The white-shirted boy stood with one hand and drank the gun, and the fog and drizzle in the village were heavy.

The huge cobwebs were rapidly retracted, and there was a steady stream of filling.

When the warlock who took the lead in sweeping away looked at the young man in white shirt with a depressed look and his eyes slightly moistened with indebtedness, he couldn't help but turn his gaze slowly, looking at the green canopy double ape carriage that gradually disappeared into the mist.

Gou San had a moment, thinking that the next moment, there would be a green horse dragging the carriage through the fog, the curtain of the carriage was slightly opened, and the face imprinted in his mind would stare at each other, revealing that long-lost smile and saying that he had not seen him for a long time.

It can be imagined.

Gou San smiled lightly, and his smile was even more ugly than when he didn't smile.

Mistook the person who passed before the trial, and the love was a few points.

In the curtain and poetry, afraid of drizzling into a basin.

People probably have a past life, otherwise how could there be so many grievances and fetters in this world.

The wind shadow was unintentional, disturbing the white-shirted young man who was smiling and looking at the north, suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes became cold, and the thick true qi rippled from under his feet like ripples, and then he held the gun and tilted his arm, the golden light instantly wrapped his figure, and the blood drinking gun in his hand trembled lightly, scattering red light all over the ground.

The earth trembled slightly, and the hooves of horses roared.

Among the tens of thousands of iron horsemen who were rushing, there was a small hoof like thunder, and the roar was angry, rushing from Lanling City.

Gou San's divine sense is extremely keen, and after he can find out, his figure suddenly faces the direction of Lanling City, just when he is about to jump away, a terrible wail suddenly sounded in the south of Luobei Village, and the blood-stained drizzle and fog were broken by a horse, and then followed by one, two, ten, hundred...

More than 180 black-shirted young men came on horseback and waved swords stained with blood, especially the iron rider who rushed to the front, he looked like he was thirty, his sideburns were messy, his clothes were torn, and his face was covered with blood.

He split a human head with a knife, grabbed the neck of the black armor that rushed over with his backhand, and ran straight out fifty steps with the black armor in one hand, and saw that there was a heavy spear in front of him, and directly hit it with the black armor, and the moment the black armor was pierced by the heavy spear, the thirty-looking man waved the butcher knife again, and cut down the black armor military rider with a heavy spear.

Today he doesn't know how many soldiers he killed, or 800, or 1,000, or 10,000, these don't matter, for him Zuoquan, for an old man of the Jinling Cold Armor Army, the white-shirted young man surrounded by ten thousand armies is the reason why he can die generously!

No matter if he kills thousands of enemies, whoever wants him to die, who wants the Jinling Lengjia army to die, and who wants the soul of the Ming army to die, then whoever has to die!

Jinling Cold Armor Army, the cold word on the silver and white armor is the closest to the heart!

Not to mention far away, Cheng Blind used the old soul of the cold armor to fight against the traitorous soul of the cold armor army.

In the battle between Jinling and Dongchang, Cheng Ming died generously, and the sword did not fall to the ground!

Gou Chengying fell 10,000 cold armor battles ten times the enemy, and he broke his arm alone and did not retreat!

In the past, Chen Shen was the defender of the city, Lu Yaoyuan was the border guard, and the two were later arranged by Ah Cheng into the Lengjia Army, and he Zuo Quan was already a tent guard in the Lengjia Army.

"Today, Zuo Quan, a cold-armored veteran, swears here, inheriting the soul of the cold-armored army, and the howling tiger is the cold armor!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

More than 100 black-shirted roaring tigers swore to heaven.

Fight to the death!

More than a dozen people were killed with a knife, blood was spilled on their faces, and more than 180 galloping tigers who were slashing like the wind in the military formation were actually in an instant, neatly and neatly in front of the white-shirted young man more than ten steps.

The drizzle was slanting, blowing and moistening his eyes.

The cold armor army will not fight to the last of its death, and will not retreat!

The cobwebs that had just been rushed away by the Howling Tiger were instantly filled by the black-armored iron horseman, and the Jianghu Warlock who was standing in the air shot out the Xiacai Technique in an instant, blocking the world tightly.

Gou San's figure was stirred into the void, holding a blood-drinking gun to fight the rain-like masters of the rivers and lakes.

Zuo Quan gave an order, and with more than 180 new cold armor, he penetrated into tens of thousands of enemy formations in an offensive manner.

The sky was stained with blood, and the new cold armor army entered and exited less, and they were wounded all over.

"Uncle, protect the Dharma for me!"

Gou San was shocked and angry, and borrowed the way of heaven from the sky.

