Vol 3 Chapter 2433: Waiting for a sword

Liyuan Baixian!
The comers turned out to be the pear garden, and without exception, all dressed in mourning.
This is what to do... No one knows, but certainly not to congratulate.
No one expected that at the most grand scene of the wedding, when everyone was attracted by the exquisite charm of the exquisite. The pear garden is 100 cents, the performers are magnificent, and the blood of the people is full of blood, and they are dressed in mourning clothes.
From afar, these pear gardens are still far away.
At least the hundred miles away, but the people have not yet arrived, the voice first arrived, attracted to everyone.
The exquisiteness on Hongqiao, the heart of the meal, the restless mood in the past few days, this moment reached its peak.
Stopped and rolled up the hijab on his face, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the past.
"Looking for death, dare to come to the wedding of the great emperor!"
On both sides of the street, the Great Emperor has already arranged a large number of guards, and secretly has a lot of masters.
The defense is that some people are upset, and they have made a killing order beforehand. No matter who dares to mess in the wedding, all kill innocent!
Also in the pear garden hundred miles away from the hundred miles away, immediately suffered a sniper, in the attic on both sides of the street.
Hey!
Jumping out of a warrior wearing a battle armor, the rifle was squirted, murderous, and smashed toward the pear garden.
"Don't panic, the wedding continues, a group of women in the district can't mess with the wedding of the great emperor."
Next to the big prince, he took out an old man and shouted loudly.
The body is filled with the horror of the imperial controversy, which turned out to be a terrible master with the six-pulse emperor.
Its voice is like a thunder, full of the sound of the avenue, and the heart wants to repair it by itself, and spread the sword and laughter of the pear garden.
Rumble!
But who knows, it contains Diwei, the voice of the soul. Like mud into the sea, it disappears instantly, without any hindrance.
"It’s Kong Feiyun, the old man of Taimiao Ancestral Hall, and there is a big wave in the pear garden.
Although the sound did not have the expected effect, the name of the old man was slightly surprised.
Kong Feiyun, a number of royal masters in the Taimiao ancestral hall, is in the Imperial City.
It is possible to bring a sacred sacred priest to the extreme, and it is called the Dacheng Emperor.
It is the emperor of the peak, in the imperial city of the imperial city, to fight with it, can not find anything cheap.
hiss!
The big prince was not shocked, and he couldn’t see a trace of panic when he looked at his face.
Sitting down the town of the country, the horse fire unicorn, I do not know why humming, like encountering a strong enemy. Let Wang Fei on the back be slightly shocked, and quickly comforted, but when he bowed his head, he saw a few snowflakes falling.
In the hands, the cold chill came in and let it frown slightly. "It's snowing?"
"It's so cold, so cold."
"Oh... damn, how come it suddenly became so cold. Ah, everyone is watching, it’s snowing, it’s snowing!

