Chapter 2372: : Kendo Tomb!

Situ Muyang made a grimace and stood with the strong.
The solitary hate looked up and down Su Yi, the faint cold light hidden in the depths of the pupil quickly disappeared, and the corner of his mouth sighed: "Su Yi, long-known name!"
Su Yi decapitated, immediately recognized that this is the role of the students in the same year to dismantle the Situ Liuyun and the solitary.
In the same year, the same name was shocked by the tyrannical strongman - solitary hate, but I don't know why, the strength of the solitary hatred has declined rapidly in recent years.
I felt a fierce sword and sneak peek at myself. In the eyes of Su Yi, the light was restrained, and the sturdy breath came back from the whole body.
Under the eyes of the public, the solitary hatred also followed the eyelids, the palms curled up, and the pace was slow.
It’s just that the deadly camel is bigger than the horse. Today’s solitary hatred is even worse than the Su Yiyuan’s domain.
Immediately, secretly stunned, and the face of the solitary wrinkle and wrinkle was gently touched, only to listen to Su Yi said: "The elders of the solitary, have long heard of She Yang, I am also a long-awaited name!"
"Nine Tianjian, Shenjian return to the source, Su Zongzhu this, directly compare our Wandao Jianmeng completely, even if the sorcerer's ancestors are alive, I am afraid to be self-defeating in front of you!"
The solitary hate came forward and looked at Liu Ruoyi next to Su Yi, who did not consciously squat and screamed, and an excitement turned into the corner of his eye.
"Fortunately, the kendo is a way, the kid is also mistakenly hit, where is the only one who hates the predecessors!"
While being observed, Su Yi is also observing the change of look and hate.
The two laughed like laughter, and the smiles of the skin did not laugh. They praised each other on the bright side, but in the dark they were playing different fronts.
"It turned out that this is Su Yi, and he heard that he won the first place in the battle of Tianfeng!"
"Nine Heavenly Swords, Wandao Jianmeng I am afraid that there have been no such horrible geniuses for thousands of years! It looks very young! It is really enchanting!"
"I don't know if I am young, but this time the Swordmaster is inviting him to come and exercise the magic sword. How can he come to the road of Tianjian?"
All the powerful people who witnessed all of this, witnessed Su Yi's true feelings, turned out to be so young, and could not help but be even more terrified about the coming of the nine swords.
A group of welcoming strong people behind them looked at the strong people who came out to compete. They immediately said, "Okay, each disciple brings back each other! The sword master has orders, and everyone will gather at the foot of Jianshan tomorrow!"
With one order, all the powerful people who watched the excitement dispersed.
When I left, countless double shocks and fiery eyes fell on Su Yi and Liu Ruoqi. Su Yi’s eyes were like swords, and the ancient wells had no waves. It was like nothing happened.
In fact, only he knows that the road of Tianjian not only gave the Wandao Jianmeng a Mawei, but more importantly, it has greatly consolidated the soul energy that he has just soared.
On the one hand, the understanding of Tianfeng Jianyi can strengthen the cultivation of soul energy, and it is also the ultimate cultivation of martial arts.
Looks like a torch, two eyes like an abyss stare at the solitary hate, Su Yi wants to see something from the other's eyes.
The entrance to the entire Wandaojian League soon left only the ones who were alone and the ones who were originally greeted here.
The scene was once tit-for-tat, and the faces of the strong ones were shocked and cold. Looking at the young strongman who made his face loud, Su Yi said coldly: "Why don't you see the Solomon Master here?"
Daddy, the more powerful people who know this thing, their eyes are slightly moving, and the solitary city whispered: "Su Zongzhu made such a big movement, in my Wandao sword league is also a great creation, sword The Lord naturally gives you the aftermath!"
Wen Yan, Su Yi nodded slightly, compared with Situ Muyang, it is really a young man who is sincerely an old tycoon.
In the land of Wandao Jianmeng, he has benefited, and Su Yi will not be too aggressive. He immediately mentioned this big event.
"The solitary elders, my trip was specially for the refining of the magic sword. Before the kid had also harassed the buzzer fire, the magic sword is intact, dare to ask Wandao Jianmeng to help the kid how to turn the magic sword?" Su Yi asked Road.
Immediately, the solitary hate old eyes micro-microwave, seems to be very satisfied with Su Yi to bring the topic to this topic, the anger of the face just disappeared.
"On the road of Tianjian, Su Zongzhu once saw the endless weapons of the gods on both sides. Throughout the ages, how many martial arts warriors want to find out, how many people are killed here, so the road of Tianjian can also be regarded as the end of the road!"
After all, the solitary hate turned and looked at the deeper clouds. The gaze was vain and said: "Wanshan Jianshan, even more so! It is the place where countless martial arts giants practice swords, and the meaning of swordsmanship is high. It has already been prohibitively long ago! If Su Zongzhu can throw the magic sword into Jianshan, he will be able to destroy the soul of the instrument and the people!"
Mentioning Wanshan Jianshan, mentioning the high meaning of the sword, there is absolutely no sect in the Tianman continent.
Therefore, when it comes to this sentence, all the strong people are arrogant, and the depths of their eyes are absolutely arrogant.
"Wan Wan Jian Shan!"
Su Yi whispered and exchanged his eyes with Situ Muyang. Wanshan Jianshan seemed to be the most dangerous place in this trip.
Unconsciously, Liu Ruoxi held Su Yi's arm closer, leaning over his head, Su Yi mouth corner micro-hook, warm smile instantly resolved the coldness of the atmosphere.
Behind him, the solitary rain ink is close to the lips, a pair of white-red palms are held firmly, and the fingertips are embedded in the palm of the hand. At this moment, the solitary rain ink wants to be himself next to Su Yi.
Looking at the two pairs of pairs, the loneliness of the solitary rain and ink is deeper, but after listening to several people discussing Wanyan Jianshan, the dark blue eyes gradually become dignified.
"Wanshan Jianshan!" shuddering, the solitary rain ink naturally knows what kind of danger is in the Wanshan Jianshan, and countless sages have lost their lives.
That is the paradise of the kendo people, and the tomb of the kendo!
Wansong Jianshan, a layer of one, full of 10,000 layers, legendary deep in Jianshan, straight through the heart, can experience natural changes, time will lose any meaning in it.
In the epiphany, the martial art will quickly reach the realm of the gods, and because of its horror, no one has ever penetrated.
"Uncle Shi, Wan Hao Jianshan is extremely horrible, Su Yi is rushing deep, I am afraid it is not right?"
The solitary rain ink came forward and came out with a word. The people present were all setting off a cold man.
Duo hated and sneered, looked up at his own brother, a high-spirited sword god, whispered: "The little niece, the people who spurred the nine swords are afraid of Wan Qi Jianshan, I am afraid that Wan Dao Jianmeng I can't find another person to refine the magic sword!"