The people of Yiyang City must have been surprised by the arrow of nothingness that pierced the sky and crushed the air, and the sound of the air shattering in the dim sunlight resounded in the hearts of every living Yiyang City person. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Has the courage of the timid been pierced, has the already bent spine been crushed into the soil?

And how many of these backbones in the soil are about to move, because the sun is dim so that evil thoughts are nourished, and the surprised eyes must be snickering with joy.

How many sneers bloomed on the faces of the people of Yiyang City, what a good opportunity, if all this is realized, it will be the overlord of Yiyang City.

The soil emperor of Yiyang, who doesn't want to, who is not greedy.

And how many Qinmu people fainted and fell to the ground in panic, and their hearts were still struggling with hope, they must want to think like this, but why couldn't those silent eyes see everything, could it be that the arrow of nothingness so easily shattered the belief of the noble son, and why did the former superiority disappear under the arrow.

Yiyang City was silent, and the Qin Mu clan screamed in fear.

Qin Muyang's burning eyes seemed to be dripping blood, how could a proud person be so humiliated, the Dao power in his chest was already shouting wildly, and the hatred was struck his heart again and again.

And Qin Muhai must have thought of all this in front of him, otherwise those eyes would not be so calm, and his arm was raised silently and weakly, and gently rested on his child's shoulder.

But at this time, how could Qin Muhai's eyes be weak, from the moment he stepped out of his home, the fighting spirit was deeply buried in his heart, and I, Qin Muhai, would always stand at the forefront of the Qin Mu people.

Tears passed silently from the corners of Qin Muyang's eyes, it turned out that all this had been staged in his dream in the middle of the night, but why was it so painful.

But when the old and familiar voice in the sky was conveyed to the ground along with the sound of the air shattering, how could the person who was determined to stand at the forefront of the Qin Mu Clan still stand.

Kneeling silently, how could the proud knee bones and humble bluestone slab have the ability to bear it, and the earth under him fully accepted such tenacity, the backbone that carried the burden of Qin Mu must not be bent, but as the son of his father, how could this man not bow down.

The head was lightly clicked, and Qin Muhai's tears were due to remorse.

Qin Muyang beside him must have forgotten this world, that dull eye must not know that his father has fallen to his knees, will the voice in the sky be fake?

That was the person who once carried the burden of Qin Mu in the wind and rain, but today he once again took a step with these descendants who stood godless and kneeled and weak, and once again embarked on the road of defending Qin Mu's glory.

Qin Muyang believed in the old man's wisdom from the bottom of his heart, but now he couldn't believe his ears, could it be that the dream of waking up at night was really shattered?

At this time, the Qin Mu Mansion was like a real dead silence, everyone forgot to breathe, and the brains that sank into the darkness were kicked into the abyss by the worship they once took.

Qin Mu's stillness was exchanged for Yiyang's boiling, under such nourishment, those evil thoughts have grown wildly, what reason is there to doubt, is that hesitant look doubting the ears?

It all came from the fact that the former emperor, who could still stand in the dim sunlight, made up his mind to miss it and regret it for a lifetime.

In an instant, it seemed that every corner of Yiyang was about to move, and all the spearheads were pointed at the emperor's throne, and they were destined to be timid.

They were still waiting, waiting for the arrow of nothingness to crush into Qin Mucheng's chest.

Wu Jitang's cold and arrogant eyes must have been mixed with respect.

Under the cutting of the air, the silver filaments flying in the wind were separated inch by minute, broken inch by inch, and in the dim sunlight, the coldness that flew in the sky poured into the hearts of every Qinmu people, but they must not be able to see the wrinkled face of this old man.

But Wu Jitang, who occupied the sky, did see these clearly, and there was no trace of fear in the cloudy eyes of the Dao arrows that came from the opposite side, and that fear must have all turned into the courage to fight for the life of his child, and the palms of his hands must have wanted to hold out his own light in the dim sunlight.

He must have succeeded, in the dazzling light, the palms of those hands were raised, how could they still be a pair of old man's hands, and at this moment they were shining like young adults.

But what moved Wu Jitang was not these, it was precisely the face that was losing its vitality, how the face with skin close to the skull was still an old man, like dry bones plucked out of the grave, maybe the gentle wind could break them apart.

