Chapter 345: Kill

In the Wan Waterfall Valley, some people trapped the trap quickly, expecting to finish the early exit, and some people grind and look bad.
"Someone is staring at us."
He did not look back from the flame, and he was able to point it out by himself. The other party is not just looking at it.
"The strength is not weak." From the flame surface, there is a hint of cruelty.
With his character, these days have been called the ease of bones to rust, and cultivation is cultivation in addition to cultivation.
The spirit of the Supreme Master is to struggle in the realm of comprehension and to start a disintegration. In the small world of debris, he struggles with the endless beasts and souls.
Just like the worry of the release, it is regrettable that the immortals in the Valley of the Falls still maintain their senses and do not openly kill each other.
There are more dead people. Even if they don't go back, Yan Xianjun can't say anything. Others don't even notice that they took the opportunity to leave.
As for the current enemy, the current monsters and demons must capture the fairyland. The celestial beings and the enemies are not half-touched. In the subconscious, he still divides himself into a magical class.
What is the difference between the fairy world and the demon sorcerer, and the flame does not feel that it is much different from the present. Even he thinks that such a fairyland is easier to deal with when it is more pleasing to the eye.
After all, I have done the magic deity, and I have a better understanding of the idea of ​​the demon beast. The right way is still right. I am not sure that I will be impatient. I will kill more people directly.
Everything is reasonable, it won't be.
The more the fairyland is chaotic, the more you have a chance to see it in the flames. If there is not an unknown shadow of the collapse of the fairy world, it is estimated that he even has the heart to pick up the chaos.
Interpretation of Chen He did not deliberately hide the breath, in the eyes of others, can estimate the realm of Luo Tianshang.
This has led many immortals to find the target wisely, but in the eyes of the self-recognized fairy, the shortcomings of the interpretation of Chen He are also bright: although on the side of Zhu Xianjun, but apart from each other, No one is close to them, and even normal conversations are not. This kind of person who "sends orders" in his own power has always been the best goal.
It’s not a big deal for Xiao Xian to die.
Think about it, let's get rid of the other two Luo Tianshangxian, this can be said of the merits.
Life in the fairy world is not easy, unless there is nothing to ask for, An An heart and so on for 100,000 years, otherwise you want to be more suitable for the practice, you can only fight in front of Xianjun and Tianzun.
Is it your own quick practice, or killing yourself?
The so-called fairyland is the name that people call out. Xian is an imagination. To be honest, the immortal is only better than the mortal and the monk, not better.
Because there is no such a small world like the early days of the floating sky.
The trouble is about to find the door, and I feel that it is useless. I can only say to the flames that I don’t look good. "There is a brother, you don't have to worry."
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After a while, the flames returned to the gods:
They all fight and kill, but also what kind of surface kungfu to do, from the flames of cold thoughts, and sure enough, the immortals are so troublesome.
This valley dug into a trap is not narrow.
Everyone has something on hand, and then slows down and finishes.
The immortals left in succession, some were in groups of three or five, and some of them were alone. Who is calculating, Xiaozhenxian did not dare to speculate, and honestly waited for the last batch to leave, to avoid being殃 and pool fish.
Nan Hongzi’s heart is in a hurry.
He knows that the person who dares to beat his apprentice's idea must also be a Luo Tianxian immortal. There may be more than one, even more than one batch. If all of them are dead, then in the place where such a group of fairy gods gather, Bei Xuantian will not notice that they are strange. .
Although Nan Hongzi ran away with a release, he went to find a small apprentice.
But for the feelings of the North Xuan School, Nan Hongzi is the deepest of the three masters and apprentices. He is not willing to be an enemy of the ancestors of the division, and is even more reluctant to be discovered by the people of the North Xuan faction. They ran to the opposite side of the head. It’s gone.
It’s not always a matter of saying it.
The streams are flowing, and all the immortals who have walked out of the valley have nowhere to go. They don’t know whether they are waiting to harm people, or they are afraid of being killed quickly.
In this section of the Wanpu Valley, there are five miles of peach blossoms, and the petals of the blush fall on the edge of the gravel river, and in the stream, after being soaked, it shows some fascination.
And an undetectable smell.
"Someone started."
The stream flows to the caves. They are going up from the bottom. It is easy to see some light powder from the petals in the clear stream.
"It's really anxious."
He thought that it would be absorbed by the local veins, and those battles always took place far from the exit. I didn't expect anyone to wait.
The smell quickly disappeared, and it was too late to flow into the valley.
All the way to the red and falling, in addition to a few pieces of trampling stones, there is no clue, and can not see the body.
I don't know if the person who was ambushed was able to escape smoothly, or to kill the other party's storage magic weapon can not collect living things, but it does not matter if he dies. Some people will never get out of Wanpu Valley.
From the flame, he turned to a remote road without any scruples.
