Chapter 632: Zhao Ronglu true

Jiang Xiu has always suspected the identity of Shangguan Zhaorong. Although many times it feels so close to nature, just like everything has not changed, but there are some things that can't be explained. For example, now Shangguan Zhaorong is too irritating. Suspicion, Jiang Xiu never revealed what happened to him. Even the old man did not tell, but Shangguan Zhaorong seemed to know that he was suffering from the shadow of the heavenly machine.
"Who are you, who is it?" Jiang Xiu's eyes stared at Shangguan Zhaorong. At this moment, the night was very dark. In the mountains, the moonlight was particularly dark, and the stream was soft and flowing, and there was sound.
Jiang Xiu’s eyes are a bit cold. He knows that if he is not Shangguan Zhaorong, he has no reason to hate each other, but he is not reconciled. He mourns the night’s Shangguan Zhaorong, and should not be occupied by people like this. .
"Dong, what's wrong with you, I am Zhao Rong!"
Shangguan Zhaorong’s eyes on Shangjiang Xiuwu’s black hair were scared.
"No, you are not!!!"
Jiang Xiu said: "Do you want me to die?"
"Why, after so many years have passed, from the Earth to Xianwu, it has been more than 4,000 years, almost four thousand years, and you still refuse to let go, why should you entangle the past, the last time is also the bureau of your cloth."
Shangguan Zhaorong is very confused: "The son, what are you talking about, I can't understand a sentence."
Her eyes are black and bright, and in the moonlight, the stream is extremely incomparably thorough, flashing innocent and flustered light, like a frightened deer. Seeing her like this, Jiang Xiu secretly blamed himself for being too excited.
"You don't want to deny it, God."
Jiang Xiu’s eyes flashed in a stunned color:
At the moment when the imperial palace’s Shangguan Zhaorong was in the water, you have already arrived. The great and mysterious ancient goddess, the ancient goddess born because of the fall of the gods.

Hey!
Jiang Xiu's hand pulled out a long sword, and the sword body radiated a terrible cold light under the night.
"The son..."
Shangguan Zhaorong was eclipsed, and he was horrified to look at Jiang Xiu. His feet were involuntarily receding, but his feet were shattered rocks and pebbles along the stream. He was kicked and almost fell.
"The son, I am not a goddess, I am Shangguan Zhaorong..."
"Your Zhao Rong!!"
Jiang Xiu’s eyes are even more terrible than the cold and ruthless sword in his hand. He step by step toward Shangguan Zhaorong.
I just can’t think of it. You will be related to Cheng Lingran. Do you know that I am still not dead, so let me Die once."
"no no……"
Shangguan Zhaorong constantly retreated, looking at the horror of Jiang Xiu like crazy.
It is not Jiang Xi’s opponent that she is repairing at all. She can take her life with a gentle sword.
I think if you can kill you early, do you still have a way to come again?

