The Xuanfeng Sword was collected as soon as it was fired. With the warmth of the sword cultivation technique day and night and the effect of the cloud sky jade liquid, this spirit soldier has evolved to the realm of a super-grade spirit soldier, and the thirty-six cold pith blue needles were shot down one by one by the Xuanfeng Sword, which was as strong as a medium-grade spirit treasure, and it failed to leave a trace on the body of this super-grade spirit soldier.

Xie Yunfei received the arrow of time under the fit of body and mind, but this group of people endured hardship, and the direct consequence of the sword speed slashing aura faster than their divine sense reaction was that it could make the viewer dizzy, and the sound of "wow" was not unusual.

At that time in the White Stone Palace, Lu Tianyue's strength was already above the three masters of the Upper Three Mountains, and after a death match in the boundless Daze Secret Realm, there was another year of comprehension of the inheritance of the Vientiane Sect. His own cultivation, the broadening of the horizons of the Vientiane Sect, the tempering of the Taiyuan Kunqi clan, and the forging of the four people of Xie, Li, Luo, and Lin, like the Xuanfeng Sword, Lu Tianyue was no longer yesterday, so as soon as the edge appeared, it was the edge of the dust.

Xuanfeng Sword was continued to be warmed by him in the Purple Mansion after shooting down the Lingbao Flying Needle, this spirit soldier is too sharp, it is not suitable to show people lightly, in fact, it is said that in Lu Tianyue's heart, these lords of Shangsantong are not worthy of dying under his Xuanfeng Sword, the divine soldiers have spirits, and your blood is not worthy of dyeing.

The green blades formed by the Thousand Blades Hua were lightly tapped on each of the four people's purple mansions, and their strength was controlled just right. The sharp qi of Thousand Blades will only attack at the moment in their bodies, and at this moment, it should be a little incense of the old people.

Qingluo, twilight rain tears, Qiye, Nanxi are sad, even if the order has to be calculated, it is inevitable that everything will be empty in the end.

Thirty-six cold pith blue needles scattered on the ground were put away. Shang Xing Yun didn't have to worry at all, Xiao Shannan lost his mind at that moment, and his cultivation couldn't play a few percent at all, not to mention that he was originally weaker than Shang Xing Yun, although the three breaths were short, for the two of them, it was enough to go far in their respective paths.

Southern Xinjiang has been transformed into a foreign country for many years, and now, it can be regarded as entering the Great Zhou. The head is removed, and some of the remaining tails of the Great Zhou Iron Horse are enough to wipe everything out.

"Wei Fatzi, these thirty-six cold pith blue needles will be handed over to you, the land of southern Xinjiang is full of right and wrong, and with this thing, the brothers of the Heavenly Punishment Division also have an extra guarantee." In the Great Zhou, it is an extremely glorious thing to be able to enter the Heavenly Punishment Division, but it also means extreme danger and suffering.

"How can this be?! This is too valuable, and it is your credit, how can I receive it? ”

"Hypocrisy! This thing is the most poisonous, and it is the most suitable for your mind! ”

After Lu Tianyue finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw it over, together with the Shang Xingyun who had turned around, and helped Han Shiqiang, Hu Yisheng, and Gui Tianxiang to turn around and leave. From beginning to end, I didn't look back at it again.

Southern Xinjiang is still the same, but how much love and hatred are gradually blown away in the warm summer breeze.

Qingluo and Nanxi looked at the tall figure of the young man and left, I don't know who sang a folk song in southern Xinjiang that everyone could hear first, and everyone took it one by one.

The ancient road is far away and the sky is blue,

Remnant red crushed into mud.

Lingering fragrance scattered song to strike the song of Yang Guan,

Hate the east wind, incomprehensible.

Blowing the cloud sails, only left vaguely in the dream.

The post road has been cut off from here,

endure the cold wind and snow,

I am most afraid of Lone Hong, and I will be separated by a lonely shadow.

The autumn geese in the sky know the return date,

May you not forget the wanderer's intentions.

There is also a white-headed day in Castle Mountain,

Where in the world can you see two flying wings......

There are some things that I don't know where to go, and I don't know where they end. Some songs sound from the heart, and when you want to sing them, you find that they are already wrong.

The figure of the young man stopped slightly on the way, and then continued to move forward, and the road close at hand became the end of the world after a long time.

The singing is fading, and the people are drifting away.