Chapter 415: First

The seven gates came out of the nest.
Xiongzhenmen Gate, Swallows Chain, Miaoxian Lianzong, Jinxian Zong, Mo Dao Shan, Mi Xin Tang, Xiao Ruyi Gate.
The combat power is now outside the gate of Jianshanzhuang.
Headed by Ge Zhongwu, he changed into a black suit, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his face seemed to be ten years old.
But his eyes were still burning with energy, like blood and fire.
"kill!"
He spit out a word coldly from his mouth.
boom!
The gate of the abandoned Jianshanzhuang was smashed.
Their movements are already very proficient, and everyone has done this several times.
Generally speaking, breaking through the gate and rushing in, saw the living creatures cut and killed with the unified sword, and then surrounded them in groups, and there were fish that escaped the net, and they were beheaded and killed.
This is already familiar.
But today is a little different.
Ge Zhongwu rushed into the gate first, but at first glance he saw the courtyard patio, a slightly lonely back.
White wins snow.
Shen Sangong.
He looked up and seemed to be enjoying the moonlight, as if he was meditating alone.
There was a wooden case in front of it, and there was a stove of fragrant dust on it.
Quiet and gentle.
It is not in harmony with the murderous spirit of Manyuan, or in other words, the elegant demeanor on him alone has covered those killing thoughts.
"You are finally here."
Shen Zhenyi turned her head and only said lightly.
The face is like a crown jade, chic and free, and under the clear moonlight, Shen San Gongzi is like a fairy fairy.
He didn't wear a sword and was wearing loose robes, but he was still loose like a jade tree.
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to be fighting here.
He knew he would die, so he came to death?
I heard that in the early years, the human race was still strong. When there was spirit and spirit, when the beasts broke through the city, some people did not want to live, straighten their clothes, and died calmly. They once aroused the courage and pride of the people.
But such things have not been heard for a long time.
Human races are stealthily surviving, passing behind the huge city walls, where is the courage of the ancients to treat death as home?
Probably it is this hickory who came from the lower world to cut off the moon and flying fairy.
Ge Zhongwu thought of this, and he was so impressed that he laughed and said, "Shen San Gongzi is so interested. The moonlight is still good today. Are you waiting for us here?"
His eyes narrowed, his pupils narrowed, and his expression seemed particularly stingy. "Are you ready to die?"
Come here tonight, he never intended to let anyone in the abandoned sword mountain village leave alive.
Xiao Bishui, Pratt & Whitney, Zhuo Liufeng, Huo Rushan, Grandma Jin, and Shangyin People successively stepped out from behind him and stood in a row.
Seven masters gathered together, not even one.
Such a lineup makes people desperate. In the 19th Outer City, no one or any force can prevent these seven from joining forces.
But Shen Zhenyi still didn't care.
"That wasn't prepared."
Between life and death, there is great fear.
He was here, but never thought of death.
He will never die in the hands of these villains.
auzw.com "This kind of moonlight is so refreshing and unpleasant, it is not a good time to kill people. Wait for the dark clouds to cover the moon before you start?"
Tonight is quiet and peaceful, the moonlight is bright, and the Quartet is illuminated all over the place, the inevitably will affect the scenery, which makes people uncomfortable.
"Unfortunately, you can't choose!"
Ge Zhongwu sneered, "The King of Yan told three people to die, who dares to keep people to five?"
Never heard of the timing of the killings.
"Since you are so anxious, there is nothing you can do."
Shen Zhenyi shrugged, his eyes slowly passing by.
"Who comes first?"
As soon as the air was stagnant, everyone felt that they should have the certainty to win Shen Zhenyi, but when facing the third son of Shen Sanzhen, a chill erupted from the bottom of his heart.
It was originally thought that the abandonment of the Jianshanzhuang massacre would be a scuffle. But now Shen Zhenyi is standing alone and defenseless. Wouldn't it seem shameless if they insisted on going together?
However, if you are singled out, for some reason, you will have no confidence in your heart.
"Hum, let me finish it off for Shen Sangong!"
The Shangyin people came out first.
The martial arts of the fascinating hall is best at torturing dishes. It can deal with the battle cleanly against those who are lower than themselves.
It's probably the easiest shot by him.
Shen Zhenyi glanced at him and nodded slightly, "Your martial arts, which is secretly passed on, should be the true scripture of the gods, right? Your disciples are not perfect, you try."
He greeted casually without fear.
Shangyin's face was tight, and Pi Xiaorou did not smile: "Shen San Gong is really in danger and is not afraid. OK, now that you have asked for it, I will use the magic scripture to send you on the road, so what?"
He was originally here to kill people, so why be polite, rushing forward two steps, the eyes flashed a different light, Hitomi turned quickly.
Sudden gas and fog surged, and he and Shen Zhenyi were enveloped in it instantly, countless worlds, billions of illusions, all kinds of horror and darkness, passing in front of Shen Zhenyi like a marquee.
Shen Zhenyi yawned.
These things are a bit boring.
In the endless journey, he has seen the deepest darkness and the most terrible abyss, these are nothing at all.
"Is that all?"
It seems that Master is not much better than his disciples, and the upper limit of the Confession of the Holy Bible is only so.
"Anything else?"
"Please do your best, otherwise I'm afraid there will be no chance."
Shen Zhenyi kindly reminded Shangyin.
The look of the Shangyin man changed, and he remembered what Shen Zhenyi upstairs from the moon said to Ge Xiaopan—the same way he let him play, and then when Ge Xiaopan died with the excalibur, he died. Already.
Obviously, he has gone all out to push the Mystic Shintra to the highest level, how can it have no effect on this Shen Sangong?
Suddenly there was a huge fear in his heart.
"It looks like nothing."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.
"Sir Lord, you are optimistic. The sword of formation is only used in this way."
He turned back with a lot of time, called out to the room in the dark, and then swiped, and saw the willows help the wind, and the countless brilliant light wall came down from the sky, just like a skyscraper building flat, stacked in Shangyin Over the head of a person.
The Shangyin people didn't have a hum before they were hummed, and they were overwhelmed by the numerous light walls. At first, they wanted to struggle, but immediately they were crushed by the huge pressure, and they bleed.
Only this moment, he died in heavy damage.
"How is the Sword of Formation?"
The Lord Long Jun felt a bit wrong.
Shen Zhenyi frowned slightly, her fingers bounced, and the light wall suddenly vanished.
"The formation method is a bit more complicated. This person cannot bear the internal pressure in the formation, which may be a bit miserable."
He reached out to say hello, and apologized politely. "I'm sorry, the owner."