds of water-swordsmen heard the young supervisory history saying nothing, and at the same time screamed.
They hold long swords and kill the sound.
The young men did not move, but their eyes stared at them coldly, lazily saying: "Killing? If the wooden bath is still not coming out, then it is really necessary to kill."
"Who wants to kill my owner?" A white-skinned middle-aged man came out of the air, carrying a jug, his chest open, letting the whistling wind blow to his chest. This style is like a generation of poetry swordsman and Li Qiubai of the liquor man.
"Yan Xiangma." The young boy supervised the history of Shen Sheng said.

Yan Xiang Ma?
The middle-aged swordsman’s expression was slightly sluggish. "Yan Xiang Ma?"
"Yes, it is the Yan Xiangma who was expelled from the house." Yan Xiangma added.
"Yan Xiangma? It really is the Yan Xiangma." The smile of the middle-aged swordsman became fun, and his eyes were like a sword, which was scraped off on the face of Yan Xiangma. "Isn't that Yan Yanma disappeared? Now I have led a heavy soldier into my Jianshen Square, and I am surrounded by water swordsmen - do you really know what you are doing?"
"Know it." Yan Xiangma nodded. "I have already said it very clearly, let the wooden bath roll out and talk."
"That must first ask me the sword of the king's calendar promised not to agree."
"Wang Li, one of the three madmen who stopped the water?" Yan Xiangma nodded and said: "Well, what is the name of your sword?"
"The sword name is no life!"
"That's good." Yan Xiangma stared at the waist of the Wang Li Sabre and said: "No sword, would you like to let the waterhouse main wooden bath roll out and talk to me?"
"Damn."
The dynasty violently screamed, and the wine gourd in his hand flew toward the position where Yan Xiangma stood.
In the process of flying, the wine in the wine gourd turned into a tens of thousands of swords, and the Yan Xiangma was shrouded in the air.
"roll."
Yan Yan’s arm was smashed, and the cloak on his body flew out like lightning, wrapping up the rain sword on the top of his head.
Yan Xiang Ma Yijian kicked out, and the big bag of wine was smashed toward the king of the air.
Wang Liyi’s sword came out and he only heard a loud noise. The big bag of wine had already turned into a balloon.
boom--
The explosion of the spirit began, and the body of the calendar was shot and flew out.
The figure retreated quickly until it was stopped at a great distance.
Wang Li stared at Yan Xiangma’s eyes and said,
Yan Xiangma, do you really think that you can use this shrimp and shrimp to move me to stop the water sword hall? As long as I make an order, I want to make this Thousands of wastes have gone."
"Don't blame your master. If I were you, I would like to ask the sword that you have in your hand - whether or not to let the wooden bath roll out and speak."
"There is too much deception." One of the palms of the king's hand was lifted up. Hundreds of water-swordsmen were quietly swaying and quickly gathered toward his position.
Just waiting for him, hundreds of swordsmen launched an attack on Yan Xiangma.
"Stop." A shout of majesty came.
I saw the gate of the sword hall open, and a group of white-skinned water-swordsmen walked toward the square of the sword god. The head of the person is the wooden bath white of the owner of the Zhishui Jianguan.
The wooden bath is slow to move, but the speed of advancement is very fast.
In the blink of an eye, he has already reached the front of Yan Xiangma.
I looked up and down the Yan Xiangma and asked: "You are Yan Xiangma?"
"I am Yan Xiangma?"
"You want to see me?"
"I think, this time, it should be the owner of the wooden museum who wants to see me more - I know that you want to see me, and I have to see me, so I am coming. The wood museum owner does not have to be polite. I just do it." It’s just what you should do.

"Why should I see you?"

Don't the wooden museum owner feel any danger at all?
Yan Xiangma said with a smile:
The big thing is not good.

The wooden bath was white and simmered for a moment, and he asked: "The old - the matter of fairy tales is true?"
"What do you think?"
"Song's -"
"Probably escape a few people."
"Do you think that with these people, you can let me have a white bath? You think that you can destroy the roots of the millennium of the Water Sword Museum by your small supervisor, Shi Yanxiang Ma?"
Yan Xiangma sighed softly and said: "The wooden museum owner has reached this point. Why are you still saying these stupid things? I know that these people can't stop you. I also know that the little Yan Xiangma can't stop the water sword. The millennium foundation of the pavilion. But is Yan Xiangma really Yan Yanma? Now Yan Xiangma is standing here, who is standing next time?"
"-"
"Yan Xiangma, what do you want us to do?" Muen asked with a loud voice. Muen is the son of the wooden bath white, the student of the Starry Academy, this time also carrying a long sword to fight side by side with his father.
Yan Xiangma glanced at Muen and nodded slightly to him.
Then, his line of sight was transferred to the wooden bath again, and he screamed: "Your Majesty."