Chapter 428: one year later

Ps: Busy with the network cable, come back and forth several times, today is good.
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Lin Fei flies while thinking.
Who is that woman, who seems to want to help herself, or is there another picture?
How can the strength of the emperor run to the kingdom of the gods, it will not be idle and nothing to do.
Lin Fei is very sensitive to the breath, the strength of the woman is the strength of the emperor, the real emperor strength.
Looking at each other's samples, the time spent in the void is not short.
There are two purposes for this, either to prepare for the arrest of the oriole.
Either it is pure passing.
"Forget it, forget it, the woman didn't shoot, just next time, we must pay attention to the surrounding. If you encounter a hot person, it is not easy to clean up today."
Lin Fei thinks, there is still a cold sweat on his head.
Especially the hair ball, eat the saints.
Anyone in the space will be jealous, but Lin Fei does not see a desire on the woman. It seems to look at something very ordinary.
"Xin loss, they do not know that the hair ball is too old."
"The devil kingdom, despite the danger, is a good place to upgrade. With this time, I must upgrade all the time, at least to reach the emperor's shot, to guarantee the strength of leaving, I believe that it will be enough for me for one year."
Only one year later, Lin Fei can use this period of time to improve his strength again.
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Golden hall.
The soul of the White Devil is broken.
The news was reported to the first time.
The rest of the saints were all accidental, followed by anger.
The strength of the saint is already the top of the Swords Club. Today, a senior executive has died, and naturally they are very dissatisfied.
If this is passed outside, the sword will be greatly influenced by the prestige.
After all, the sword has always been a powerful symbol outside.
It is always the sword who will kill others.
Not someone else who kills the sword god.
Some people have done this, and a dead person is still a saint.
Not a small thing.
"The son, let me take the shot, kill him personally, and avenge the white devil."
Inside the hall, a friend of a white magician stood up. His face is full of anger.
"The son, let us take it."
Sword Shinto said, "No, the man will come back sooner or later, not in a hurry."
"What, he is the disciple of our sword door?"
"He is so courageous that he dares to kill the same door."
The saints immediately stood up.
The sword made the news pass down and fell on the hands of the saints.
When I saw the above information, all people had an incredible expression on their faces.
Xuanzong level?
Invincible sword?
New to the core disciples?
these messages. Let them suspect that they are wrong.
A core disciple is so perverted, and the White Devil is a saint. Was it so killed?
Impossible, it must not be, it must be wrong.
They have been practicing for thousands of years, and they have become a powerful realm of saints. Now it is so easy for a small boy to kill saints, and they simply do not regard their saints as one thing.
If that's the case, they can't help but feel the pressure.
This new person must not appear and will affect their status.
The sword will be organized in the first part of Jianshenmen, and it is natural to find out a person. Although Lin Fei rarely goes out, there are still records, and it is normal to find out.
The sword stood up. "Lin Fei’s business, I have my own ideas. Everyone still has to do a good job."
As soon as he heard what was happening, Lin Fei’s business was in their eyes. It doesn't matter if it becomes irrelevant.
Soon, there was one person left in the hall.
The sword is alone.
Then, a dark shadow appeared in the dark.
"The son, the bright moon fairy went to the demon kingdom."
Sword God's cold face. Showing a sneer, "Mingyue Fairy, you are looking for death, equal to the cultivation of the gods, and promoted to the fairy, you are destined to belong to me, hahahaha!"
Time flies.
One year, I passed by.
Heavenly Kingdom.
This dangerous place repeats the same thing every day.
It is not that humans kill the demon, it is to count the devil to kill the human race, and to circulate continuously, day after day, year after year.
"Mom, there is no devil here!"
In a mountain, a group of young people are standing in the mountains, and their looks are uncertain.
"It’s weird. Let’s find eight or nine places. How can we not see the demon? It’s hard to be killed.

"This is half a year. I can still see the devils in peacetime. Now, these places that could have gathered the devils are empty everywhere, as if they have been slaughtered again."
"Don't say it, it seems that there is such a thing. I listen to other brothers and sisters. The underground world below is also the same. The number of demons is much less."
"This should not be possible, the devil kingdom, the devils countless, want to kill and kill the soft hand, not to mention, the devil is so powerful, we must be careful, this is someone else."
"I still remember that there is a place where there are so many demons. It is better to go to the place to hunt the demon, maybe there will be gains."
"There are no such places, there should always be there."
This group of people are all disciples of Jianshenmen, and they flock to kill the demon.
As a result, the place where the original came, the demon disappeared, except for the sporadic demon, the devil of the big team seemed to disappear.
This place could not find the demon, they had to change places.
Only when they are not far from the valley, a group of people can't stop.
Everyone is looking at each other.
"Scorpio, who is that person!"
"Awesome swordsmanship, look at those devils, this sword goes down, say that there are hundreds of days of demon bombing!"
"Strong, it is too strong."
"What kind of disciple is that guy in the end? I am afraid that we can't find such a core disciple?"
In the valley, in groups, the black depressing demon, was being slaughtered by a black man, and with each sword going down, the devil turned into a sorrowful resentment and was collected.
In their eyes, the great demon of the devil, the devil of the devil, can hardly stop a move, it is being bombarded.
Killing the devil is like cutting a melon and cutting vegetables.
These disciples of the arrogant swordsmen are facing a blow to these fierce means.
Mengren, absolutely fierce.
There is no time for a fragrant incense, and countless devils are slaughtered.
The entire valley is empty.
They watched the demon being bombarded.
"No, he is coming."
"Don't move, don't move."
"Once this kind of person is shot, we all want to leave alive."
These people are uneasy.
Fortunately, they are disciples of the sword god, and they are forced to calm down.
In the face of such a fierce person, it is a behavior to find death, but it is not as good as it is now.