Chapter 142: After all, they are still old

If the battle in the city is a unilateral crushing.
The battle outside the city was a battle of evenly matched lions and tigers.
Nie Changqing, on Daozong, broke his heart and entered into the body, and Li Sansi, with the help of the candle dragon, suffered inhuman torture and also entered the body.
Both of them are in the state of body possession, a state far beyond the current state of practice.
Therefore, during the heavy rain, the fighting between the two broke out without a doubt.
The body Tibetan realm is a battle that transcends the qi Dan realm. Although Nie Changqing and Li Sansi both just entered the body realm, they have never tempered any of the five internal organs.
But the combat effectiveness is not comparable.
The content of Reiki in Qidan alone is twice as high as Qidan's peak, and the Reiki in Qidan surging all over the body, so that the physique and strength are fully enhanced.
Li Sansi swept away the wooden sword, the rain curtain was cut, and a sword spirit seemed to transform into a dragon and went straight to Nie Changqing.
The pig-knife in Nie Changqing's hands was spinning at a high speed, and the white shirt was still floating like a wind blowing in the heavy rain.
A pig-knife like black lightning rushed out.
Li Sansi tapped the wooden sword lightly, and then he drew out six or seven swords.
The point of the sword was on the blade of the pig-killer.
But it was the continuous retreat of the giant shock on the slain knife.
With each step, there were three feet of rain splashing.
Li Sansi's gaze was condensed, the wooden sword swept across the ground in front of him, and the rain suddenly splashed into a sharp arrow.
The aura spurted out, and Li Sansi's wooden swords danced, and the rain at his feet was entwined in a circle and drawn into a picture.
Nie Changqing hung a pig-knife in front of him.
The body shook, and the Reiki spewed out, and began to gather substance in the pig-knife foreign exchange.
The vaguely phantom of the pig-knife was a little fuzzy at this moment, and gradually solidified.
"One sword fish dragon dance."
Li Sansi drank softly, his robe fluttered, and he shot out a sword.
"Imperial sword."
Nie Changqing said lightly.
The arm slammed forward, and the large sword turned into a pig-knife was cut in front of him, like a half-move.
Cut the rain curtain in half.
Li Sansi's body was transfigured, like a dragon and a dragon dancing, one sword at a time, smashed on the killing knife.
However, the power of Nie Changqing's royal sword was not diminished.
Huh!
Dao Mang stood where Li Sansi was standing.
The ground cracked, and there were gullies, and rain poured into it.
Nie Changqing was unreasonable, and after occupying an advantage, he was like a tiger, constantly invading.
Wield the palm, control the knife across the air, and smash raindrops.
The rain slaps on his body and face, and after being shattered, the mist of mist is shaken, and it is evaporated by the heat formed by the aura running on Nie Changqing.
Li Sansi wooden sword difficult resistance.
He was a little bit speechless by Nie Changqing.
Nie Changqing's knife, like a black dragon from all sides, kept crashing.
He could only offset with a wooden sword.
The aura in the body seems to be consumed a lot between each collision.
The rain around was separated, Li Sansi's face was pale, and he continued to retreat. The robe had already been stained with mud.
Nie Changqing frowned slightly.
The same body.
Li Sansi seemed weaker than he thought.
Stunned.
Nie Changqing, who was tortured by Li Sansi, and Li Sansi, who was tortured by blood, looked up and looked into the city.
There was a faint sound that struck the entire North Luo City.
"Only after the rain, the sun was shining, the island blossomed, and Jinger and other times came to an end."
The words fell.
Everybody was shocked.
Nie Changqing retracted the sword and raised his head in horror, the voice of the son.
Li Sansi was panting, sitting on the ground and looking up.
The horse in front of the carriage hissed uneasily.
A sense of oppression that was so overwhelming that everyone couldn't breathe, everyone's face became extremely horrified.
Boom!
Above the sky, there was a blast.
As if there was a semi-transparent palm that rushed into the clouds, and scattered the cloudy sky bred with heavy rain to the living.
The brilliant golden sunlight penetrated the dark clouds of lead dust and shed.
Shining on the earth.
"ended."
Nie Changqing was wearing a pig-knife, looking at the lead cloud that was broken.
The son's strength is as unfathomable and horrible as ever.
This palm made Nie Changqing's heart full of panic and frustration.
