: 1489. A new generation of swordsmen

Nie Jingshen embraced the day and night, and his heart was like a knife.
The faint still can feel the enemy chasing after him, but Nie Jingshen has no time to take care of it, and his heart is all by another thing.
In his arms, staying up late, the beautiful face, at this moment is a crack that reveals a radiance, dense and dense, all over the body.
The whole person, like a broken porcelain doll, will not be broken and will remain in the last moment of life.
Her right arm was completely broken and disappeared.
The body of the true fairy, against the mysterious fairy, even if it is the origin of the mysterious fairy, the same night and Yan Zhao song created the legend.
However, the body of serious injuries has also forced the use of the Yuanjing many times, and finally let the day and night itself step down.
The right hand of the previous sword is just the beginning.
Starting from this beginning, her figure is like a broken porcelain, broken and broken.
The body is integrated with the soul of the gods, slowly moving towards the result of the destruction of the gods.
"Support, support more... Nothing will happen! Nothing will happen!" It has always been cold and determined, and Nie Jingshen, who has not changed his color before the enemy, seems to be a child who has panicked his hands.
"Stunned... a person to go..." At this moment, the eyes were brighter and brighter, not as weak as Fang.
But the look of the light back, in the eyes of Nie Jingshen, is even more heartbreaking.
"Do not say frustration!" Nie Jing Shen said categorically, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down.
A sword was sent from his body, covering the night and night in his arms.
The reappearance of the congenital fetal birth, under the cover of Nie Jingshen, the broken and changing of the body staying up late, gradually becoming static.
Although still on the verge of life and death, it no longer continues to slide down the abyss, and the body breaks at the right arm.
The price of all this is the huge consumption of Nie Jingshen.
He experienced a series of fierce battles at the moment and was equally seriously injured.
In this case, forcing the valley, it is destined to be unable to support for too long.
In particular, there are still strong enemies behind them to keep catching up!
If you follow people, it will be difficult to keep the day and night in your arms.
"What should I do?"
The problem lingers around Nie’s heart and makes him anxious.
The blood red lightning and the black mist that kept rolling in front of me seemed to devour the abyss of the human heart, making people more desperate.
Suddenly, Nie Jingshen broke through the black fog, and suddenly there was a golden light in front of him.
The golden light is not bright, but it is dark and fierce.
The coldness of the cold, called Nie Jingshen was shocked.
He fixed his eyes on it, and there was a golden light in front of him, which was clearly a reflection of a white bone.
The white bones are huge and piled up together. Each white bone is like a huge piece of metal or a metal pillar. It reflects the dark gold luster.
The sharp and sturdy, the smashing of the Geng Jin suffocating from it, is suffocating, like a sea in the corpse, countless gods and Buddhas buried in the battlefield.
The bones are like mountains, and they are like a valley.
In the middle of the valley, in the middle of the forest, there is a blood pool.
Each bubble floats from the blood and then bursts, like a boiling magma.
The rushing magical spirit is sprayed from the middle, and it is very heart-wrenching.
"...the devil of Gengjin!"
Nie was shocked and blessed to the soul and blurted out.
After a short mistake, he was furious and his eyes looked around the demon domain, arrogantly saying: "You are making a ghost!"
"No, my generation is just happy to see it." A voice suddenly sounded.
Nie Jingshen looked at the top of the blood pool, and saw the dark golden light intertwined, forming a virtual shadow of a person.
That face, Nie Jingshen is no stranger.
The incarnation of the last generation of Gengjin's demon, the sword magic Yin Shiyang.
In the past, it was under the sword of the ancestors of the ancestors of Nie Jingshen.
Today, it is still the deceased, but with the special environment of Jiuyou, and the special instrument of this place, a virtual shadow appears.
"I am just waiting for you here." Geng Jin's devil said calmly.
Nie Jingshen looked at the other side coldly, and saw the ghost of Geng Jin. The colorful clouds gathered and formed a projection, but it was a veteran of the face.
"Original demons..." Nie Jingshen pupils gently contracted.
The old man smiled and said: "You feel it yourself. Your current experience is because of your own betrayal."
Nie Jingshen opened his mouth and closed his mouth.
"Yes, this is not the old man who confuses you with words, but the thoughts of your own heart." The original demons faintly smiled: "The old man is busy with other big horns, distracted, if you are so seriously injured, the old man Also spy on the mind of the body of the innate fetus."
"Although you still don't know who this person is, only you, you know how to crack the markup you left behind."
The original demons said: "This is not the old man's handwriting. It should be said that it is because of the mentality of your soul that you have created the old man."
Nie Jingshen glanced at the second demon, and finally his eyes fell on the demon of Geng Jin, and his mind gave birth to the realization: "Your goal is me?"
"Not bad." Geng Jin's magic said: "This era is suitable for my body, but it is the grandson of Yan Xing, who was sent to me before, and the entanglement of this entanglement is really wonderful."
Nie Jingshen stared at him and suddenly got a sword!
In the past, a ghost of Geng Jin was turned into a shadow, and was suddenly annihilated by Jianguang.
The original demons were not surprised: "If you don't have a woman in your arms, you would rather die, and you will never join in my generation."
"The firmness of your will, the old man admire, and you are so angry and hateful at the moment, let the old man admire."
"The hatred of your generation is as strong as the hatred of those who chase you, but now you can't make us pay the price."
"Come on, let's get stronger first. Let's live through the eyes first, let the old man see, will he annihilate under the sword of the nine secrets?"
"As for the little friend in your arms, there is no need to worry. Although she is mixed with the Yuan Jing, it may be detrimental to the last Devil, but a seriously injured woman is far better for her generation than her dead.

Falling day and night means that other people who hold the eternal life can begin to practice this world.
The old man's body gradually disappeared: "The person behind you is coming soon."
Above the blood pool of the bone mountain, it is still magical.
Nie Jingshen embraced the night and looked down, and the Iraqis were unaware at the moment.
After returning to the light, although Nie was shocked by the sword, but because of the seriousness of the injury, the Jianqi gradually weakened, and the night and night were gradually coming to the dying.
It’s hard to have a beautiful face on the woman’s face, covered with cracks like a spider web.
But Nie Jingshen’s consistently cold eyes are more gentle than ever before.
He gently kissed the Iraqi forehead.
The next step is to move forward.
The sky was raging, and the forest of Sensen was shrouded in dark gold.
In the distance, the piano has sounded again, as if it was a fate.
A man, holding a woman, slowly disappeared into the blood.
The next moment, countless blood in the blood pool rises to the sky, as if hundreds of millions of blood swords!
Blood and water fall from the sky, turning into blood rain, like a demon field crying. 8)