Vol 3 Chapter 99: Take the lead again

The singer of the singer of the phoenix phoenix has passed through the four worlds. He kills the prince faster, and the picture of killing these princes looks even more fierce, but in her eyes, before the Ding Ning Than, every action of Lie Yingying in this battle is too green, still not efficient enough, wasting a lot of unnecessary strength and real elements. (
Even if the number of kings who surrounded him at this time was reduced by half, he could not rush to get it.
Lie Yingying is much stronger than Shen Yu and Xie Changsheng, and the long sword in his hand is called a whale swallowing sword. It is also a famous sword of the world, and it has some special functions. Xie Changsheng couldn't take a sword from Lie's firefly. Then, with such a means, he was forced to fall into the fire.
In the world of practitioners, things related to winning and losing, life and death, in particular, do not ask the process at all, only the results.
Xie Changsheng achieved the desired result and changed her view. However, on the cliff above her, some of the cultivators who watched the battle watched the scenes of the battle between the flamingo and the emperors, but they became more and more uneasy. Some people even couldn't bear it anymore. An old man wearing a purple star-moon robe first angered his voice: "This kind of Zerg is so powerful, it is comparable to the practitioners of the three realms in the world. If the top ranked squadrons are to be seriously injured and fall here, such a test is too difficult, too meaningless."
Many people agree with the old man, but others disagree.
Only when the voice of the old man has just disappeared, the heavy cold noise has already rang.
"If you disagree with the rules of the sword club, you can choose not to participate in the sword meeting. These worms are just the practitioners who are comparable to the three-dimensional Chinese products, and they are not the practitioners who are comparable in strength to the five realms. In particular, this is not a test that must be purely a pass. Before Xie Changsheng came up with a way to get rid of the tracking of these Zerg, it is only a matter of method and method, but it is not meaningful because the test itself is meaningless. Really can't swim but the pants are too big."
These words are very unkind in both the words themselves and the tone. The old man wearing a purple star-moon robe is naturally furious. He turns his head and wants to argue with the voice of the good man. However, he sees it out. The voice of the man was a middle-aged horse face man wearing a blue robe, but he was breathing a meal, and a word that was about to blurt out was swallowed.
The middle-aged horse-faced man in a blue robe is Lu Qing, a secluded sword, and a Guanzhong person. Many outstanding young people from Guanzhong who came to the Qing Dynasty did not become practitioners or had not joined the army before coming to Changling to make a living. Many of them got Thanks to the support of Xie, most of the practitioners who came from Guanzhong respected Xie.
Refuting the battle at this time is equivalent to refusing Xie Changsheng's victory in the exchange of life. This old man's cultivation is almost the same as Lu Qing, but Lu Qing is younger than him, and his blood is much stronger. The dispute has started, and his losers are mostly, not to mention that he may attract the anger of many practitioners who are born in Guanzhong.
The old man no longer speaks, but Lu Qing slowly narrowed his eyes, and then spit out a cold sentence: "When Fang Dingning faced these Zerg, he did not see any objection, and now I will mention these words. I am afraid it is too late."
The surrounding area of ​​the cliff suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the old man wearing a purple star-moon robe did not feel more angry, but instead gave birth to a hint of coldness.
Because everyone heard that Lu Qing’s words were not directed at him, but that he was publicly dissatisfied with the instigator behind Lie.
Many people from this time came from Jiaodong County. Many people endured the grace of the palace. What they care most about is the idea of ​​the hostess in the palace. Compared with some practitioners who met the sympathy of the White Sheep Cave. In terms of the number and strength of these people, the number and strength of these people are naturally much larger. However, the fear of life and the struggle for unwillingness, this has nothing to do with the amount of money.
In the midst of a dead silence, Lu Qing was even tighter in his eyes, turning his eyes into a thin sword front.
He looked at the blue-colored temple that Xie Changsheng had devoted to, and took a deep breath. At the same time, he thought very coldly in his heart. The person who told the firefly to do this would best pray that Xie Changsheng would be alive. Otherwise it will definitely pay a heavy price.
Regardless of whether this comes from Xie Changsheng's own choice, he only knows that some things can't exceed the limit.
Xue Xuexu died at the beginning of the Shushan Swords Club, so that Lie Yingying chased these friends around Ding Ning, in the eyes of many people, it exceeded the limit.
The curtain door of the camp trembled fiercely and swayed out.
Although the surname of the palace has more than the real power of many officials, her identity is only a palace lady in the palace, so at this time she can not show her face, can only stay in the rest of the camp to listen to the return.
Listening to the return of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe, her face began to cloud a cloud, and the air around her body was pressed by her natural flow, constantly bulging out.
She is just a person who does things for others. It is not her own honor and disgrace and face. Therefore, when doing these things, she can completely ignore the opinions of others, and even do not care about the insults of others, but she cannot allow herself. Failure to do things.
