"Old man, come with wine!" The old swordsman was not polite, with a wave of his big hand, Ao Buregret, who was in a daze, immediately returned to his senses, took out more than ten jars of old wine and put it on the ground, and the corpses were all over the field without affecting their interest at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Xugou is said to be one of the twelve elders of the Demon Tianshan Mountain, and he is incompatible with the Shadow Seven Killing Gate and the Four Poles Dragon Gate, but Xugou and Luo Qingling, the old swordsman, are friends, very good friends.

And there are not many such friends on the rivers and lakes.

You are here to find the bad luck of the Demon Heavenly Mountain. A sip of dragon blood wine into his stomach, the dog spitted hot air and squinted his eyes and said.

That can't be helped, at the beginning, that little cub of the Demon Ripple united with other Demon Sect Mountain Sects to destroy the Miao descendants of the Shadow Seven Killing Sect. The old swordsman sighed, if it weren't for the hard work of the Demon Heavenly Mountain, it would be impossible for the Shadow Seven Killing Gate to withdraw from the Bazhou Demon Sect like the Four Poles Dragon Gate.

Dala Blood Feather opened his chest one by one and drank wine without speaking, they can all be regarded as disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, the skills they learned from the old swordsman, who dares to say that they did not bring the traces of the Qingfeng Sect Qingfeng Knife?

"I don't know if I have something to say. "Isn't it ridiculous to drink and greet friends on the rivers and lakes with friends?

Needless to say, it is naturally about the relationship between the Shadow Seven Killing Gate and the Demon Heavenly Mountain. It is the same reason that the old swordsman knows that the old swordsman will not retreat, and he will not back down either.

Sometimes, the righteous words of the rivers and lakes are bigger than the sky. But on this day, it was still constrained by other things.

"The sect master said that as long as you Luo Qingling go back with the Shadow Seven Killing Technique, he will not trouble you, but will help you rebuild the Shadow Seven Killing Sect and support you to become the second giant of the Demon Sect besides the Demon Heaven Mountain. ”

Drink. The old swordsman didn't speak, and the dog didn't say much, they all knew that as long as they opened their mouths about this kind of thing, there was nothing to say.

At the beginning, you were a dignified mastiff who was sought revenge, and was chased by thousands of horses in Xianzhou for 3,000 miles, if it weren't for the old man, I happened to pass by you, but there was no bullshit to do it. The old knife suddenly laughed out loud while holding the wine jar, the southern mastiff at that time was fledgling, stunned like a cucumber egg, and was as enthusiastic as a cucumber egg, killing the governor of Xianzhou and hundreds of personal guards, and the old bottom of being chased and killed by people was exposed.

The dog was not angry, and touched the wine altar with a smile and the old swordsman said, I don't know what attention you old thing is paying attention to? It's just that I fell in love with me and wanted to find a loophole to get rid of, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's two hearts, he wouldn't have been deceived by you even in his pants?

The old man laughed wildly, the magic knife blood crow had not yet been opened, and his father took it to the ten thousand soldiers forest to beg the twenty-seven foundry masters at the peak of the time to join forces to melt the treasures of the other six gates into the blood crow, the magic light and demon intent captured people's souls, that is, he did not have the courage to steal the blood crow out at the risk of being hung up and beaten by his own father. The killer who was carrying a Pu knife and wandered around Kyushu ran into such an unlucky earth dog, and after helping him kill more than 200 people, the two of them were chased out of 3,000 miles together and became close friends.

Have you made up your mind, and will never change your mind again? The dog slapped open another mud seal and poured wine on his head.

I have made up my mind, I don't change it, people always have to have a little ambition, the demon ripple killed me Shadow Seven Kills up and down more than 9,000 people, this revenge will not be avenged, then my demon knife has mixed up a little murderous name in the past 100 years, is it a mirror? The old swordsman rolled his eyes, and the blood crow lay on the old swordsman's lap, and the blade of the knife rippled back and forth with a cold and cold light.

