Chapter 285: Sword God Murongbo

The moonlight is cold and the whole world is silent. //www, qb5, c0m// cool breeze, with the cold cold in the mountains.
A touch of white shadow stands at the peak of Yuxu Mountain. The mountain wind blows her clothes and makes a cracking sound, like a fluttering desire, not like a mortal man.
For a long time, a sigh of sighs emerged from the mouth of Bai Ying, and the solitude of loneliness echoed in the jungle of the valley.
"Unparalleled? It's a good name." Bai Ying murmured, his mind involuntarily emerged the sad star, why did he call her unparalleled? Why are you looking at her with such sad eyes? Did you admit the wrong person?
If Long Yi is here, he will find that the white shadow on the top of the mountain is just why he lost his memory.
"My name is ice condensate, not called unparalleled." The white shadow whispered softly. She gently removed the yarn below, revealing a peerless face, her face was quiet and calm, but her thoughts were reminiscent of the strange man, her There is no such thing in his memory, but she can feel the strange telepathy between him and herself, which makes her very upset.
Ice condensation suddenly raised his hand and pulled out a strange pendant from his neck. I don’t know what metal was cast, the back is as smooth as jade, and the front is engraved with a fiery red sun rising from the east, from her crystal Woke up, the pendant was worn on her neck.
Watching the pendant for a long time, Ice Cough held it in the palm of her hand. She didn't know what the pendant represented, but she knew that the pendant was important to her.
"Maybe I should go back to the holy city to see it, and I don't know what it is like?" The ice murmured. I didn't expect to sleep for thousands of years after asleep. Her hometown of the Holy City is now lost in people's eyes. City. In any case, she has to go back and see the parents and the people of the city.

Long Yi closed his eyes, felt the wind whistling in his ear, and felt his body fall down weightlessly.
Awkward. His body was stagnant, and he was raised by a chicken. But the white-haired white-sworded sword took his clothes, and one of them stood on the top of the mountain.
The sword threw the dragon on the ground, and a jug appeared in his hand, and he poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth, revealing a satisfied attitude.
The dragon was all over the body. He lay on the ground with his limbs wide open. The instinct of Dantian began to slowly repair his damaged meridians, but the wound of the soul was still faint. He is not really strong. He may be more vulnerable than ordinary people when facing friends and relatives.
"Gangzi, do you want to take a bite." Sword God threw the jug over.
The dragon grabbed the jug with a big hand. The cow drank a few mouthfuls and screamed, "Good wine is almost as good as the flower of the Elf royal family."
As soon as I heard the words of a hundred flowers, the eyes of the old man of the sword immediately became the boss. Sitting next to the dragon, I asked, "Have you drunk a hundred flowers?"
"Crap, young master, my wife is an elf princess, a hundred flowers brewed that is to drink water." Long Yi Niu b. This chat and fart makes him feel a lot more comfortable. If he is told that the unparalleled amnesia is the ice palace, he will give up the ice palace sooner or later.
"Really? Is there still in your body?" The old man of the sword is drooling, apparently a guy who is addicted to alcohol.
"It seems that there are still one or two bottles. What do you want to do?" Long asked with an eyebrow.
As soon as I heard that there was a hundred flowers in the body of the dragon, the old man of the sword raised the dragon one and shook him with excitement: "That is not coming out soon, the old man has not drank a hundred flowers in my life."
The dragon was almost shaken by the old man, and he finally got rid of his claws. He didn't have a good air: "What are you doing, don't you know that I was hurt?"
When the old man of the sword heard the words, he grabbed the hand of Long Yi, and he went into it with a trace of temper. He suddenly stunned and said: "The physique of your boy is really strange. It can absorb my vindictiveness. It was quite serious. The injury turned out to be seven or eighty, strange, strange."
"Well, don't touch it, I'm not good at that mouth, you have to brew a hundred flowers for you." Long Yi opened the old man's hand and smiled, took a bottle of flowers from the space ring and handed it to the old man.
The old man of the sword took a look at the dragon, but he did not care about him when he looked at the flowers. When the cork was opened, a light and strange wine was released from the bottle, and the mouth was scented.
The old man of the sword took a cautious take a sip, closed his eyes and intoxicated for a long time before shaking his head and shaking his head: "I can drink a hundred flowers, my Murongbo is dead and no regrets."
"Murong Bo! You... is Murong Bo?" Long Yiwen, the old man who claimed to be Murong Bo, could not help but exclaimed that Murong Bo was the first Juggernaut in the mainland before the youth, the first cow in the field of vindictiveness. I didn’t expect that it would go even further and become a sword that is beyond your reach.
"You have heard my name in this kid? I haven't been born for nearly forty years." Murong Boqi said that he would only drink a sip of flowers into the space ring.
"You Murongbo's name is probably even three-year-old children know that you are the pride of our mad dragon empire. Now when you show up, all the warrior professions must be crazy." Long Yixiao laughed, though he Also surprised, but not to the point of worship.
Murong Bo’s look suddenly became a bit sorrowful. He sighed:
All fame and fortune are empty, how the world has nothing to do with me.