Lie Yingying is the most important piece in her hand. However, who would have thought that this piece would be directly damaged in the hands of Guan Zhong, a former Guanzhong boy who seemed to be completely neglected?
Thinking of such a thing will only make those proud teenagers more proud, and will not be able to play any warnings, and her face will be even more ugly.
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The remnant body of the imperial body and the fragmented ice ridges are scattered all over the place, making it difficult for the scorpion to step on the foot.
It was just a few short periods of time. He had more than a dozen wounds on his body, and one of them was a terrible penetrating wound.
In the eyes of all the people watching the battle, his ending is already doomed.
However, he did not want to give up.
A scream of screaming sounded from his mouth, his eyes screamed with some green flames, and the whales and swords in his hands suddenly shot hundreds of green swords.
These swords are like the branches of a willow tree that are scattered and shaken out.
There are many sounds of sore teeth in the air.
This sound includes the sound of cracking of the carapace, the sound of broken bones and the sound of flesh and blood.
The body of dozens of kings with him as the center exploded in an instant and turned into countless irregular pieces of flesh and blood.
The next moment, the leather boots under his feet also made a nearly bursting sound. His whole body was like a runaway carriage, madly rushing out and plunging into the creek where Xie Changsheng fell.
However, at this time, the blood that ignited in the body of the phoenix phoenix was sharply cold.
His fabulous green dragonfly was covered by a black curtain.
A body that is as as him, looks tenacious, and with this black curtain, absorbs all the light of the sword and squats in front of him.
A loud bang.
The whale swallowing sword in his hand was swept up by the unique shackles and slammed into the savage sword in the black curtain.
With the spurt of the real element in his body, a wave of blasts blew between the two swords, his body was forced to retreat three steps, and the figure that forced the person in front of him was He was directly shaken by his sword.
This momentary blockage is enough to cut off the last hope of the firefly.
As the black dissipated in the air in front of him, dozens of fierce sounds were heard around his body.
The sky outside his body, like a canvas, was rushed by dozens of high speeds, and the leaping king was split.
Many of the cultivators who watched the battle on the cliff looked at the figure that was shaken in the thorns, and the mood fluctuated again.
"Xue forgets to accept a good apprentice."
Someone couldn't help but sigh with a soft and emotional sigh.
At this point, the fly fell to the thorns, and the body was once again cut and pierced with numerous wounds.
This sword has already consumed all his power, and at this time he can't even stand up again.
In the sights of these practitioners on the cliff, Zhang Yi, Ding Ning, and Shen Yu are the candidates of the disciples of Bai Yangdong Xue Forget True. At this time, some people fall down. At this time, some people are still struggling to survive. At that time, people have passed through and calmed down to the exit of this customs. However, whether it is the figure that fell at this time or the figure that continues to move forward, it is enough for most of them to respect and express their feelings and even embarrassment.
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The crimson thorns are quiet in the sea, because the air of the unique array of ruins is split, and the air and light in every hundred feet are singularly distorted, resulting in not only the sound and some airflow being directed to a specific orientation. Moreover, the blending and impact of the vitality also produced wonderful light, making the sky above the vast plains of the mountain abruptly like an invisible sun sprinkling warm and hazy sunshine.
Only Ding Ning, who is extremely precise in the passage of time, knows that the mountain outside is already late at night.
Perhaps it is because the outside mountain is already in the middle of the night, so when he drags his tired body to the blue temple that Qinglan refers to, the wind blown in the open temple door is obviously slightly The chill, blowing all over the sweat, he burst into chills.
A man appeared at the entrance of the temple.
The man also wore a jade-colored gown that represented the sect of the Shushan Swordsman, but he held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, and his face was extremely gentle and delicate. He had no obvious swords and no sharp swords. The human feeling is not like a powerful swordsman, but like a private secretary who is waiting to teach.
He also looked at Ding Ning, who was walking to the mouth of the temple, and bowed his head to congratulate Ding Ning through this pass, but could not help but whispered: "Why are you suffering like this?"
Ding Ning knew the man. He knew that the man was the same gentleman as Zhang Yi, and he also understood the man's kindness.
But at this time listening to the voice of this man, he was inexplicably thinking of a dialogue with his long-term Sun Xue, thinking of the answer of the long-term Sunshine.
"Because I feel unfair."
Ding Ning slightly raised his head and looked at the man, calmly replied: "So I have to do this."
The man sighed, but he stopped talking, letting Ding Ning pass the door of the temple.
Except for the net glaze, no one else knows that this man in the temple is actually a level.
This man is a character and a character.
Therefore, when Ding Ning stepped into the green hall, it was actually equivalent to consecutively in two trials, passing the first place.