On this day, the sky fell thunder waterfalls, the earth cracked, the white-shirted boy soared up to 9,000 feet, born in Vientiane, 3,000 fires burned the sky, the exquisite villain descended to the sea, sitting on the first song of the Nine Songs of the Linglong Dao, the purple qi came from the east, and stepped into the realm of the Heavenly Dao Grandmaster, and the double cultivation was a grandmaster!

Walking a pair, the breeze is free, I have three feet of Qingfeng, and I can cut thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!

Silver frost fell from the sky, silver frost long knife silver killed blood, drizzle turned into weeping, blood stained Lanling, and the earth whimpered.

In the end, the white-shirted boy smiled back at the north, and threw more than 100 black-shirts to the south.

The blood rained down, the carriage curtain slowly opened, revealing a delicate pretty face, she raised her head to the sky, stretched out her jade palm to catch the blood rain that spilled down, for a moment, she suddenly felt that the blood in her hand was the same as the blood stains on the red clothes, her eyebrows were thoughtful, and she looked at the way from afar.

Later generations recorded that this day was called the Blood Sacrifice of the Broken Sect, the silver frost appeared in the sky, and one hundred and three grandmasters died, and thirty-seven thousand black armors.

Hongchen has no distracting thoughts, only looking up to the sky and asking the immortals.

The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal Flower Boat cargo ships come and go, and on the bed in the wing room of the cabin, a person lies horizontally, the thin futon covers the upper body, and the lower body is crooked, and the snoring echoes.

It was a vast starry sky and the moon was like water, but I never thought of it, but it was half an hour before it rained heavily.

Zuo Quan knocked on the door gently, didn't hear the response, and knocked three or four times in a row, and called softly while knocking: "Third master... Third Master..."

Gou San lifted the thin futon covering his head, propped himself up and squinted at the hazy sleepy eyes, smelled Zuo Quan's soft call, and said loudly: "Brother Zuo, where are you doing, let me sleep again, I won't let you get off the boat to tie up women again." ”

"Don't worry!" Hearing Zuo Quan's voice again, Gou San simply buried his head in the futon again.

"Third master... It's time to Yangzhou..."Zuo Quan cried with a sad face, neither daring to continue knocking on the door, nor daring to make a loud noise.

Gou San stood up, hurriedly opened the door, saw Zuo Quan's crying face, grinned, stretched out his head to look at the left and right, and then hurriedly pulled Zuo Quan into the wing, saw Zuo Quan looked stupid, Gou San rolled his hand on the side of his mouth and coughed dryly, and said: "Zuo Quan, this... It's the road. ”

"Not bitter, not bitter. Gou San's appearance really made Zuo Quan foggy, especially when he said it without bounds, so he quickly stretched out his hand and waved it.

The corner of Gou San's eyes flashed, and he asked tentatively: "Zuo Quan, that... Ninety-two, no, that Manzhu Sawa is still in Yangzhou?"

Zuo Quan was a little surprised, and replied: "Yes, in the future, ninety... Manzhu Sawa will always be in Yangzhou, and she is a secret pile arranged by the second lady. ”

After speaking, Zuo Quan leaned over slightly, a little close to Gou San's ear, and whispered: "The second lady also said that as long as the third master can't bear it, he will take his own ferry to Yangzhou, and let Manzhu Sawa serve the third master. ”

Gou San almost slapped Zuo Quan on the head, tied his collar with righteousness, and said angrily: "Am I like that kind of person!"

Gou San turned around and muttered in a low voice, "Lao Tzu is in the realm of a grandmaster, and he still needs to come by boat?"

Zuo Quan could only hear the first half of the sentence, and hurriedly answered: "The second lady said, the third master, you don't look like that kind of person, but you are that kind of person, she doesn't want to go to the Qinglou to kidnap you like the eldest lady." ”

Gou San raised his foot and kicked Zuo Quan's far away hips, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

The flower boat swam into Yangzhou, the girl in the white dress in the Linshui Pavilion was playing with the strings of the acacia, and after the song, she looked up, and the man in the white shirt was slowly stepping with his hands in his hands, smiling charmingly.

There was no one in the wing, and before he could get closer, the girl in the white dress got up and untied her clothes lightly, and greeted him with the look he wanted to see the most.

The fragrance of Miao Man entered his nose, and Gou San was intoxicated and sniffed, and kissed the cherry mouth.

But she was lowered by two fingers, and her words were soft: "Don't... Dirty..."

She unbuttoned his white shirt and slowly crouched down...

Warm, slippery and compact, Gou San closed her eyes slightly, and her hands pressed excitedly against her head, red candles dimming.