Chapter 83: 【】

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Cheng Tianyu still remembers many years ago, when he was a teacher, his hands were holding a tea pot and raised his head. He shouted a ‘Master’ with full of hope.
Zhou Yuandao suppressed the gaze, and Shen Sheng said a ‘good’ word.
Now Cheng Tianyu is standing in the foothills, and he hears a ‘good’, and finally he can’t stop crying.
After a long practice to reach the realm of the Holy Spirit, the flesh and blood of the body can be used as a source of energy. The last sword of Zhou Yuandao is to be a sword.
Thousands of clear light emerged from his body, like the flying feathers of the sky.
Clear light, tides retreat, Baiyunsheng.
It turned out that even the bones did not leave a pair.
Mr. Zhang Shen felt what happened behind him, and his heart sighed.
Cheng Tianyu’s eyes are splitting, holding the sword and standing, and the breath is rising. The flying feather sword was squirted out, and the sea of ​​clouds was opened by a few passes. The sword front went straight to the rest of the world.
Yu Shi was backed by the enemy, and there was a lithograph in front of the court. In the past, this level of Jianfeng was not in his eyes. It was only that he was consuming a lot of energy tonight, and he was once again subjected to Zhou Yuandao’s sword.
His light changes slightly, his eyes closed and his face turned pale.
At the same time, Lin Yuan blamed three steps and coughed up a blood.
Yu Shiqiang cut off the link between Lin Yuangui and Hushan. This is the next step, and he has to pay a great price himself.
But he needs the power of the mountain to communicate with the world.
The red dress of Rong Rong is hunting and flying in the mountain wind. It is no longer as thick as blood, but like a burning flame.
The violent magic enveloped the mountains.
In the spirit of the heavens and the nine turns, he is still at the bottom of the comet, but the whole body is burning with fire, like the red lotus in the long night. The monsters that rushed to bite him were burned to fly ash.
At this time, Yin Yi is more and more powerful.
The glare of ‘青天白日’, such as electric light and fire, tears the night, and goes to Rong Rong.
Bring the incredibly bright white to the world.
The lake sword is connected with the owner's mind, and the sword is resounding in the Hengduan Mountains.
Yu Shi completely grasped the power of the big array, but the eyes of the blind, but it seemed to have some feelings. The choice was hard to strike the lithograph, and the overwhelming pressure between the sleeves went to Yin Yin.
"Linyuan sword is coming!"
The more Yin Yin, the more powerful, the crisis, the trend of the sword, but can no longer change. Straight puncture and let the body shine, not into the skin. However, the centrifugal pulse is less than half an inch away, and no more points can be entered.
I saw that the glory of the glory of the glory of the glory was forced to break free from the spiritual environment of the Tianluo nine turns, staring at the Jianfeng Road, "Linyuan..."
Yin Yin is anxious in his heart, but the sword is held by the shackles, and there is only a small amount of swords behind Yu Shi...
Under the shadow of death, it turned around. Dizziness and brain rise.
He was picked up by the collar. It is Mr. House.
Mr. did not take him to fly, but one by one, glaring at him and Luo Mingchuan, directly breaking the space, and he was in the backyard of the school.
This time, compared to the previous two times, the experience of passing the stamped letter through the space is even more unbelievable.
At the moment when Yin Yin was at the end of the landing, he could even feel the coldness of his heart. There is a lingering heart.
As soon as Mr. Zhang’s hand was released, Yin Yinyu helped Luo Mingchuan and found that the brothers had fallen into a coma, just like at the end of the battle at Xingshan Temple, people did not know.
The gentleman sat down on the lounge chair and waved his hand in exhaustion.
He then raised his brother and placed it in the back room.
There is no star and no moon on the Hengduan Mountain, but the school tonight is a brilliant star.
When Yin Yin came out, he saw that Mr. leaned on the bamboo lounge chair. I wonder if it was an illusion, as if it was a lot older. The silver starlight fell and counted his white horns.
Li Tugen knows his own situation.
He had penetrated the mystery of space a hundred years ago, and he was unique in the world, but it was the first time that someone took the breakthrough.
What's more, he finally took a shot of Cheng Tianyu and sent the other party to Qinglan Mountain.
The violent consumption is not only the realm of the realm, but more importantly the vitality.
Yin Yi went for a ceremony.
I haven't talked yet, the person on the recliner has opened up first, and the voice is dumb. "There is no such thing as a big battle. I don't dare to cross the mountain. I have to recover some time. Rong Rong is also seriously injured in the situation." If you want to make a comeback, you still need to make a long-term plan."
Yin Yi is more frowning, they have time, but the situation is still critical. The collusion of the Magic Road may not be more than the rest of the world. Although Rong Rong is seriously injured, there may be other arrangements.
Instead of asking, he got up and poured a cup of tea for his wife.
Junshan Yunwu Tea was given by Master at the time of Donglu.
The tea soup is clear, reflecting the glimmer of the stars, and the heat is smashing. The gentleman sips a bite, and the sigh of satisfaction is like a lot of spirit.
"If you want to say something, you can say it all..."
Tonight, there are too many changes, and Yin Yin’s heart is tangled up in a mess.
"Yu Shi and Rong Rong are confused. Lin Yuanjian has been recast by my master. Today, only Chunshan laughs and autumn winds leave. I want to have a sacred place, but also..."
