: Section 766 Undead Sword

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The sudden radiance in the house made the sinless wind a surprise.
what's the situation?
He converges, not afraid to leak, shrinking into the shadows. The law of his cultivation is very partial, named [Ghost Mushroom]. His law is like a mushroom, so it is called the ghost mushroom, and its projection power is extremely feminine. The power of this yin attribute is very suitable for concealing the body shape.
Tang Tian slowly opened his eyes, but found that he did not know when to burst into tears.
Is it a dream?
The dream is so clear that every detail is clear and abnormal.
Suddenly, he bowed his head inadvertently, but suddenly caught it. Between the fingers, a demon blue flower is visible!
Little blue...
Tang Tian’s head slammed, only to feel that the cold hair was suddenly erected. Isn’t it a dream?
The blue flower between the fingers is suddenly bright, and the dazzling blue light instantly floods the room.
Damn it!
What do you want to do with this?
Tang Tian was shocked, the subconscious hand was tied with flowers, and the blue light was still shining, but Tang Tian, ​​who had a heart and a heart, did not feel glaring. There are countless light and shadows in the glass, and a vague phantom shrinks into the corner of the outer wall.
Tang Tian’s heart moved, a touch of blue light, quietly immersed in the corner wall.
If nothing is worn through.
The outside of the house was quiet and quiet, and the blue light reflected from the house was so strong that he was faint in his heart. At this time, his heart suddenly gave birth to a warning sign, good at the assassination of the people is extremely sensitive to the danger of intuition.
I didn’t want to, I wanted to escape and the instinct for danger had saved his life countless times.
The wall in front of it suddenly lit up a little blue light. This blue light seems to have a breathtaking power, and the demon is so hearty.
this is……
The blue light flew out of the wall, and it was very fast, and the horrible yin and wind had only to erect the sinister sword in his hand.
A faint blue fairy flower sticks to the sinister sword.
The yin and windless pupils expand, and the next moment, the dazzling blue light has no signs of eruption.
Unpredictable, there is no white wind in front of the shadows. He snorted and refused to take care of others. His body was like a smoke and escaped.
Even if you don't look at things, you have already made it clear that there is no wind, and you still accurately follow the long-designed escape route, instead of flying blindly. He is experienced and knows that taking off in such a passive state is tantamount to exposing himself to the eyes of the enemy and will only become the target of the siege.
There is no wind at this time. I understand that this action failed, and the power of the face is beyond his expectations.
For the assassin, this is undoubtedly an extremely fatal mistake.
There is only one thought in his mind that escapes.
The madness of the escaping feels like a beast, and it’s like a beast. It’s a tight hair, and it’s a big heart. I don’t want the whole person to rush to the side. The sword in the hand sprinkles a layer of sword to protect the whole body. .
Huh, the gray sword curtain sprinkled, countless tiny ash particles, scattered around.
The ash particles burst.
Hey.
Hearing the familiar spore bursting sound, the innocent heart is inexplicably settled down.
Every spore bursts, and a spun filament is sprayed. In the blink of an eye, a thick silk curtain is placed. These spores are extremely tough, and the key is the number. The blue flowers are demon, but it is not easy to break through the layers.
The calm and windless winds are faster, and he rushes in at the high speed of the wall roots of the alley.
Suddenly, his face changed dramatically.
The thick silk screen behind him was pierced in an instant, how could it be...
He instinctively twisted and flashed to the side, his chest hurting and his body froze.
how is this possible……
There were only four words left in his mind, and the scene in front of him gradually recovered. He looked at the terrible flowers in front of him, and the blood dripped slowly along the petals, revealing the delicate blue.
It floated quietly in front of him.
When the last drop of blood dripped, the wind did not wind and fell to the ground.
There is a tiny blue wound on the aneless body. The blue of the wound spread quickly, and soon, the strange blue spread throughout the body, and the windless body became crystal clear like a sapphire.
The crystallized corpse began to annihilate quickly.
A gust of wind blew, there was nothing on the ground, leaving only a gray slashing sword.
The blue flower suddenly turned into a rain, and rolled up the sinister sword on the ground, and did not enter Tang Tian’s room.
In the far corner, the two people who are watching this side are pale.
"There is no wind and no wind..." The middle-aged human body is obese, and a luxurious dress is like those traders.
The other person is a man with a face-faced wind and frost, and his hands are full of old-fashioned. It looks no different from ordinary coolies, but his eyes are faintly floating. He was silent for a long time, and Fang Shen said: "Where can the boss know this flower?"
The fat man gathered up a bitter smile, and he said: "The legendary Li Zutian demon six seals, there is a paradise."
The old man raised his eyebrows: "Does the Mo Feiwen boss think that this is really a biography of Li Zu?"
The fat man glanced at the old man and said faintly: "Zhu Lao said this, I don't think it is not important. What matters is what others think."
The old man is silent.
He thought about various possibilities, such as failure, he is not surprised. He used the wind and the wind, although he believed in his strength, he also had some meaning to ask for directions. If you can be killed, it is not important for Li Zu's descendants to be dead. The dead are never important.