"The sacred offerings of the Guangming Church, Judy and Karin are also irrelevant to you?" Long said with a smile, he only heard the bishop of the Dragon Church in the Guangming Church said this last time.
Murong Bo stunned and smiled. "You know a lot about your kid. I have nothing to do with them. All the grudges have vanished 40 years ago."
"It can be said that the two of them still remembered you, and they have not married yet." Long Yixiao laughed.
Murong Bo shook his head and waved his hand to give the dragon a violent sorrow. He smiled and said: "Smelly boy, what do you call me when I am old, quickly say, do you know the little girl who has reached the legal god?"
As soon as he mentioned the unparalleled, Long Yi’s mood was a little bleak. He pulled up a grass and bite it in his mouth. He lay down and watched the silver moon in the air:
I know it, but now she forgot me.

"Amnesia? This is a little troublesome, this girl is not simple." Murong Bo sighed.
"Who are you and her more powerful?" Long asked with some curiosity.
"If she is desperate, she can kill me, I can seriously hurt her, so she is higher than me in terms of overall strength." Murong Bodao, he is telling the truth, is a real high-profile fame.
To be honest, Long Yi was still happy for the unparalleled. I did not expect that she had stepped into the realm of the of law in just two years.
"This little girl does not make the water magic reach the realm of the of law. The repair of space magic is not weak. In this world, it is invincible." Murong Bo said with a sinking voice.
"Invincible is also a woman of my dragon." Longyi confidently filled the road, although he couldn't remember him and let him suffer, but is he a person who is so easy to admit defeat? One day is that his woman will be his woman for a lifetime, and this will not change anyway.
Murong Bo smiled and said: "Looking at your kid is also a kind of wind, which is your kid." The reason why Murong Bo asked this is because he felt the kind of extravagance of the dragon, which is not something that ordinary people can own. Temperament.
"The mad dragon empire Ximen family." Long Yi replied.
"Ximen family? You are the kid of Ximeng's little boy? No wonder, it is a bit of a shadow of Ximen." Murong Bo smiled after watching Longyi.
Hey,... The dragon is speechless, and Simon's anger is still a little boy in his eyes, but the Simon madness in his mouth seems to be his grandfather, the old man of Ximen.
"Do you know my grandfather? Then you know where he is now?" Long asked.
"Of course I know, your grandfather had to call me a big brother, but I don't know where he is now." Murong Bo shook his head and his eyes showed the look of memories.
Long Yi heard some disappointment, and suddenly he asked: "Old man, do you know the female swordsman who is good with my grandfather."
"Female Swords? At that time there were indeed a few female swordsmen who were entangled with your grandfather, and the female Juggernaut should be gone." Murong Bo smiled.
The dragon turned white, and the old man was deliberate. He did not believe that the old man who did not understand what he meant.
Long Yi described the appearance of the female Juggernaut and asked Murongbo whether he had any impression.
Murong Bo shook his head, and for a long time, he remembered so much.
"Right, she gave me a necklace that sealed the wall of the ice spin." Long Yi took the necklace out and looked at Murong Bo.
"The wall of the ice spin! Are you sure?" Murong Bo looked surprised and grabbed the necklace of the dragon's chest and looked at it carefully.
"Of course I decided that when I bombed her with lightning, I almost died under her god-level defensive magic that could reflect the attack." The dragon had a sigh of relief. If his body had an instinctive absorption of lightning, it might have been long gone. Dead and upturned.
"So, will it be her?" Murong Bo changed his face and murmured.
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