Bazhou is not as good as the Bazhou of the year. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, the 600,000 green thunder wolf riders of the Yuwen family were also armored tiger wolves with a sharp edge for thousands of miles, with strict military discipline and strict natural national laws.

Now it's hard to see.

The Demon Tianshan united those demon cubs who fell from the sky and the green thunder wolf to fight fiercely for three years, and the Yuwen family's vitality was greatly injured, and they had to take refuge under the Yuan family. Now Baxing Erzhou is already in dire straits.

It is said that the thin old man rode an old horse and took the seven boys off the reins and walked all the way to the southeast, stepped on the three-five teleportation array, crossed the bridge of most of the continent, and slowly entered the border of Bazhou.

"Boss, my father doesn't understand how to fight, but let's kill these rebellious maniacs as soon as possible. We are all human beings, and people's hearts are flesh and blood, and I can't bear to look at these poor people. I don't know how many miles I walked, the demon knife lay on horseback and watched the refugees fleeing back and forth.

It's all poor worms who want to sharpen their heads and run out of Bazhou.

Unrepentant and sighed, what is so terrible about the Demon Sect? The Yuan family who controls the Eight Dings said that the suppression will be suppressed, but what about the Shura Demon Realm? I couldn't help but be interested, and closed my eyes to watch the swordsman dancing and making snow at night.

After more than 100 miles, the sound of rushing and rushing shocked the heart, like a cow howling in anger endlessly. Except for the old knife, the young people all opened their eyes and saw the turbid river running across their eyes, roaring in front of them.

Yes, the Niu Mang River in Bazhou, according to legend, the ancient gods suppressed a reckless bull demon who was a disaster to the world, the bull demon was not satisfied, roared day and night, the water was turbulent, and I don't know how many boats made the tide of the good hand folded in the Niu Mang River.

The Niu Mang River is 3,000 miles long, and there is no bridge to cross, so if you want to continue in, you must take a detour. But expect these crabs to run rampant in Zhongzhou and Dala to go straight? Forget it.

Across the river, a pale-faced black-robed monk pointed at the man, mocking those who rode thin old horses. If you can't fly over the Niu Mang River, then an honest detour is the right thing, if you still want to find a boat to cross the river, it is impossible, the naval warship is coming, the Niu Mang River has to pinch its nose and be careful to steer, a big wave splits the head and covers the face, and the giant ship that rushes in the sea may not be able to stop this momentum.

"Boss, let me see how well you hold the knife. The old knife was still squinting and napping, but he opened his mouth lazily. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he obediently got off the horse, took out the horned wooden Jiao and walked to the side of the Niu Mang River, refreshed himself and closed his eyes.

Niu Mangjiang is really a big demon with a reckless cow, but the demon has long since died, but his soul has been integrated into the water veins of Niu Mangjiang and cursed day and night, and he has done evil things that overturned boats and hurt people's lives. But it's not important, it's not the way of the Heavenly Master, and it doesn't get rid of evil demons.

The muscles slowly bulged, and the breath of the little knife man followed the same rhythm as the waves of the Niu Mang River, and slashed at the river to stir up several zhang of water, which was four hundred miles wide from this end to the other, and these few zhang of water splash made people laugh to be honest. But when he did not regret splitting the knife again and again, the knife gang was like the back wave of the big river pushing the front wave, one wave was higher than the other, and one knife was stronger than the other.

He put away the knife and shook his head silently, this is the only way to do it, unless it is a knife technique that is perfect, and the knife is played out like an old knife, otherwise this Niu Mangjiang will not be able to make earth-shattering movements for a year or two.

A few black-robed people over there laughed loudly, and all kinds of foul language ridiculed the swordsman's incompetence.

Unrepentant's face twitched heavily but remained silent, if this river passed, they would all have to go down to accompany the dry bones of the mangniu.

"The so-called thunder is the appearance of the sword, and the momentum is like wind and thunder. Outsiders look at the momentum and fierce knife skills, but in fact, the guy who has just started can't control the knife sound and the agitation of the knife gang. The old man stretched and yawned.

"What is a forest piercing? The blade of the knife does not fall through the bamboo forest, and the blade sweeps through the bamboo forest. Dao Gang cut off the bamboo forest but did not shake off a single bamboo leaf, which considered the strength of the swordsman. I don't know how to use knives, I stopped thundering all my life and became a reckless man on the battlefield, and I encountered a silent forest piercing knife, and I lost my life before I could draw the knife. Piercing the forest knife generally does not give the enemy a chance to make a move, and the soul will be broken if you mistake it. Drawing and retracting the knife is like flowing water. Slowly pulled out a dead branch on the horse's back, which was picked up by the old knife halfway, praised it for its good appearance, and took it to Bazhou.

Broken Yue Interception River is integrated into half a lifetime of hard work, a knife, countless knives in people's hearts, a hundred people have a hundred Broken Yue and Intercepted River, after stepping on Broken Yue, the knife man is no longer a swordsman, but a grandmaster. Splitting Mount Tai with force, smashing gold and stone with a knife, are all broken mountains, cutting off rivers, counter-current waterfalls, and also cutting off rivers. After reaching these two realms, the so-called realms are not so important.

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, who can really understand the meaning of returning to dust? Dust to dust, earth to earth, few people who practice are dedicated to practicing knives, but those who practice knives have no great magical powers in their lives, and they have never lived for more than two hundred years.

"Knife, there is a knife in my heart, where is not a knife?" looked at the dead branch in his hand, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it with both feet.

"The world is good for the gods, but it is difficult for me to know, the three altars of old wine to the dawn, drunk and lying on the Hengfeng is not the peak, I have cultivated my love all my life, and he kills people ruthlessly. The old man had no luck but rose up in the air, and the withered branch seemed to have spirituality, and came to the river with the old knife.

"Niu Mangjiang is just that, how can there be such an exaggeration as three thousand miles without a head and tail, and four hundred miles without a beginning and no end?" The old man dug out his ears, and with a flick of his right hand, Niu Mangjiang was born a hundred miles and soared, rumbling towards that end. Two sleeves of knives, no wonder he said that there is a knife in his heart, where is not a knife.

Those Demon Sect monks who watched the play didn't care at first, that bloody man couldn't come up with a reason, you are such an old ......

In the next moment, the sword qi parted, and the waves of water plowed an astonishing ravine on that side.

Snapping a finger to intercept the river, I guess this is the landscape.

"It's still too tender, it's too late to practice knives now, let's just kill people, practice while killing. The old man yawned, reached out and rubbed his crotch, and slowly climbed onto the horse. There was no need for him to scold, the old horse sensibly stepped on the four hooves and stepped directly on the shallows to cross the cow, and the bottom of the river was layers of pebbles, just supporting the horse's hooves.

After thinking about it, the old man had just touched the roughness of his crotch in an eclectic manner, and the corner of the knifeman's mouth twitched but he didn't speak, and followed the horse across the river.

Look at the shore again, where is the shadow of the black-robed monk. I don't know if I was frightened back or simply wiped out by the old knife.

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