He sees a white woman and an old man dressed in purple who come to control the rainbow. He ran away as a dozen men were chasing him, each of them leaving him breathless.

Staying closer, Cha Chen's eyes couldn't help but close slightly, and his eyes were staring at the woman in white.

"Good Heavenly Master. The tea minister gave a long speech.

Question!

Due to the problem of crossing mountains and mountains, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple robe were knocked down into the void one by one.

Shout, shout, shout!

With the rainbow ticket, more than a dozen people wearing yin and yang robes immediately surrounded the two people in the middle.

"Go ahead?" "Why don't you go?" A young movie with purple hair starring more than a dozen people looks miserably at Hao Tianshiyue and the old man in purple clothes. Hand in everything you want. I can give you a beautiful one. ”

"You're going to be late. Hao Tianshiyue snorted coldly. His body was crumbling, blood was spilled in his mouth, and a sword on his shoulder was itching, lingering in the darkness, dispersing his soul and making it impossible for the wound to heal.

The old man in purple next to her was even more distressed. She had no blood all over her body. There are many places where blood has been exposed. The most terrifying thing is that most of him has a natural blood hole.

"Si Yuemei, why do you need it?" the purple-haired young man bared his white teeth, his eyes full of light. "Hello, the Tian family is like that. What else can you use to compete with my Mr. Yin and Yang family? Don't say you're not that good with me, brother, I'll be right. ”

"Stop dreaming. The old man in the purple robe roared.

"You died with a hard mouth. The purple-haired young man suddenly kicked the cold out of his eyes. Let me kill this old guy. ”

He said that more than a dozen people had murdered the old man in purple clothes, and that the young man with purple hair was a bit of a big swing on Hao Tian Shiyue.

"Elder Yang. Seeing this situation, the moon of Haotian Shiwen hurriedly walked up.

"Si Yuemei, your opponent is me. The purple-haired young man had a little affection in his eyes at the moment when Zheng Hao Shiyue.

"Fuck off. With a cold kick in Haotian's poem, the palm clouds converged and slapped the youthful purple hair.

"Appreciate the face, not the face. The youthful purple hair was abusive, and if he didn't retreat, he was slapped in the face.

Issue!

The two palms touched, Haotian Shiyue was immediately knocked back, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and his face suddenly despaired.

Yes!

The young man with purple hair looked like a ghost. Hao Tian Shiyue hasn't stopped yet. But he was injured again, and was held in the palm of his hand by the young man with purple hair. During the invoicing, he flew back and threw up more than once.

"Spending time with you. The purple-haired young man looked at him coldly, and took away a small sword, and a sword pierced through the rainbow until Hao Tianshiyue was crowded.

"Miss. "Over there, the purple-robed old man is now fighting to the death, trying to come and save him, but there are more than a dozen people hiding over there.

"Is it over?" In the reversed ticket, Hao Tianshiyue was tired, laughed, her mouth was bleeding, her eyes became hazy and infatuated, and she said, "Dad, Mom, I'm afraid Shiyue won't go up." ”

However, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, holding his waist and legs, and Mr. Sheng was still above the emptiness.

Feeling the temperature of the upload, Hao Tianshiyue subconsciously turned his head sideways and looked at the person holding his waist and limbs in frustration. He wears a worn-out old mask and has fluttering black hair. Most strikingly, he has an inscription of hatred on his right forehead, which is still bleeding to this day.

Suddenly, the painting was still flickering. The masked youth was etched into her eyes in a split second of death.

Zheng!

When he was shocked, there was a sound of killing swords.

He looked and found that the purple-haired boy's sword had been firmly grasped by Chachen, and no force of the purple-haired boy could pierce the sword to half of the tip of the sword.

At this moment, Cha Tian had already raised the soles of his feet and kicked out the purple-haired youth.

Issue!

Ten feet away, a boulder fell from the body of a young purple voter, and the problem was solved once and for all.

Poof!

As soon as he crawled out, the purple-haired young man spurted a mouthful of blood, and his face immediately drooped. He looked at the tea party and said, "Who are you?"

"Who do you want me to be?" Here, the tea festival has kicked off the prelude to the vast sky and poetry month, looking at the young man with purple hair is full of interest.

"It's terrible!" the purple-haired young man shouted, and a bright light flew out of his eyebrows. When his son looked small, he saw that it was a wheel of yin and yang, shining brightly, or towards the age of tea.

Hum!

Cha Chen sneered, did not flinch, didn't say a word, suddenly raised his hand, shook his hand with a fist, and blocked the eight yin and yang roulettes that wasted one punch.

Bang!

Immediately afterward, the yin-yang chakra flew out again, and it was covered with cracks.

"Carefree about spiritual tools. Here, Haotian's poem is full of trembling eyes, "This person is very strong!"

Bang!

As he trembled, the purple-haired young man became particularly distressed. He was too lazy and helpless to be defeated by a tea party. Five shots can't be hit, and one shot becomes a bloody person.

Poof!

With the splash of blood, not only the hair of youth was purple, but also the shape of the body, so that Cha Chen Fengshen had a sword eye on his head, and until he died, his eyes lit up, he didn't expect that his spiritual emptiness was corrected, and he would die so crisp and neat.

"Three sons. "The men who surrounded the old man in purple clothes killed them one by one, and everyone was swept over by the cold killing machines.

Cha Chen joked coldly, his footsteps were empty, like a ghost killing people, holding a sword in his hand, and he kept wearing it in the crowd.

The scene below is particularly gory and shocking. Every picture of the death of the tea festival goes through a pool of blood, either cut to the head, pierced the eyebrows, or shattered by a sword.

"This ......" This time, not only Hao Tianxue, but also the old man was wearing purple clothes, and outside, there was also the emptiness of ten eyes! Among them, there was a kind of spiritual emptiness for three days, which was actually the most insignificant force to be killed.

However, they knew that the ninth tea festival, which was the time to advance and return to Zhenyang, was already qualified for the battle between the spiritual and imaginary realms. In general, people with one or two or three spiritual and imaginary realms will oppose them.

"No...... Don't ......?" When the two were afraid, the last person squeezed Tea Ah Chen to the wall, staggered his figure, and looked at Tea Ah Chen in shock.

When the Christmas tea party took place, they began their simple and neat journey without mercy. The anemo god's sword pierced the man's head.

Only here did the Yin Yang family have ten empty eyes, and none of them survived, and they were all killed by Chen Cha.

After turning the sword over, tea began to reap the spoils. Ten large bags made him consciously earn money from his sleeve.

You know, he's poor now! He's poor. He didn't even have half a stone. He wanted some money. He is not angry that he has no money. He can only be safe if he has money. That's how he thinks.

Moreover, the man was now so skilled in his technique that he took not only their savings and pour-in-back bags, but also their pendants and ornaments. If it weren't for Hao Tianshiyue, he would have starved and dragged their clothes off.

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