The dog's eyes finally lost the last soft light.

Yama and the Blood Raven trembled at the same time, emitting a chilling murderous aura.

"The dog is here just for one thing, to persuade you Qingfeng Men not to take another step forward and leave. "Yama drew a crack in front of Dala Blood Feather and the old swordsman.

If you continue to set foot, the ten halls of the dog will cry, and they will not show mercy.

The old man laughed and smashed the wine jar to pieces, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at the dog proudly: "Demon Dao Qingling, I never know what a threat is!"

You're a good friend.

You too.

But our best destination is to die under each other's swords.

The blade rises, and the corners of the clothes are broken. The dog cut off the corners of his clothes, and the demon knife also cut off the corners of his clothes.

"Yan Yi, old dog, I don't know each other from now on!" The old man seemed to lose his spirit in an instant, and his wrinkles deepened.

"Luo Qingling, old crow, when we meet again, we will be the head of Yama Luo and take your head!"

A soft sigh, a knife roar. The out-of-control knife slashed at the ground, ploughing out the criss-crossing ravines, and turning into powder inch by inch in the reflection of the dog's pupils. Soil, gravel, vegetation and living things were all turned into powder.

"I've been looking for my thirteenth knife, what my thirteenth knife is. It's nothing more than a river and lake. With a sigh, it has returned to dust.

Closing his eyes, the old man's hairband quietly fell off, and his shawl fell, and his long gray-black hair was windless.

"I've been looking for 10, 20 years. The rivers and lakes that are sought are in the knife and in the heart. What about immortality, what about returning to the dust, because the position is because of the principle, and he lost his only friend, a mad dog who dares to go up and bite twice no matter who dares to gossip. It doesn't make sense anymore. ”

The dog turned and walked away.

One more step, the Shadow Seven Killing Gate and the Demon Sect completely tore their faces and started a war.

"Chenlong, Yinhu. "Old Dao's face became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his wrinkles quickly decreased, he was not that old, and he had a lifespan of thousands of years after immortality. They have little interest in immortality, so they don't bother to stay young.

After the dog left, two middle-aged men came out with swords.

Luo Qingling's knife floated behind his back, following him across the line.

Kendo is divided into five grades, breaking bamboo, cirrus clouds, tearing the sky, standing sea and hanging clouds. Chenlong and Yinhu stepped into the Chuiyun Realm twenty years ago and became the most powerful swordsmen in Kyushu.

Since ancient times, the sword has competed, and my generation has repeatedly won the sword technique, and then the demon knife has come out, and the epiphany has returned to the dust. Yin Hu looked at Luo Qingling, who was as young as them, with a smile and said, You must know that the sword is a hundred geniuses of the clouds, and none of them who make the sword will reach the highest realm.

The Cloud Sword Saint can dance the Nine Heavens Cloud Hanging, and the Dust Sword Saint flicks his fingers to kill, and the Heaven and Man Horizontal Fence also dares to split.

A sword is not the same as a sword, but a sword and a sword have the same end.

I came to learn it, and the knife of the epiphany to return to the dust of the saint Qingling, the knife of the rivers and lakes. Chen Long looked at Luo Qingling with a detached and holy face expressionlessly, and the sword in the sheath popped out half of it and let out a sword sound.

Airplanes. The blood crow trembled, and a flash of colorful color turned into a black light as black as ink.

"Jianghu knife, it's just a paper drawing, I can't take it. What I took out of my hand...... It's better for the two of you to see my rivers and lakes. "One step to the sky, draw the ground as a prison.

Luo Qingling, one of the only two Returning Dust Sword Saints in Kyushu, independently faced the two Chuiyun Sword Saints on this day, setting off another storm in the rivers and lakes.

In Kyushu, where there is a heart for the Tao, there are still people in the rivers and lakes.

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