The action of the sword, the young strong was not afraid of the power of the old repairman, and launched another strong attack at the door of the teahouse.

So there is nothing measurable. The young man's clothes were flying, and the sword seemed to follow its direction, guiding a brilliant sword flower in front of him. The sword flower hole was blue, and at that time, the air thorn of a sword pierced out of it. Then the walls or floors of the teahouse disappear completely, and the strong shaking is strong.

Later, the infinite practitioner only needed to be among the mountains. When all the swords were finished, they suddenly let out a grinding sound. With the light drink of the young people, they rolled all over the world to the stars.

"Huh?" Xing Lao looked at the flower and handed over a sword.

"Five Sword Flowers. Fang Chongzhen thought that his affairs would be left to you. Xing Lao said Fang Chongzhen's words silently, and seemed to tremble a little.

The soft sword stood upright, Xing Lao's one-handed sword was in front of him, and his right hand was behind his back. If none of these five blue swords were in front of him.

The hard stone teahouse could not withstand two infinitely powerful confrontations and began to fight. First, the two layers of wood began to crumble, and the surface where Ringy was covered with two powerful hairs. Then, the wooden house was sprinkled with chaotic sword qi. Later, more and more opportunities began to appear for the constantly polished walls.

However, while half a foot of land has been covered, only the ringy place seems to be different from the beginning, even a drop of tea splashed in the cup.

But Ringy's breath was short. At first, when they looked at Xing Laobi's right back, Xing Laobi's right hand was trembling.

The middle-aged man, no matter how hungry he was like a wolf, wanted to see an ant and insect lying on the ground, so the wolf landed on Wu Hou's son. There was a hint of mockery on his face.

"Don't move, his orders can't be moved anymore. The middle-aged man almost fell to the ground with Ringy, and the middle-aged man's iron sword was now lying across Ringy's neck.

And in the middle and end of Lin Ji is a tea guarded by him.

Xing Lao is very famous. He was just a middle-aged man, frowning and jealous of Lin Ji, because they knew that even if they only knew the responsibility of the microenvironment, he didn't know that he could kill that person before the sword stabbed Lin Ji's neck, so he chose it.

Chu Huaifu and Xuan Jian Menning, the leaders of the royal family, used their hands together, and they didn't know what the main reason was. Xing Lao silently pronounced the names of the two men, as if their teeth were chattering.

He said it wasn't the most dangerous thing he faced, but he couldn't choose.

The old man obviously had a sword on his left shoulder, and the young man standing behind him smiled slightly: "The sword in your left hand, I think you will throw it away in the future, and how to hold it." ”

Blood rustled down the old man's left arm, and the already deep image seemed to make the sword even paler.

The sword grazed past him, and the old man's habit caused him to stagger a few steps ahead.

That's when it popped up.

Lin Ji saw that Xing Lao was stabbed with a dagger.

Lin Ji hid an ordinary dagger in his arms, hoping to find it in the blacksmith shop in the middle lane, but what he didn't expect was that the belt of this dagger could be used all the time.

There was no inexhaustible blade to stab Lynch's side to the middle-aged man. So choose to cross the dagger in front of him.

The old man suddenly moved forward with the power of his sword, faster than the two amazing men.

Chu Huairen's hearts trembled violently, but their hands were cut off without a doubt. After that, they changed. This year, they had an endogenous idea.

But he seems to be overestimating the disease. Some say he underestimates the microscopic environment and infinitely different environments. When he was killed by the sword in his hand, his sword and arm were transformed and he flew into the sky.

Fresh red blood flowed out, and spring water gushed out, like spring water in winter.

However, a great sadness and sad voice, when he was teased by the shadow that filled the eyes, was in my blood, rolling and rolling, the pain of the broken arm could not be added.

That's it. The punishment of the long sword still fell on Ringy.

The shield for the tea burst and Lynch drew a dagger from his arm when it came into contact with the murderous thoughts.

When the critical illness was imminent, Lin Ji immediately poured his strength into the short sword, and a crisp and loud sound, accompanied by a strong breathing sound, fluttered, scattered from the tip of the knife into the four waves.

Lin Ji's wrist was painful, and he could barely hold the dagger in his hand. But with the strongest heart, he stood firmly in his position, relying on the impact of the striker, he flew out of the shadows after his death, and opened a very safe distance from Ning.

No one saw him standing on the ground as the head of the imperial order.

At that time, there was an inter-court transfer, which was the first, but only one leg was injured and the other leg was as good as before.

Xing Lao was already covered in blood and his face was pale, but God was motionless, standing between Lin Ji and Ning Cheng, staring at Ning Shang.

"You're too old to stay here, and you think you have plenty of reasons to beat me. Xing Lao didn't expect that his shoulder was still bleeding, and he would have a sword in his left hand and three fingers in his right hand.

In fact, Xing Lao didn't know why he could continue to swing his sword, he just pretended.

Because they have no choice.

Is it possible to show that the energy has been rolling non-stop, breaking through the strong pressure of the body and generating swordsmen.

He smiled freely as his eyes swept over the old man's left shoulder and three right hands.

"How many articles did our predecessors write without more than the right-handed sword?" Ning Chengwei raised his chin and pointed out that Xing Lao had been hitting on the right side.

Holding the sword with three fingers, Xing Lao was moved, and Ning Cheng, as a true responder, seemed to be too powerful.

The white hair rolled in the air, and it hurt, but the breath of Ringy's hair seemed to be oppressive.

"It's an infinite realm, maybe breathing. Ning Shang smiled, so confident and rich, because it has always stood on people's lists, and the ancients had built it.

"Young people are scared to know that they are ultimately right. ”

The smoke slowly cleared, unlike the scene that most people imagine, the old man should have his stump severed arm in the battle group, at least washed on the ground, and his shadow should disappear.

Didn't there be a look of surprise on Jin Ping's face? The two black-clothed men who had appeared for a long time in the days of the sword blade, with infinite self-esteem, did not move around the narrow alley after rapid movements in the narrow alley that had been covered with blood?

You didn't want to give up your power, but after hard work, now only the countless old people who had just repaired could have almost zero existence in their sword bends.

Every spring, the tea room is in the ruins of two huge neutralized environments. This is not to make the people around us unaware that the cowardly audience is terrified of both of them in their hearts. And for those who are watching this battle of spiritual cultivation, at this moment, they have already regarded the pale face in the ruins as the descendants of the gods.

Regardless of their preference to go to the street to heat their eyes, they use their eyes to see and their ears to listen to cloud songs.

The delicate three-tiered cabinet will not hurt in this beautiful world. The only change is that when the pre-war window closes, it expands a huge contradiction.

After the war subsided, Ning Shang suddenly coughed lowly, the coughing voice was very low, and when the cough was over, that cough would spit out a puff of smoke and blood, scattered in the air, on the ground, and a tattered white robe on his body.

(End of chapter)