The tune of the Pear Garden Baixian has not stopped yet, and the vision has risen again. In the sky, there is a heavy snowfall.
But for a moment, it was covered with the ground, and it was surrounded by a thick layer of silver.
The moment before, it was still a good weather, and the sky was blue and the sun was shining.
Now suddenly there is heavy snow, the coolness contained in this snow. Let the city of Emperor Yan, many people who are not low, feel the cold and shiver.
In the middle of the building, the nine emperors, Wang Hao, reveal the color of doubt.
Don't care a lot, take off the hood, push the crowd in front of the window, and look into the sky.
I saw the sky above, the distant streets, the glare of the light, illuminating the sky, as if there were two suns in the sky.
Below the sun, there seems to be a hail.
Between the hail and the sun, there is an invisible barrier that divides the sky into two extremes.
Above the barrier, it shines brightly and illuminates the nine days.
Under the barrier, the hail brings an unparalleled chill. Wrapped in the heavy snow, falling and falling, causing the vision that everyone sees.
"That is..." Wang Hao was stunned, and some were unbelievable.
Aside the heavenly scholar, whispered: "His Royal Highness, that is the beast of the beast, no doubt. But this beast is still young, not as scary as the myths and legends, but still can not be underestimated."
Wang Hao looked dignified and Shen Sheng said: "I know, this... Jinu, how come to my emperor Yancheng, and also appeared at the big brother's wedding, and the hail."
"God, what have I seen?"
"The beast is golden! This is the beast of the Jinwu Empire. It really existed. I always thought it was a legend."
"What about the hail hanging under it?"
In an instant, the snow is full of imperial city, the emperor is in the city of Yan, but everyone pays attention to this wedding. They all reveal doubts, do not understand their temptations, and they are strange and strange.
The wedding festive atmosphere is gone.
"Hail!"
Above the Hongqiao, the face of the exquisite master was white and the body was a little crumbling.
Hey!
At the same time, the screams came one after another, but they were the guards of the pear gardens that went to cull. Before he was near, he was shattered by the sound waves, and he died of bloodshed. He was terrible.
"Under the Great Hall, some are not good. That pear garden hundred cents, held in the hands, turned out to be all sacred treasures. God's brothers, have been killed and wounded, and three emperors, have been seriously injured."
In front of the fire unicorn, a famous general, the sweat on his forehead overflowed, and he whispered in the underground.
Without notice, with the cultivation of the Great Emperor, he can clearly see the scene ahead. The pear garden is 100 cents, and it is like a broken bamboo. The ensemble of the ensemble, like the Wanjiang River, gathers together and is unstoppable.
"His Royal Highness, do you want me to take it?"
Behind the black man Kong Feiyun, Shen Sheng said.
The big emperor's face was gloomy to the extreme, especially when he saw the hail on that day.
There is no calmness and calmness before, but it is too late to answer the words. It is said that the flood is rolling, but the pear garden hundred cents has already come to Qianjinlou.
When people are not there, the sound waves will arrive first, and the time will be mellow and sound.
Liyuan Baixian, holding a treasured musical instrument, wearing a mourning dress, faceless expression, focus on playing the instrument in hand.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, people are turning over, and the mighty team is in a mess.
Faced with hundreds of swords and swords played at the same time, I feel pressured like a mountain and have to withdraw.
Hey!
The nearby pavilions, like the torrents, collapsed. Among them, the spectator, hurriedly rushing, did not think about the performance of the pear garden hundred cents together, will burst out of such terrible power.
Just in the moment of crisis when the flood was to crush the Qianjin Building, it was lightly swayed and resounded through the clouds.
"Qinglian sword dance, the world is unparalleled!"
In the Qianjin Building, there is a figure, a color body, and a flying sky. It is the landlord of Qianjinlou, she holds a sword in one hand and a genuine fairy basket in the other.
A clear sentence, the time of the torrential flow of the sword and the sword, the 10,000 kinds of vision.
When the fairy tower was to be swallowed up, it was smashed by a sword, as if there was a fairy, and she was given the power of supreme power.
This sword scatters thousands of visions and shocks all directions.
"The clear water and the orange are full of blue sky, and the exquisite tower bottom is suspended!"
The white woman in the square holding the sword sang in harmony and danced with the veil woman as the center.
Hey!
The swords are overflowing, sweeping the eight sides, and the disintegrated visions are smashed by the thousands of swords.
Hey!
The mighty Pear Garden Baixian was blocked for the first time. The corner of the mouth of the cypress was overflowing with a trace of blood and the face was white.
Other musicians have been hit hard.
"Qinglian sword dance and pear garden hundred cents actually turned up..."
"What is going on here? Is it true that the pear garden is going to rebel?"
In the Imperial City, all the warriors were alarmed, and the two sides only took a moment to make a huge destructive power.
A thousand miles away, except for the Qianjin Building, the other buildings collapsed and became a ruin.
All Qinglian swordsmen, under the leadership of the veiled woman, danced in the air.
The swaying sword light, overlapping, dense, glare, amazing. Above the sea of ​​clouds, under the moon, dreamy dance, the world is unparalleled, in this wind and snow, let the world shake it.
And the pear garden hundred cents, the ensemble of the music, the ancient and the present. The sound was deafening, and despite the tremendous pressure, there was no constant pause.
The two sides played against each other and soon reached an alarming level.
"It’s terrible, the emperor’s emperor is fighting, but I’m afraid it’s just like that...