I thought I could touch the edge of the son's strength when he entered the Tibetan realm, but now it seems ... the gap between him and Lu Fan still can't see the head.
As for Li Sansi already staring blankly at the sky.
The bright sun shone on his embarrassed face and body, and his body shuddered.
Secretly, he seemed to feel the end of an era.
It is not necessary for his battle with Nie Changqing to continue.
After all, he thought twice and was hanged.
On the carriage in the distance.
Mo Beike opened the curtain and looked at the golden sun shining through the lead cloud, like a curtain that slowly closed, with the most gorgeous congratulations at the end.
Mobei's face was full of furrows and wrinkles, and there were some buns.
Not only him, but also the carriage on the other side, the Chinese teacher Kong Xiu also unveiled the curtain and looked at the golden clouds.
They can imagine that at this time in Beiluo City, Xie Yunling and others looked without regrets.
Even if they die, at least they have been glorious and fight.
Almost at the same time, Mo Beike and Guo Xiong lowered the curtain.
"Let's go back."
Two voices as if they were a few years old were heard from the carriage.
After all, they are still old.
"Well."
Mo Mo and Mo Tianyu seem to speak simultaneously.
They also had some regrets on their faces, failing to witness the battle in which the two eras collided.
However, after today, the era of a hundred scholars has come to an end.
The new era, the era of Bai Yujing practitioners, will leap out, making the world hustle and bustle.
The cart was turned and rolled up the mud on the ground.
A car goes east and a car goes west.
The two carriages run in opposite directions, heading for North County and entering Emperor Capital.
Nie Changqing retracted the knife and leaned on the carriage frame.
He glanced at Li Sansi, stained with mud, and nodded slightly.
Drive the horse and slowly head towards the gate of Beiluo City.
It's also time for him to reunite the family.
Li Sansi held a wooden sword and stood outside the city.
The beatings of the society made him somewhat unprepared.
Beiluo Lake.
The waves rising from the lake seemed to be spreading terror.
Many martial arts people, scholars and scholars who rushed to the scene, all had great changes. The lake was like a wild beast that roared fiercely.
Lu Changkong looks complex.
Luo Yue and Luo Cheng behind were also very emotional.
A hundred families ... is completely planted in Beiluo.
From the beginning of the yin and yang family's sons, Wei Luan, Beiluo City seems to have become the home of the hundred families.
Tang Yimo stood on the shore.
He stared at the lake surrounded by dense fog, as if seeing through the dense fog at first glance, and seeing the great terror on the lake island.
This is Tang Yimo's first taste of despair.
Ever since he got the immortal heritage and started the first pulse.
He hardly encountered any opponents.
In addition to the terracotta warriors encountered in the secret realm of Longmen, even the terracotta warriors are fearless and able to cope.
And at this moment.
The coercion uploaded from the lake heart island.
Let him not even have the courage to resist, across a lake, he can feel the power of coercion.
Not to mention the oppressor.
"North Luo ... Luo Shaozhu!"
Tang Yimo swallowed.
It turned out that he was far from Tang Yimo.
A carriage came galloping.
Tang Yimo looked back.
I saw a middle-aged man in a white shirt, with a pig-knife on his waist, and he was careful from the carriage, and a gentle aunt was able to help him out.
"Ruer, be careful."
Nie Changqing said.
Daugu's eyes were infatuated, but she was pinching the bun of the white shirt.
The white-shirted man carried the aunt on his back, reached the shore, found a small boat, and jumped on board.
Tang Yimo stared at the middle-aged man.
Stunned.
On the lone boat, the middle-aged man holding the boat bow looked back and glanced at Tang Yimo.
boom!
Tang Yimo felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer.
Pedal pedaling back several steps in a row.
There is faint blood in the chest to squirt.
"So strong!"
Tang Yimo was frightened in his heart, but with only a look, he gave him an unstoppable fear, as if the pig-knife on his waist could cut off his head at any time.
"Who is this ...?"
Tang Yimo took a deep breath.
"There is a pig killer on his waist. There is no doubt that this person is the driver of the young master of North Luolu." A warrior from the rivers and lakes said.
Tang Yimo was shocked.
Coachman?
Just a coachman?
Is a coachman so strong?
Tang Yimo's rising pride in his heart originally fell apart at this moment.
...
Island on the lake.
sunny.
The peach blossoms of the peninsula are all blooming, the pink petals are like the girl's flushed cheeks, with shyness and charming.