The release is not stopped. Once it is done, it is natural that the other party will not be allowed to go out and say the embarrassment of their brothers.
"Ok"
A group of people who felt that they were behind them, the atmosphere changed subtly and changed to another person.
There is only one person.
Just dare to follow them alone, this courage is not small.
But the more he walked, the more frowning his brow was, the more it seemed to be stumped by something. From the flames, he glanced at him and took out a strange weapon in his hand when he woke up, a bow knife.
It happened at this moment.
The fierce winds hit the whole road, and the whole road was shrouded in a whirlwind. Although the aura was absorbed by the earth and lost a lot, the other party seemed to be under the blood, and did not care.
The glaring sword light came from all directions, and people suddenly realized that it was a magic weapon or a sword array.
But in this whirlwind, the familiarity of the flames is discerned.
He easily and degraded all the swords and shadows, the bow knife turned, the sharps on both sides of the blade, swayed through the swirl, and a bright red flew out between the silver arcs.
The hand from the flame seems to be simple, but the angle is very sturdy. When the Tan Dan teacher refines the fairy, he is very careful. This bow knife ignores the symbolic defense of most orthodox roads, and the little fairy is slightly infused with the flame. If you cut it at will, it will become mud.
The tracker's skill is actually good.
The injury of a rip is not the same as that of the flame.
I realized that I was stunned by the other side, and I was so bored from the bottom of the flames that my eyes were full of gaze, my eyes were focused, my eyes were full of interest in killing, and it was still a good fairyland. I haven’t had this kind of "surprise" feeling for a long time in the world. .
The petals of the red peaches in the ground were swirled and rolled around.
They are soft and unreasonable. It is reasonable to say that they should be smashed by the airflow in an instant, but the petals are still fluttering, but they begin to reveal a sharp and sharp sword.
Compound
There are many different ways to learn from the flames.
People can pretend to be hypocrites for a lifetime, but when used in practice, they often expose their nature.
The glory of the glory of the glory of the glory of the genre, the use of the people of the genius, there is always a kind of uncomfortable. It’s not a word of empty talk.
The difference from the flame is that the other party can be so silent, why not shoot the sneak attack instead of rolling up a gust of wind in advance, and there is no threat to the sword light, it seems to be reminding.
They all killed and sneaked behind them.
The righteous monks, and even the immortals, are so stupid and cute, and they are so sinister.
The bow knife smashed, and the flame flow wraped up. It was about to turn the rain of the peach petals into ashes. From the flames, I saw a hand stretched out, firmly holding the right arm of my bow.
The hesitation of the consciousness of the flames has been released and has been released behind.
Released into a sleeve, the peach petals touched the sleeves and gave a crisp, crisp sound.
After the sleeves were stretched, there was no damage at all. Even the petals were not seen. Only the scattered frost, the frost that was condensed by the real yuan, slowly melted into water droplets.
The cyclone sealed the entrance to Kushiro, and the rock rolled down and blocked the road.
Instead, I don't have to worry about the people behind me hearing the sound. Looking at this side, there are no immortals who are willing to waste the real yuan and move these big stones one by one.
The person standing at the intersection, a white robes, is not particularly old, three 缕 缕 ,, Xuanhua oracle, imposing.
Holding a long-handed sword, the blade is translucent, like a jade immersed in a cold spring.
The long sword is half behind, and there is no posture for attack. It seems that after a blow, the sword is retreated and it looks like this.
The blood oozes slowly from his left shoulder, and the gown is dyed with a light red. It is a shallow and long wound. It is a trace that can't be avoided and is smashed by the flame knife.
The weapon was awkward. When it was rotated and swept, the wounds brought out were wide. Even if it was a fairy, the wound could not disappear for a while.
He carefully looked at the release and moved his eyes to the flames that were released by the release.
The killing of the genius, he felt very obvious, so he decisively retreated.
"I didn't expect a big one, almost asking for it."
Holding the sword fairy decapitation, he is very consistent with the mortal mouth, the immortal image of the monk in his mind, the extraordinary, no excessive expression.
"How is your master?"
This familiar tone, let the flames understand that the breath just familiar with the North Xuan sent a way out.
"Master has been dead for hundreds of years, but it was released by his own hands."
There is no concession in the release, but it is only slightly low-eyed: "The ancestors are in the fairy world, you should know that this is the right thing."
The immortal gave a slight glimpse: "The disaster is thousands of years, and Nan Hongzi is so easy to die."
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"I saw Fangcai, there is a eager gaze of Xiaozheng Xianer, although the face is very different from Nanhongzi, but the fairy of the blue-shirted sword nodded. "I want to pass my eyes."
It happened that a group of people stared at the two men.
He gave Shi Ran’s sleeves and deliberately made a turn in front of Nan Hongzi and followed up to make the oriole.
Interpretation can think of the expression of Nan Hongzi at that time.