"Fortunately, the two sides have played against each other, only in the vicinity of Qianjinlou. If not, half of the city has to be demolished."
"Have you discovered that, until now, Yan Huang has not yet shot. Other top forces that can stop this storm have not shot, and it seems strange."
"It seems... there are a lot of people who don't want the wedding of the great emperor to be held smoothly."
Just as the spectators in the Quartet, when they talked about it, the veiled woman snorted.
The authentic fairy basket in the hand suddenly flies out, and the endless flowers fly out. A sea of ​​flowers, the crown of the city, covering the sky, this inheritance of hundreds of thousands of years of the upper-class soul device, broke out its amazing pressure.

Dust peony, fall in love!

The veiled woman screamed high and a white woman in her body swayed. With the sword light condensed into a single, with the peony to be released, when they open their arms at the same time, it seems that the peony blooms.
Infinitely overflowing in the machine, covering the flower sea of ​​the city, there are countless petals falling. Like a storm, it is dense and dense, and it falls toward the pear garden.
If you really want to fall, with the power of the authentic fairy basket, Pear Garden Bai Xian without exception, will be hit hard, even on the spot.
Such a scene, very incomprehensible, immediately caused a large exclamation.
The pear garden is 100 cents, and the leaves of the stars in the moon are not in chaos. The index finger pressed the strings, and then trembled, and the melody of the ensemble suddenly turned.
The voice, the guzheng, the cymbal, and then change.
The genre is in the sky, and the petals will be swallowed up. I am writing an epic, and I am telling myths, and I am full of emotions, which makes people feel shocked and excited.
But in this blood, there is a bit more tragic.
The petals of the sky fall, and each petal is the sorrow of the of death, who can stop them from falling.
The burning spectators, all the hearts have been entangled together, there is an impulse.
Blocked in the chest, nowhere to vent, uncomfortable.
Waiting, waiting, waiting... Waiting for a sword, waiting for a sword of salvation, waiting for a sword that can dredge everyone's blood and impulsiveness!
Hey!
Just at this time, between the heavens and the earth, a touch of sword light appeared, and it appeared just right. It happened when people were boiling and blocking their chests, but there was nowhere to vent.
"The sky is white jade, the 12th floor and the five cities. The immortal man cares for me, and ends up with a long life!"
The mouth of the person comes with a look of indifference, holding a sword, and the foot is flowing, like a fairy, coming across the sky.
For a time, the sword is like a rainbow, and the sky is cut through the sky. All the styles between heaven and earth seem to fall on this smudge.
Let the squares and miles of all the swordsmen look at them.
Hey!
Just when the people shouted and lamented that the sword had finally arrived, this was the world that was shocked by Jianguang. There is a smear of knives, a knife, a smashing cloud, and the world is caught between black and white.
In the midst of being unprepared by everyone, the two figures were interlaced and the sword screamed!
The crisp cicadas, along with the literary winds of the Liyuan Baixian Bianchang, all the scattered petals, all scattered, the momentum is not reduced, straight into the sky!
Swords and swords fight, the competition is not the victory and defeat of honor, the content of this red dust fate, is this passionate blood!
Xiao Chen and Chu Chaoyun, the moment of the wrong body, smiled at each other.
In the next moment, the toes are at the same time in the void, with one knife and one sword, and no one will return to the top of the thousand gold building.
Fear of sorrow and eagerness to fly, want to go to the Qingtian 斩 斩 !!