"The old man said, I heard that someone died under the Tao Pass, but I don't know whether it is your Dayuan Blood King or Zhou Yi, the prince of Xingzhou. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" The old man rode a white horse upside down and muttered, as if he was asleep but not asleep.

The scholar scolded but his eyes were clear, and his eyes were thrilling flashing. was dragged forward by the old man for 2,000 miles, and it completely wiped out the last sharp energy in his body.

Zhou Yi, the prince of Xingzhou, is good at making double knives, the strength is amazing, known as the "white bear", the day of the birth of the Xingzhou Wangcheng veins undulating in the form of the white bear flying armor breaking the gate of heaven, the national teacher spit out three mouthfuls of blood to deduce the heavenly machine, the king of Xing then set up the new Zhou Yi as the prince, the word white bear. Because of the breaking of the tradition of standing tall and not young, he was criticized by the ministers. King Xing is naturally a big kill, but fortunately, the pair of knives Zhou Baixiong is also considered to be competitive, not to talk about Wenzhi, but good at martial arts, and calmed down the complaints of the old ministers of Xingzhou.

At this time, it was more than two months since the elite Mozhu army led by the White Bear led the South out of Wangcheng that week, and the day was approaching.

"Senior, tell me, why am I not as good as that Zhou Yi?"

The old man didn't talk nonsense or show mercy: "Zhou Yi Jinling's double knife has the power to intercept the river in his left hand, and his right hand is broken Yue Neng, thirty immortals and sixty lifts Xia, and now seventy-three has stepped into the Dao realm by opening the sky and opening his eyes through the Tianmen Cave, but he is a real supreme, do you think it is the side door left road that you encountered before?"

Then I have encountered a lot of side doors. The scholar smiled and stuffed the poor old man with a handful of grass in his mouth.

"Luo Qingling, that kid is right, you are a foreigner when you make a knife, it is not your ability to convince people with force, the key is still in a comprehension. You can't learn the knife thirteen, and Yan Fei is only a little rough when you come back, if you want me to say, when will you figure out Luo Qingling's dream of rivers and lakes, you will be considered a beginner. ”

Yo? The old-timers are really masters, come and tell the younger generations about this Jianghu dream, what's so powerful?

The old man rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes: "If you want to learn from me, I'm not interested in teaching you."

Stingy. The scholar rolled his eyes, grabbed another handful of grass and stuffed it to the white horse.

Listening to the waves is like facing a great enemy.

Guarding the pass is Tingtao Guan Guoyi Du Lieutenant and Zhichong Du Wei, the main and deputy military attachés with a thousand light cavalry are waiting for the battle, according to the scout investigation, the old and the young who set off stormy waves all the way north in Xingzhou will arrive at Tingtao Pass slowly today.

King Xing sent his own crown prince, and at a young age, he had military exploits comparable to those of the three generals of the Zhengerpin auxiliary state.

"My son Baixiong Wenneng can splash ink to guide the country, and Wu Neng can step on the eight wildernesses, how can he be worse than the eight sons of the Yuan family?" Xingzhou Wang Zhou Li said.

Cheer!

The old man stretched, and the gates opened!

Captain Guo Yi and Captain Zhichong turned pale, but their teeth were clenched, even if their hands trembled uncontrollably.

This old guy is really strong, they are not battle-hardened warriors, how have they ever seen such a terrible scene - the old man shouted, and the closed city gate burst open?! Shocking, this is the legendary fairy, right? Thinking of this, the faces of Captain Guo Yi and Captain Zhichong became even more ugly.

Someone has long said that an immortal can be a million heroes, looking back at a thousand light horsemen of all sizes, even if they are well-armoured? Immortals break armor like white horses passing through gaps, isn't that a matter of blowing?

If that old immortal had a heart, none of them would have survived for a moment.

"Ah......" stretch your waist, the old man doesn't look at these light riders, they are too weak, kill the karma of Hengsheng, don't kill it. Yuan Lie has never been a pure person, his Demon Sect title is a ferry, that is not to say that he has the atmosphere and hard work of a ferryman, but the bloody blood of sending all enemies to reincarnation!

It's a good afterlife ferry, which is indeed more terrifying than the Silent Devouring Demon Emperor.

The scholar chuckled and let go of the reins. The old man kicked him: "If you have a long mouth, you will speak." ”

Lieutenant Zhichong couldn't stand this weird atmosphere anymore, and the old and young sat under the Listening Wave Pass in a grand manner, and there was no extra movement. A jar of dragon blood wine made Yuan Lie is old man relieved, how many years, this taste of dragon blood will really make people go crazy when they drink it.

"Little cub, I heard that you slaughtered your own three thousand Xia Dragons? As the saying goes, tiger poison doesn't eat children, this group of rammers has been with you for so long in the Heavenly Dragon Realm, how can you say that you will kill it, and make wine and make drums, you are really not afraid of heaven's curse? The old man said with a snort.

Hey, I do my own business, I've been with my family for so long, but not so long. Old-timers, dragons are different from humans, dragons have always pursued domineering, while humans pursue holy or royal roads, which are different.

The scholar with the grassroots in his mouth talked eloquently, squinting at the good-looking Danfeng eyes and said seriously, the ground slowly shook, and the horned wood Jiao jumped in the sheath, making a bloody tremor and humming.

"Aren't you afraid of them?"

Isn't that the other way around? Otherwise, where will the wine come from, where will the war drums come from?

"Hey, you bastard, you're to my liking!" The old man laughed strangely: "What did Zhou Baixiong say?" How many back-and-forths can defeat him? ”

The scholar rubbed his temples with a headache: "Defeated, within fifty moves; Kill him, it doesn't take a hundred moves. ”

The old man raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard some joke.

"What if you kill him more than a hundred moves?"

Phew, you old thing, let you teach me skills and you don't teach, and in turn embarrass me! The scholar scolded and scolded, and bounced out with the horned wooden Jiao like a strong arrow. After a hundred moves, it's over, anyway, they're all going to die, so much to worry about him?!

A ravine rises from the flat plow, like an ox running straight to the horns. The horned wood Jiao is the sharp horns of this majestic bull and rushes straight to the horizon.

There is a horse in the lead, a black rider Xuanjia, a double sword with a heavy armor covering the body, and a burst of bells.

"Ao doesn't regret it?" The black-armored knight spoke, but he didn't stop, his wrist shook, and he slashed at the green-shirted scholar with a knife in his right hand.

"Don't dare, don't dare, the little prince is the honor of the Ninety-Five, how dare you let Your Excellency worry about it."

The black-armored knight Zhou Baixiong smiled coldly: "Borrow your Blood Frontier King's head today!" The knight hissed, raised his front hooves high, and stomped down fiercely at the scholar's great head, and the white bear shook the ground.

"Many people want to borrow my head to make a name for themselves, but they are waiting for you in the next life." The scholar laughed at the pure good, but the attack was not pure at all, and the same right hand with a knife directly to the abdomen of the black war horse, the right hand became a claw, the green knife had a spirit, and a claw and a knife directly disemboweled the majestic war horse! The dragon swallows the sky.

Zhou Baixiong deserves to be a fierce general, the black cavalry attack did not work, and the Qingshan scholar Blood Frontier King took the heavy armor of the war horse and the weight of Zhou Yi on the horse when he weighed more than three thousand catties, he immediately jumped off the horse, and the knife in his right hand directly slashed at Ao Buregret's neck.

"Reckless, too greedy." The old man hugged the wine jar and snorted coldly, this week's white bear is just a week's white bear.

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