The aura of nimble surged on the island of Huxin, making the island's aura more intense.
Aura is spitting towards the heavenly chrysanthemum, and Peach Blossom is also squirting thin.
Two kinds of spirit plants are fighting each other.
Lu Fanduan sat in a thousand-edged chair, leaning on the railing, hunting and flying in a white shirt.
Ning Zhao closed his umbrella and stood silently.
Lu Fan tapped on the wheelchair guard, and the crisp voice lingered around the whole lake island.
On the island.
Xie Yunling had a fascinated glance at the lead clouds and the falling golden sunlight in the sky.
The sun was laying on his face, warm, and washed away the moisture brought by the torrential rain.
Jiansheng Huadongliu seemed to be in the magic barrier, and looked at Lu Fan ardently.
That stunning sword made him unforgettable at this moment.
"Peach blossoms on the peninsula, my peach blossoms, when they are in full bloom, can form a Reiki storm, but this precious reiki storm must be wasted.
Lu Fan said lightly.
The sound fluttered on the island.
The words fell.
Everyone on the island was shocked.
Jing Yue sits on the floor, runs the exercises, and absorbs the aura into his body.
Yi Yue was also meticulous and immediately went into a state of practice.
Nie Shuang rushed out, came under the chrysanthemum, and punched a set of punches. During the punches, the small body was full of heat, and the aura was wrapped around the body.
As soon as Xiao Feng crawled out of the gap in the coat of Bai Jade Bird's chest, she jumped down, bouncing on the ground like a ball of fluff.
Afterwards, Sa Huan ran like crazy on the island.
Reiki rolled and poured into Xiaofeng's body.
Bai Qingniao was surprised, and also learned to run "Nine Phoenix Changes", a faint air flow entangled her body.
On a lone boat, Lu Dongxuan, lying on his back, didn't pretend to be dead, and quickly got up to absorb the aura.
Xie Yunling's gaze was stunned, and she began to absorb madness.
Since the East China Liuhe and the public transport classes had no practice, they didn't know much about the absorption of Reiki and could only stare at it with jealous eyes.
Reiki nourishes them and naturally brings some unusual changes.
Above the pavilion.
Lu Fan looked at Ning Zhao at his side: "Go, although you are in the body, this opportunity should not be missed."
"The Reiki storm that erupted in the peach blossoms of the Peninsula is very precious. I don't know when it will be next time."
Ningzhao's eyes fluctuated ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The red lips slightly lifted and bowed towards the landing.
"Well."
Then, the white dress fluttered, and Ning Zhao turned and went downstairs.
Sit down to absorb and condense the aura.
On the second floor of the attic, only Lu Fan was left.
He leaned against the Qiandian chair, put his palm on the handle turned by Feng Yanjian, and rubbed it lightly.
Bai Yujing Pavilion on the stone ladder.
The sound of the pipa sounded like a torrential rain, and big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, adding a little more urgency and ease.
Yueyue held her red lips, holding the pipa in one hand, and gently twisting and picking on the string like an elf. She watched the battle between the philosophers Baijia and Lu Fan gaining some understanding. It seems to have inspired Reiki.
The sound of the pipa also became more and more inspiring, and the blood seemed to be mobilized.
Lu Mu did not practice spiritual storms like everyone else.
He removed the paper and pen, patted his chest, and coughed up blood.
Blood-stained ink, copywriting.
"The rain, Beiluo, Huxin Island.
The four sons of Daozong, the sword school, the organist, and the celestialist challenge Lu Bai, the leader of Bai Yujing, and lose.
Lu Ping-an reads that the peach blossoms open the peninsula, and only the hand shakes the clouds to the sky.
The ceremonies of the hundreds of ancestors ended, sighing the change of times. "
Lu Mu was full of excitement and excitement at erasing the blood on the corner of his mouth.
Withered hands were trembling to insert the secret letter into the heavenly pigeon.
"Cuckoo" sound.
The Tianji pigeon spread its wings, shook the white feathers, wrapped in aura, turned into white light, and instantly exploded and disappeared into the dense fog.
When Lu Mu was flying a flying pigeon.
Lu Fan, leaning on a wheelchair, squinted slowly.
In front of him, a long-awaited system prompt text finally popped up.
"Congratulations to the host for completing the side mission ..."
PS: For a new day, ask for a monthly ticket, for a recommendation ticket ~