"Male, son..."
There is no way for the blood on the face of Shangguan Zhaorong. The pale is like a blank sheet of paper.
In the dark clouds in the distance, Africa, where the captains and his disciples were riding, was hiding during the period. His disciples shouted with excitement: "Master, how suddenly Jiang fell to kill him."
There is no one on the top of the bird, and this one is in the end.
"This, what the is going on?"
"He won't really do it."
It all happened so suddenly.
"Say, give you a chance to explain everything clearly. If you don't explain it, I would rather let you leave this secret forever." Jiang Xiu wants to find the purpose of memory, of course, to satisfy his curiosity and knowledge. I want to prove that this matter is related to some people in Tianhangzong. I want to take back the position of the sovereign in the name of sin and punish all traitors who betray him.
But as the truth was known to him, he didn't want to get stuck in it anymore, and he didn't want to entangle the past. As for the position of regaining the sovereignty, he was holding a big seal in his hand. On the day of his cultivation, he must be able to re-enter The throne of the Sovereign, even before he can advance to him, can't do it.
"Let's say, otherwise, I will let you disappear in this world."
His eyes are extremely determined.
Once Jiang decides to make a decision, it will not change.
auzw.com "The son..."
Shangguan Zhaorong dropped his tears and shook his head gently. His eyes were frightened, helpless, and more confused. Looking at the eyes with teardrops, anyone would doubt his judgment, but Jiang Xiu would not.
"It's your own death!"
Jiang Xiu’s sword has been stabbed, and the sharp sword light has broken through the void. He has stabbed the body of Shangguan Zhaorong, and even the sword that the air has been pierced, how can the body of the flesh be able to withstand it, With a bang, the tip of the sword pierced the body, and blood flowed from the inside. The reddish red dyed her white clothes, like a beautiful plum blossom in the cold snow.
"Hey, he really killed!"
Supreme Finch and his disciples screamed in surprise.
"What, in the end?"
I don’t know the temperament of Jiang Xiu. Although he is domineering and arrogant, he is by no means an indiscriminate person. He must have a reason to kill him. What's more, he is so close to him, the hustle and bustle of the house. It is his woman, how can he be so unrequited.
"what?"
Shangguan Zhaorong couldn't believe his eyes wide openly, looked down at the long sword inserted into his body, and the bright red wound. She even suspected that the sharp pain of being stabbed into the body by the sword was an illusion, but the fact told her not Jiang Xiu really wants to kill her, and the pain and fear make her pretty face cold and sweaty.
Pain, desperately said: "You son, you really want to die?"
Jiang Xiu’s sword went forward, and the sword was sharp, and the mountain was broken, and the hair was broken. The body of the area was like a tofu under the sword of this sword, and then went in again. Shangguan Zhaorong’s painful opening. The mouth, but a little bit of sound can not be sent out.
"You are not saying, is this life yours? If this is the case, I want you to die, you are going to die." The muscles of Jiang Xiu’s eyes were sucked, and his eyes looked directly at Shangguan Zhaorong. But the eyes are scattered, numb is like a cold and empty shell soul.
"Male, son..."
In the eyes of Shangguan Zhaorong, a drop of tears dripped down the cheeks and fell on the stone eggs dripping with blood under his feet.
"You are so sad!"
"what!!"
Shangguan Zhaorong finally screamed in pain and madness. The violent glare burst out from the wound pierced by the sword. The light was dazzling, old and vast, vast and powerful, and the earth and the earth were shaking.
At this moment, the whole mountain range was shaken, the dark clouds of the sky swept, the trees on the ground swayed, and the stream was still.
"What, what happened?"
Above the sky, the flying boat in the dark clouds, ten miles away, was smashed away, rolling in the sky, and the scorpion and his disciples clung to the rolling boat and almost fell.
"A woman of a mortal, how can the body contain such a powerful force."
This power is even shocked by the Supreme King.
"She is not an ordinary person."
The whole mountain range was mourning, strong mans covered the heavens and the earth, and no other could be seen. Jiang Xiu was in it, his eyes closed with his eyes closed, and the long hair slings were blown wildly.
"Sure enough, it is not."
If Shangguan Zhaorong might have such a power against the sky, only the ancient goddess had such a terrible power, and even the king of the king was shocked by the power of fear.
"Give me death!"
The strength of Jiang Xiu also burst forth in this moment, and when he saw the long sword being squeezed out by the strength of the other side, he suddenly smashed forward and banged, and the power broke out and was shocking.
"Sure enough..." Without the bird seeing the power of Jiang Xiu, he revealed that it was not the case. Jiang Xiu’s life artifact has been restored. "No, no, this power is more than a god."
"God, this is the power of the Great God level."
Once again, the speed of cultivation is too exaggerated. It is not enough to describe the speed of the repair of Jiang Xiu.
"how is this possible!"
His disciples are also sloppy.
Are these three words in the river really magical? Is it really to abuse and humiliate all the people on the mainland? Abandoned and rebuilt, everything started from scratch. Even if he disappeared, it has only been sixty years since, but he knows that Jiang Xiu had just stepped into the gods when he came to Tian Xing.