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A disciple of the Proud Dragon Sect hurriedly came in the audience, and said a few words to Huang Yu with a panicked face. I saw that the rain had a different color on his face, and then looked at the stage.

Yuanlan, who was planning to fight Yongqing again, and by the way, asked for advice on swordsmanship, received a message from his senior sister: "Senior brother, things have changed. ”

had to give up the plan in his heart to say goodbye to everyone in the Star Pavilion, and the opponent suddenly withdrew his troops and stopped Yongqing had no intention of calling this pursuit, so it could be regarded as a peaceful ending. The two of them smiled on their faces, but they shared a thought in their hearts: "Don't be in a hurry, we will come to a long time!"

At the end of the day, he greeted the sunrise and announced that the world was not successful in the Xingchen Pavilion yesterday, and the number was Yongqing.

Now that the feeding time has passed, the celebration is over at sunset.

The spring light in March is warm, and the wisps are integrated into the heaven and earth.

The plum tree that was born near the water looks at the graceful in the lake, the white flowers are double-petaled, and the residual snow shines on the water!

Under the tree, the young man in light clothes held a small bee on his fingertips, not like a living being, but more like a jade carving.

There was a slight smile on his face, but his eyes became more and more cold, as if two black jade glasses were immersed in a cold pool, moist and cold to the bone marrow!

"Yuanlan ......"

The jade bee flew into the flowers, and the boy's figure was cut off by the gate.

The next day, Yongqing Daojun still got up early to dance the sword on the Forgotten Peak, and outside the Xingchen Pavilion, the little girl with long hair and ankle length wiped the residual blood from the sword.

"It's all here. The little girl sat on the tree and shook her feet, the long sword on her lap hidden in its scabbard, and the spike of the sword flicked with the little girl's movements.

"Ah Chang, someone is going to do something to our clan again, shall we kill it back?"

"By the orders of the young clan master!" Luan Chang did not have a smile on his face, and his cold eyes were almost overflowing with murderous intent.

The people behind him silently clenched their blades, raised their heads to reveal a pair of similar eyes, cold and cold, full of killing intent and anger, and passed their answers to the young clan master on the tree.

Since that night's chaos, those of them who narrowly escaped have been hunted down by the disciples of the big sect and watched by the disciples of the small sect, and everyone is eager to bite a piece of meat from them to invite them to be rewarded!

If it weren't for the rescue of the young clan master, he would either be dead or in prison now.

Now, their people are facing the situation they once had, and it is their turn to rescue, by the way...... Kill!!!

The sect of the Demon Dao, they hate! However, they hate the Aolong Sect even more, the alliance back then is now the most ruthless person who encircles and suppresses them, and the name Yuanlan makes them hate it even more, drinking its blood and gnawing its bones!

"Shh~!" The young clan lord raised his finger to his lips: "The old rules, the Luan clan's iconic secret method is not used!

"No!" the black-clad monks had even more cold light in their eyes, but they also said in unison. Save people first, wait for revenge! They know, revenge, they can wait, when the sword is raised, they will succeed, all participants will pay the price, why lack a knife!

"Go!" At the sound of an order, the young clan master turned into a streamer first, and the rest of the people followed one after another.

Thirty-three people were dispatched this time, and none of them were under the golden pill!

The smell of blood drifted in the wind, and the blood veins in everyone's body were faintly boiling, and their hearts were full of anger.

This is the blood of their people, the life of their compatriots!

Some people are rickety, some people have straight backs, and some people support each other!

Some people are indignant, some people mourn their relatives, and some people are silent!

But no matter what kind of beings they are, they all have the same similarities. The same is the blood flowing in their bodies, and the same is the black shackles of varying weights.

The barbed whip rolled up a handful of scarlet with every swing, the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense, and the viscous blood condensed into large scabs on the clothes, layer upon layer, not like the smell of mortals, and the blood containing spiritual power and power presented a faint fragrance and fishy smell entangled with each other.

Luan Zice looked at the slightly numb clansmen around him, looking at them with tired eyes, and his heart was desolate.

Is that the end of it? I don't know who the enemy is? Why did he target him to the Luan tribe? I don't know what happened to my father and mother? And the life and death of those people who stayed in the clan land to fight that day?

His revenge, which has not yet begun, is it going to end here?

No! He is not reconciled! No! Absolutely not!

The flame in his heart was blazing, and he lowered his head to let the shadow cast by his long hair cover his eyes, and his eyes were full of flames of revenge, and he didn't know whether it was sad or tragic.

Ignoring the confinement of the tendons and veins of the dantian, he tried to mobilize the spiritual power in the dantian over and over again, even if he was extinguished just after mobilizing a trace, and the pain made him tremble all over his body and he didn't give up! Even if he tried nearly a hundred times before mobilizing a small wisp of spiritual power into the tendons and veins, he was still trying desperately! Even if he knew that even if he mobilized a trace of spiritual power, as long as he broke through the surface of the body, it would cause a thunder chain punishment warning, and he was trying to do useless work, he was also trying! He was also making this almost hopeless effort.

He didn't know what else he could do if he didn't even do this.

Is it to be killed and wait for death? Or is it to bled and deboned?

How is it possible!

His people, and his majestic family!

How can you do nothing, just in case, just in case, what is the turning point!

If the dantian is occluded and the meridians are rigid, even if there is a turnaround, how can he grasp it!

Luan Zice, a person who has been moving forward in this line of work, is by no means an isolated case! A huge family is neither evil nor evil, and even has a good reputation, but in the blink of an eye, the righteous demon besieged Zhu Lou and collapsed! Who didn't say a long word of admiration when he was walking outside to report his name? Who didn't give a little bit of thin-faced, but now he is despised! He is coveted by others! He hides incognito! How can he not be angry in his heart? How can he not have a wave of vengeful anger burning brightly?

Although they are tired and look a little numb and resigned to their fate, no one wants to live, and they live upright! Straighten their backs and throw back all their contempt! Let everyone who sees them say that they are worthy of being everyone's children!

It was a good demeanor back then, but now it's a good spirit!

Majestic and unfalling!!

Just give them a few moments, and their vengeful fury will turn into a monstrous flame, blazing and burning all enemies!

Let all the contempt and insults, contempt and coveting turn into ashes and green smoke, and bury their masters!

And now, here's your chance!

The blue-striped and black-robed monks rushed down like predatory night beasts under the leadership of a young man with a silver half-armor on their faces!

It doesn't have to be a killing spree, but you have to fill their stomachs!

In the darkness of the night, the nighthawk will take away the ......

Prey or treasure? Who knows?

After all, fate is impermanent, isn't it?