Chapter 564: Raise eyebrow

A sharp and anxious shout sounded: "Guard!"
Driving is the Venerable, at this time the Venerable on the mountain road, of course, is Chen Changsheng. Those monks who did not care about the snowflakes in the sky, flew towards Chen Changsheng, and Zhong Hui also coldly raised his sword away. For a time, the mountain road was full of windbreak... Then the clothes and muscles were Split voice!
Bo Xue seems to be the sharpest magical soldier, cutting through everything he encounters!
Blood was sprayed on the mountain road, condensing into red ice beads, rolling everywhere.
The monks stopped in front of Chen Changsheng, with mild or severe injuries, no one died, but the courage was gradually exhausted.
Who is the middle-aged scholar? Which saint is it?
He is not a saint.
He is the opposite of all saints.
Liu Qing thought of this sentence pale, suddenly snorted, pulled out his sword, and spurted forward!
Sword light is like electricity, born in the stream.
Xiao De finally waited until this moment, and also moved, even faster than Liu Qing.
Numerous blood vessels broke out on his face, and the tan hair burst out of his skin, and his breath became more wild, rushing directly to the middle-aged scholar!
The middle-aged scholar finally withdrew his gaze from Chen Changsheng, looked at them, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He raised his eyebrows and moved the world.
The sword light by the stream suddenly converged, accompanied by a very harsh sound, Liu Qing made two cuts in his hand.
His man fell on the grass, a blood stain appeared on his wrist, and he kept spraying blood, looking extremely miserable.
Xiao De was even more miserable. He didn't even rush out of the stream, but was beaten down by the force of that world.
With a snap, he knelt on one knee, the stream was splashing, and the blood was also splashing!
He became crazy and transformed with blood, and his body was stronger than steel. However, on this kneeling, his knee bones shattered into powder!
But after all, he only knelt on one knee and did not completely kneel in the stream. The strong demon clan gritted his teeth and snarled violently, desperately trying to move on!
The same is true for Liu Qing, spraying blood and holding a residual sword while continuing to pierce forward, and I don’t know when the left hand has held the other half of the broken sword!
The middle-aged scholars are too strong, even if they abandon their previous alliances, they cannot beat each other.
But they cannot stop here, just lie down or kneel.
Because the human race and the demon race, they never surrendered before the demon race!
The middle-aged scholar's lips gave a hint of smile as they looked at the two who were rushing to the torn body with their mortal hearts.
When he smiled, the mountains and rivers were bright together, but they were still lonely and cold, because there were still no people and demon between the mountains and rivers.
In front of him, all human races and demon races are going to die.
The deeper the smile of middle-aged scholars, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing and Xiao De, until the bones are visible!
With two snaps, Liu Qing and Xiao De finally failed to get close to the middle-aged scholar, and fell before the persimmon forest, blood spattered.
Liu Qing closed her mouth, pale, and said nothing. As an assassin, since she was going to die, she should of course die in silence.
Druid howled angrily, like an injured beast, painful and unwilling.
Seeing this picture, the dozen or so demon clan subordinates at the river bank finally conquered the deepest fear in their hearts and picked up their weapons to rush towards the middle-aged scholar.
Especially the demon clan master closest to the woods, with the determination of dying, directly used the blood demystification method, his body suddenly became incomparably tall, vaguely visible as the clan’s true shape, he roared deep and angry and rolled up the stream The gravel and cold water on the bank blew towards the middle-aged scholars.
The middle-aged scholar seemed bored and waved his sleeve casually.
The heavy body of the elephant master flew into the sky like this.
In the process of flying to the sky, the hill-like body of the master of the clan continued to decompose, and countless blood arrows burst out, eventually turning into dozens of pieces of flesh and falling down the stream.
The rest of the demon clan masters have even more miserable endings, with their hands broken and their arms and feet broken, or even being cut directly by the waist, but they will not die immediately.
The creek is full of blood and internal organs, and the cry of despair and despair!
Xiao De's eyes were full of anger, watching the middle-aged scholar hissing and roaring: "I'm going to kill you!"
Earlier on the mountain road, he said that he wanted to kill Chen Changsheng. That was just a means of negotiation, but because he did have this ability, it sounded chilling.
At this time he said that he was going to kill middle-aged scholars, but it was more like a helpless cry of children, and it sounded compassionate.
The middle-aged books didn't pay attention to his roar.
Whether it is the top five in the free run list or the third assassin in the world, it is a very meaningless thing for him, and it is not worth spending a little bit of spirit and time.
His eyes fell on the mountain road again and fell on Chen Changsheng.
The landscape on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that he didn't know was his face.
The face is very clear and handsome, with some vicissitudes, like the newborn green plum, and like the ancient Buddha in the legendary Galan Temple.
He stood between the flesh and blood, standing in the endless pain, looking at Chen Changsheng, his expression calm and indifferent, and smiling again.
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Snow flakes fall and fall, and the mountain road is cold and biting.
Everyone thinks so.
Everything happened too fast. When I turned from the mountain road, I saw the middle-aged scholar in front of the woods opposite the stream. When he turned around, Tianji Pavilion died, Liu Qing and Xiaode were seriously injured, and more than ten demon masters or Death or death is worse than death, in fact, only a few interest time.
Neither Chen Changsheng nor Folded Sleeve or Tang Thirty-six is ​​too late to do anything. Of course, even if they do something, it doesn’t make any sense.
The middle-aged scholar is terrible.
After he came to Kyoto from Xining, Chen Changsheng had seen some truly peerless powerhouses, but whether it was Juluo, stargazer or something else in the wind and rain, they were far inferior to this middle-aged scholar, even the original The Southern Saints seen in Xunyang City seem to be one layer weaker than this middle-aged scholar.
Can His Majesty the Pope be stronger than this middle-aged scholar?
Chen Changsheng has only seen the vast Xinghai in the eyes of the pope, and has not seen the pope personally take action, unable to draw conclusions.
If you really want to find someone who can be similar to the realm of this middle-aged scholar in your past monastic career, it can only be Su Li.
And it must be Su Li in its heyday and in its best condition.
At the beginning of the magic field snow field, Su Li pulled out the cover of the sky sword from the yellow paper umbrella and cut out hundreds of miles of mighty southbound road, giving him the same feeling as now.
Who is this middle-aged scholar?
Chen Changsheng suddenly thought that when he left Zhou Yuan at that time and sent the yellow paper umbrella to Su Li's hands, the night he had seen from afar.
The piece was born in the old town of Snow and covered the night sky of half of the sky.
Hanshan at this time was also shrouded in that night.
His face instantly turned pale.
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