Wu Jitang's arrow must be very slow, let the old man prepare for so long, is his heart very important?

In the face of the hope of the clan, what is there to cherish all this, I have lived in this world for too long, and my voice is letting everyone remember the glory of my Qinmu clan, and this is also the case at this moment.

In Wu Jitang's eyes, the old man thought that he was holding a blood ball in his hand, and what did the dim sun do to compete with it, but the arrow of nothingness that was destined to crush everything, he didn't care about it, the small cracks in the air were still spreading, and the dry head in front of him was his target, and he didn't care about the blood ball in the old man's hand either.

The arrow didn't care about the blood map in the old man's hand, and the old man didn't care about the arrow that was about to crush his head.

"Ahh ”

The shock in the air must have firmly pressed the heads of all the Qinmu people into the dirt, because they didn't dare.

They didn't dare to look at it, and the old man's palms, which looked like young adults, turned into dry bones.

They didn't dare to look at it, and the old man's spine turned into fine dust and scattered in the air.

And all this is an indisputable fact, the sun has once again regained its glory, in the gentle wind, the thin crystals fluttered into every inch of Yiyang's land like flying flotsam, and also into the hearts of every Qinmu people, the head that wants to be buried in the soil must not dare to lift, because the blood in the air is still in the dazzling sun and is still struggling for their death.

Yi Yang's impatience was completely hidden under the light of the blood group, and the opportunity they were waiting for was shattered because of the existence of the blood map, but they were still waiting, and they must be afraid that the phantom standing in the sky would fall, that was their hope, if Qin Mucheng challenged Qin Mu's dignity with the life of the dead wood, then these timid people were destined to crawl at the feet of Qin Muhai and dare not disobey for half a point.

That blood ball came so fast, and it was killed in front of Wu Jitang's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Why is the smell of blood disgusting like this time, Wu Jitang must not want the blood to stain his body, and he took a step forward with his feet firmly, and above the cold front of the spear, the brilliance flowed.

With the same loud shout, Han Feng accurately cut towards the blood mass, Wu Jitang's sneer climbed up his cheeks again, would the blood mass have the courage to struggle under his own cold front?

The sound of friction in the air must have been harsh, so everyone's brows in Yiyang City furrowed deeply.

Because in their eyes, the moment they had just recaptured their home turf and the sun had lost its position again, and the spear cold front cut the blood mass, Wu Jitang's figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Because the sky in their eyes was covered with a thick layer of blood, the corners of their eyes must be twitching, is there no hope that they have been waiting for so hard?

For timid people, the corners of their eyes must still be twitching, covering the thick layer of blood in front of Yiyang people, the starlight in the thick blood curtain is not dazzling, it must be a meteor cutting the blood curtain little by little.

And it was a little bit of light that completely buried the glimmer of hope in the hearts of the Qin Mu people, how many sorrows and choked up at this moment.

It was such a little bit of light that made those evil thoughts that were already hungry for nutrients get the precious air, and how many cheers and snickering were there at this moment.

Originally, that little bit of starlight opened up the space for his own existence, and the life that passed away was not worthless, there was blood left on the corner of Wu Jitang's mouth, but the value of that life made many people sigh, because Wu Jitang's arrogant backbone was not half bent, and in the blood shadow in the sky, how hideous the person standing in the only light was.

"Qin Mucheng, die. The blood mist that still wanted to rise was completely frozen by the coldness in Wu Jitang's words, and the wind blew gently, this was the real freezing and raindropping.

Han Xian's ears were pricked up, the only trace of familiarity in Yiyang City was the person standing proudly in the air, the person who had not thought about it was indeed deeply squeezed into his brain, and the sound of the drizzle beating the roof tiles at this moment was so terrifying.

Han Xian, who stood up and didn't dare to leave the room for half a step, must have smelled blood from the air, and Han Xian was too familiar with corruption in the air, why was there a trace of fear, could it be that his nose sniffed out the old age in corruption?

The bone dust flying in the sky is familiar to me, and the drizzle that pats me is even more familiar, because it is as if the former person patted his shoulder with a warm palm.

He should have stood upright.

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