However, among the various possibilities he envisioned, it is absolutely not easy to be killed without the wind. The horrible and terrible blue flower made him feel cold in his back.
What is that move?
The legend of Li Zu has not been completely forgotten, and the legend of the sky is still being passed down by word of mouth.
"And see what Lu Sheng likes to react." The old man faintly opened.
The boss of the text knows what Zhu Laotou said. Lu Tian asked for such a long time without showing up, and each family began to speculate whether he had an accident. Everyone can think of how old Lu Shengxiang would sit and watch. Jianfeng City is now gathering with masters, waiting for the face to be self-invested. But somehow, Wen Fatzi does not believe that Jianfeng City can stop the pace of the face. But he did not refute, and this kind of arrogance did not make any sense.
Moreover, the powerful force of the grimace made him wake up a lot. From a different angle, he suddenly felt clear.
The fact that Li Zu Chuanren seems to be important is actually not important at all. What is really important is the strength of the grimace. Without strength, the name of Li Zu's descendants is self-seeking, and the strength is strong enough. Without the name of Li Zu's descendants, the crime domain can be traversed.
Zhu Laotou was chased by the name of Li Zuchuan, but the fat man was sober. He could see that the ambition of the face was not in the sin.
People simply do not see the poor place of sin.
That ghost face is bound to return to the sanctuary, thinking of it, the fat man is a heart.
Sanctuary, what a distant name, the hometown of the ancestors. The fat man born in the sin domain is not very emotional about the sanctuary, but one thing is clear, the sanctuary is not as poor and hard as the crime domain.
Grimace does not belong to Guangmingzhou, otherwise it will leave early.
And if the face is really going to return to the sanctuary, there will be a battle with Guangmingzhou.
Thinking of this, Wen Fatzi has some hesitation in his heart. The power of Guangmingzhou has long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of sinners. Can the grimace defeat the Guangmingzhou?
In the heart, Wen Fatzi feels that the possibility of success is very small, no, it is very small. With such a small probability of success, there is no meaning of any investment, but why do you feel at ease?
The fat man is fascinated.
Tang Tian did not know that there were two important figures in the dark who were concerned about himself. At this time, he was completely shocked by the lethality of Little Blue Terror. Every movement that has no wind and no wind has not escaped the ambience of the glass. It is Tang Tian who has to admire, and the old and the windy.
He can't do it better than Xiao Lan.
The thick red blood, the scene that slowly fades from the delicate petals, makes people feel cold.
A poncho of blue petals wrapped in a sinister sword back to Tang Tian's room, throwing the sinister sword in front of Tang Tian, ​​the sky petals disappeared, turned back to the small blue, did not enter the Tang celestial body.
Tang Tian quickly checked his body.
Seeing the first sight of Xiao Lan, he was doubting the dream. If it is really a dream, what is Xiaolan?
Checking his body, Tang Tian is even more surprised.
The heart of the glass is crystal clear, the dust is not stained, and a small sapling is very eye-catching.
Sure enough, that is not a dream.
Tang Tianxin’s drama is shocking. If it is not a dream, the scene of the Sea of ​​Rest...
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the six-armed demon, just like being struck by lightning.
The original sound sand hovering and crying swords between the palms of the hand, a bronze sword, like a small fish slid and swim.
That is……
Tang Tianxin just moved ~EbookFREE.me~ The bronze sword flew to him. Bronze sword with a strong Southern Cross Corps style, the blade is covered with cracks, so that Tang Tian thinks of the soul of the rest of the sea like the broken and re-sticking porcelain soul.
He involuntarily rubbed his sword and heard a familiar and close consciousness.
The sword has a small line
- "My generation can rest in peace."
Tang Tianxuan looked at this small line of words, and the screaming roar of the rest of the sea was like an ear.
"The soldiers are dead and unknown, and our generation can rest in peace!"
And the "Southern Cross Corps, like the tide, go forward!"
Tang Tian clenched his hand with a cracked bronze sword and muttered to himself: "From today on, you are called a sword. The heart is in the direction, the soul is not dead. The soul of the predecessors, fight with me!"
As if feeling the feelings of Tang Tian, ​​the unsuccessful sword trembled, its sounds were solemn and solemn, such as the sad songs of the strong man, such as the burning of fire, the war, the generosity!
In the faintness, Tang Tian’s eyes appeared in the sea of ​​rest, and a person who went forward and followed the tide like a tidal wave hit the sky and the broken bones. Those figures like broken porcelain, those who felt resolutely, the shocking roar of people.
Wannian obsession, a hundred years of reincarnation, the heart of the Corps, the soul of the soul is not dead.
Tang Tian, ​​who has a wet eye, finally understands that it is not a small blue that summons him into a dream. It is these invincible souls, because he is the true Southern Cross Corps leader!
"Yu You, Yongan."
"The soldiers are dead and unknown, and our generation can rest in peace!"