He suddenly said nothing, and under the gaze of his gentle eyes, there was a bad feeling.
The gentleman looked at him like a child who was blind and swearing.
"But, Lin Yuan is on you."
Yin Yue was ashamed of lightning, and then slowly lowered his head. The long sword at the waist is silent silently.
Like ridiculing him, he has no knowledge of Baoshan.
Linyuanjian is a legacy of true immortality and has extraordinary significance. Many years ago, there were even rumors that Wei Fengfeng was the first sacred soldier in the world to become a saint.
There is a saying that the people who are in the Yuanyuan have the true meaning of the sword and the world.
First physiologically, "I thought you knew it already."
Yin Yin said, "...Master didn't tell me."
"Oh, then he may have forgotten." The gentleman waved again.
"Spring Mountain laughs, the autumn wind is away, all of them are played by himself. Linyuan sword is forged from the sky, and only the fire can melt. Now this world, where to find a fire? It is only the kind of people."
Yin Yue does not care about where to find a fire, he just can not accept, how to rely on the lake, how to become a Linyuan.
Master may forget this such a big event?
Yin Yin thought more and thought, it is really possible. For Master, only sleeping is bigger than the sky.
Every detail in the past has been re-enacted. The first time I took the illusion of the sword, I couldn’t inject it into the sword at first, and the strong sword in the face, and the shock and anger when I watched it...
The whole exhibition is in front of Yin Yi.
"What kind of sword is leaning against the lake?"
"A soldier."
"Why give me?"
"I didn't give it to you, but it chose you."
The master of the wilderness said.
Yin Yi, the more the sword is seen, suddenly feels unimportant. Whether you are leaning against the lake or not, it is his sword.
The exaggerated legendary color is that he is taken in the hands of him day and night. He should practice the sword while practicing the sword, and the sword that kills the enemy when killing the enemy.
Really immortal Ling can use it to settle the world, he may not be so big, he can also use it to demon.
Yin Yin suddenly thought that Zhou Yuandao was degraded, and there was one less Yasheng who could compete with the Magic Road. The news spread, and the Southland could not avoid the floating of the people. "The Qingjian Swordsman..."
"Zhou Yuandao's three apprentices are all in the same way, they can only see them..." The gentleman exclaimed, the words turned,
"The biggest trouble at the moment, lying in the room, compared with him, what the rest is."
Yin Yin understands the meaning of Mr.
No one knows when Luo Mingchuan wakes up and wakes up.
He thought that although the brothers sealed the cultivation of the concept, how can such a powerful force be stored in the body, how can it be stable?
This time, no more than in the Yashan, there is a sword saint watching. If you wake up with a demon, or if your brother loses his mind, who can still protect him in this world?
But Yin Yi still believes in Luo Mingchuan. Not related to the situation.
"There will be a way."
After listening to this, Mr. laughed and got up from the lounge chair. He seemed to walk to the library to read the book. The voice came from far away. "The apprentice of Wei Feng, like him."
Yin Yue is more silent.
Speaking of Master's apprentice, the master's kendo talent is like Master, the second division's martial artist's sharpness is like a master, the third brother's good wine is like a master, even the five priests' narcissism is like a master.
Where is it like?
If Juggernaut is still there, he will answer with conviction, "Of course you are like an old man, handsome like an old man!"
Unfortunately, no one can answer the question of Yin Yue.
He stood alone in the courtyard, watching the sky in the east rise from white to dark, as if it was only a short time.
The morning breeze of the winter is blowing cold.
The East wants to know. This long night finally passed.
At dawn, a carriage drove out of the school, and Yin Yue went west with Luo Mingchuan.
With him repairing it now, he kept going for a moment, and the royal boat crossed the sea. It only took three days to go to Xilu.
Finally arrived in Panlongling.
The aura is dying, the mountains are inaccessible, and the winter is even more bleak. Yellow leaves are paved, cold winds are raging, and crows and crows scream from time to time. No one thought that they would come here.
Yin Yin cleared up a cave. Beds, squares, futons and even candlesticks are all available.
This reminds him of the words of traveling with a full set of furniture, and some want to laugh.
However, when I was in Yunyang City, I felt that comfort was still very important when I thought about how long I had to live with my brother in the cave.
Looking at it now, I feel more familiar. It seems that they are on the way to the Folding Party. It is here for a night.
It was only then that he would not be comfortable because his brother was close to the body, and he could not settle into cultivation overnight.
Yin Yiyue placed Luo Mingchuan carefully on the bed, took out the flag, gathered the spirit, and began to arrange the array.
He said that there will be a way, and will not let Mr. Zhang or other people take risks together.
Half a day passed, Yin Yin was pale and his face was soaked with fine sweat. In the end, the real yuan pierced the fingertips, forcing a drop of blood and dripping in the hole.
In the meantime, the nine-faced flag was hidden, and the invisible barrier condensed. The wind whistling outside the cave was quiet, as if it was isolated.
Yin Yi was relieved and relieved.
The formation method has been completed, and the air machine is connected with his life. The death of the people is broken.
When Luo Mingchuan woke up, his mind was unclear and even more serious, and the formation might not stop him for how long.
But if you want to go out, you can only kill the players first.
Now, he is here, guarding his brother to wake up.