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Innate heaven and earth, extraordinary encounters, what are the past events experienced?

Yang Guo's gloomy ecstasy palm, very good, a hundred damage to the Taoist, still not afraid, is amazing, Yang Guo, in his early thirties, can comprehend such a profound Dao, it is really rare.

The people of the Hundred Losses Dao naturally know about Guo Jing and Huang Rong's family.

It's bleak. Ecstasy. It's very interesting.

The same way to stimulate the human body's potential.

At this moment the slave with the iron helmet appeared, and in his hand was a long sword, which was fast into the throat of lightning control, and the wind blew like a wind.

The eyes of the Hundred Loss Dao people were completely focused on Yang Guo's body, and it seemed that he didn't even want to look at this slave.

Between the epiphany, this Tiekui slave, a respite, turned into a pile of minced meat.

Whether it was the Hundred Losses Daoist who showed mercy, or whether this slave was too bad for anyone to care.

It was Li Mochou who walked over quietly.

Shang Xueye's Blood Transformation Divine Knife, hanging from his waist, pointed directly at the Hundred Damage Daoist, and retreated little by little.

Both of them knew that Yang Guo's palm technique was not effective from time to time, and it was not easy to control it when he played out.

However, this ecstatic palm method is indeed created by heaven and earth, and everywhere you go, no one is unconvinced.

Li Mochou appeared, said something, and said something extremely feminine.

"This time you're going to die under my woman's skirt, do you want to have an affair before you die?"

The eyes of the Hundred Loss Dao people are arrogant, there is no fear at all, he is a lonely genius.

"Yang Guo can't kill me, and no one in this world can kill me, because I am immortal and immortal." This is self-confidence, this is tsundere, this is a style of Dugu.

Li Mochou's clothes are very few, they are unique silk from the Western Regions, and the bare places are not noticeable, but the places blocked by the silk bring infinite reverie.

This is a Taoist aunt, holding a whisk in her hand, and her eyes are like silk: "You saved my life, but I took your people to rebel and disobey you, aren't you sad in this way?" ”

The palm of the Hundred Damage Daoist was spread out, and it was two petals.

The pink petals, with a faint fragrance, couldn't help but sniff them.

"Mountains are mountains, water is water, mountains are not mountains, water is not water, mountains are still mountains, and water is still water." This is a passage, a Taoist scripture.

The Baiyi Daoist said: "Yang Guo, don't you want to think about the scene of your sister Fu, night and day under your Yelu brother? It's all like this in your dreams, right?! "It's the embellishment, it's the amazement.

Yang Guo's eyes opened.

Emotions, things emotions.

Where the hell does the emotion come from.

The people of the Hundred Losses Dao don't know.

Yang Guo didn't know.

Yang Guo seemed to roar and wail.

The Hundred Losses Daoist left a tear.

The white face seems to be for the immortals.

Burst.

What he spat out was blue blood.

It's so weird in the sun.

He couldn't stand up to the branch anymore, his body shook the jade pendant, and finally slipped down like a leaf, and even if it fell, it was light and fluttering.

The short brown figure jumped up and hugged the Hundred Loss Daoist.

He cried in a loud voice: "Master, you, you, aren't you an immortal, aren't you, aren't you not going to be hurt?" The host ~ 嘤 ~ 嘤 ~ "

This skinny woman is Xiao Hei who once assassinated Yang.

The people of the Nine Palaces of Huashan.

Bai Damage Dao said: "What are you crying about, you are injured, you can't die, my injuries are my own injuries, others can't hurt me." ”

Yang Guo sat on the ground gasping.

Cold sweat was densely covered on his body.

Gloomy ecstasy - bone erosion!

Li Mochou walked over, her steps were light, and her smile was fake: "I know that the Xiaoyao Sect has a martial art that can absorb other people's skills, right?" ”

"But this magical Northern Spiritual Skill has been lost." Li Mochou, who was talking to himself and answering himself, was a little crazy: "But Murong's descendants will!" ”

The Baiyi Daoist called him by his name: "Li Mochou, don't forget your name." ”

Li Mochou cried so fakely: "Hehehehe, don't be sad for the rest of your life, right?" But I can't leave sorrow, is it because my surname is Li? ”

I am the real descendant of Murong.

The Baiyi Daoist smiled: "Whether it is Murong or the descendants of Western Xia, it is good if you have a surname, but you like to be depressed and feel uncomfortable for yourself!" ”

"Am I uncomfortable? Who doesn't ask for it? ”

The more Yang Guo listened, the more surprised he became.

Since this Li Mochou is a descendant of Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan.

It's a pity that her daughter is here, so she was sent to Xixia and adopted by Xuzhu's descendants.

However, when the Western Xia died, Li Mochou and Lin Chaoying, the descendants of Xuzhu came to the ancient tomb to practice.

This Hundred Losses Daoist is Dugu's son and Lin Chaoying's eldest cousin.

Isn't that interesting, you say?

Xiao Hei said: "Which of you people has not been guided by the master, and which one has not received favors?" Returning to hurt the master? ”

Ahem, Shang Xueye smiled: "Little sister, I don't have it, don't talk nonsense." ”

Xiao Heiyu stopped, but said recklessly: "You are a bad person, practicing the Blood God Knife, what kind of good person can you be, your hands are covered with I don't know how much blood!" Just as damned. ”

In the hand is an inch-long embroidery needle.

Li Mochou pulled out a silver soft sword from the dust.

"Xiao Hei, do you think you can protect him after learning the Sunflower Treasure Book? Who do you see this is? "The place where the finger is is a lovely person.

The crape myrtle soft sword in this person's hand is even more shocking.

Dugu soft sword, thirty years old, rampant in the world.

In Wan Yanping's hands, she was emaciated, with a slender soft sword, purple melancholy, at this moment, in this place, it was still uncomfortable.

Li Mochou said: "How did Dajin's people die? Do you know who this little black is? Kill her. ”

The Hundred Losses Daoist suddenly burst out laughing: "Okay, good, if it's really the Heavenly Dao cycle, dynasties and dynasties, there are such the same ridiculous stories, it's really funny." Black, you do what you want. ”

Xiao Hei's skin is not the same dark as before, but his skin is like snow. Her martial arts, everything she did was given by him.

Xiao Hei just wants to protect his master.

The inch-long embroidery needle in his hand is a sword in his hand.

Wanyan's sword moves were caught just right. The Dugu Nine Swords of Ziwei Soft Sword is the ultimate in the pursuit of sword moves. The pursuit is the limit of speed.

The speed of Ziwei's soft sword was too fast, like two rays of light and shadow, and there was no sound of metal impacting.

This embroidery needle is completely an undefeated sense of déjà vu in the East.

At this speed, Yang Guo can see clearly.

No matter what it takes, the Sunflower Book is not pursuing power.

And her biggest advantage is speed.

With these alone, Xiao Hei is basically invincible.