Nine dragons roar in the sky, blocking space; Silk is like rain, a song of soul-calming.

The sword dragon was winding, the cold light was clear, and the countless flying knives that formed the sword dragon completely sealed the sand into rice, and all the space that could be jumped.

Silk silk is like strings, the strings of the guqin, the strings are musical, it is the soul song, a song to calm the soul, send the king to life.

At this moment, Sha Chengmi's face was as defeated as ashes and his eagle eyes were gloomy.

The thirty-six deadly death points in the whole body are all shrouded in the cold of the forest and the bones.

The breath of death gradually permeated, surging into Sha Chengmi's heart, and suddenly, it spread all over his body.

The eagle spreads its wings and travels thousands of miles.

Nanzhao Wanshou Temple, the characters who carry the handle, the goshawk Jinpeng, are all famous characters who are famous all over the world; However, just today, the goshawk was trapped and Jinpeng died.

Does the heavens want to kill these two brothers today?

Sha Chengmi's face was full of horror, his eyes were dark, and the cooperation of Yang Liuye and Cha Shuchen was seamless and flawless, how could he seek a trace of vitality.

Dense green threads, full of eyes, each thread, like a flying needle, extremely sharp, soul-chasing.

It is as dense as hemp, and as fast as electricity.

It is the green silk thread that turns into three thousand green silks, it is the treasure soldier of the town who checks the dust of the moon and clouds, the sword is difficult to hurt, and the fire is not broken, such an ancient sharp weapon, the mortal body of the mortal fetus with sand into rice, how can it resist.

Maybe in the next moment, these green threads will pierce through his body and take away his vitality.

The thought of death sprouted, and Sha Chengmi, who had a gloomy face, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and trembled like madness.

He, a generation of senior monks of Wanshou Temple, a great monk who has survived for hundreds of years, was afraid.

The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" ”

But when he was really facing death, this great monk who had lived for hundreds of years was so scared that he was just talking about it.

"Not good!" Above the city, a black-robed old man immediately roared.

Sha Chengmi is a master of entering the Xuan, and it is no exaggeration to say that any such master is enough to change the final outcome of a battle. In the era of cold weapons, no one of the forces, such a master, could afford to lose, and how could the old man not be surprised.

"Yun Chang, save people." After exclaiming, the old man did not look back, but immediately shouted loudly.

Before the voice fell, I saw the young man in a green robe, with a red face and beautiful hair, and his narrow Danfeng eyes, suddenly opened; With the opening of those eyes, there seemed to be two invisible lightning bolts in the sky, which appeared and swept thousands of miles.

It was a pair of arrogant eyes, narrow and narrow, heroic and self-centered.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the young man didn't even look at the city, and instantly swung his broadsword and struck the sky angrily.

The knife is the Qinglong Glaive Knife, a peerless good knife.

People are heroes Guan Yunchang, loyal and righteous.

Heroes are equipped with good knives, the heavens and the earth are roaring, this life follows the previous life, why not be coquettish?

This may be a portrayal of Guan Yunchang's mood at this moment.

Thinking of him, Guan Yunchang, was a hero and loyal to death, no matter what he was known before or after his death, he was forever known and praised.

But now, although he has been reborn, whether it is his martial arts or the current living environment, he is several times better than his previous life, but to this day, he is just a thug called by others, yes, a thug.

Is the second brother depressed? Is the second brother aggrieved? Is the second brother willing? ......

The answer must be yes!

With a depressed tone, belt

Full of grievances and endless unwillingness, the green dragon glaive knife gathers boundless winds and gathers stratus clouds in all directions, like a sky, as fast as a streamer, the sun and the moon are discolored, and the sky and the earth are dim.

In the blink of an eye, this world is vast and endlessly dull; In that dim world, there seems to be only one knife left, and there is only one knife, which is the Qinglong Yanyue Knife of Second Brother Guan.

A knife shook the wind and the earth, and the heavens and the earth were shocked.

In the midst of the howling wind and the darkness of the heavens and the earth, the tens of thousands of elite defenders in the city were all struggling and shocked!

In the darkness of that day, the willows wept and the flowers cried, countless soldiers outside the city fell and fell one after another.

Even under the imperial city, the five masters who were fighting were all disgraced when they noticed this invisible trend, and they all stopped in panic. Especially the three people who had the upper hand just now, Yang Liuye and Li Tianfu, did not dare to stay, and immediately turned back.

But at the moment when he turned back, the unwilling Shuchen still hesitated, and finally stabilized his mind and exhausted all his moves.

The green silk silk that turned into three thousand green silks, at the moment when Sha Chengmi was happy and worried, suddenly penetrated Sha Chengmi's body, leaving his relieved and surprised expression like a new life on his face forever.

"Ahh

Sha Chengmi survived the rest of his life, and before he had time to speak out in ecstasy, he found that his chest had been pierced by countless silk threads; After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized that he suddenly wailed, and the terrible wail shook the universe and wandered through the sky in an instant.

As the saying goes, killing people does not see blood, and people who can do it to that level are all top masters, and they can do it to that point, they all have a common characteristic, that is, fast.

The speed of Cha Shuchen is not fast, but relying on the Zhenjiao Divine Soldier Cage Yuexuan, she can still kill people without blood, and even from the outside, Sha Chengmi's whole person seems to be undamaged and lifelike, but his vitality was all taken away by Cage Yueshuang.

"No" This is the roar of the demon, heart-rending and painful.

Even if you don't need to ask, Youruo knows that his senior brother must have come to help him when he jumped off the city; But now, he is still alive, but the senior brother who gets along with him day and night is dead, dead in the hands of Cha Shuchen, how can his heart not hurt.

Accompanied by the terrifying roar of the hearer and the gloomy hearer, a silver light that cut through the stratus clouds and pierced the sky instantly split, and the silver light was as fast as a thunderbolt.

Guan Yunchang's indignant stab, and at this moment, he finally fell down.

A dignified sword, it doesn't seem dazzling, but it is extremely sharp; It doesn't seem to be gorgeous, but it's extremely secluded.

A knife to break the wind and clouds, a knife to break the reincarnation, a knife to break the spring and autumn, a knife to race the year.

Even if a master of the Xuan Dynasty looks at it, he will never think that this is a knife in the world, it seems to come from the netherworld, because it carries too much unwillingness; It seems to come from the Nine Shadows, because he also contains a strong grievance.

A knife swinged, cutting through time, splitting the passing years, crossing the spring and autumn, and blasting open the future, this is an extremely depressed knife, this is a knife eager to open up the future.

The sword is majestic, like a dragon roaring wild.

The knife is strong and unstoppable.

The sword light, the knife curtain, and even the long knife gang are extremely sharp and invincible.

Unfortunately, because Cha Shuchen insisted on killing Sha Chengmi, she fell backwards and fell last, so she was the first to be shrouded by the knife momentum of this knife.

Not only that, even Yang Liuye and Li Tianfu, who were one step ahead of her, did not escape in the end, and they were all caged by the boundless momentum of this knife.

Even in front of the Ma Great Array, as the chief general of the three armies and the supreme commander of the siege of the imperial city, Wei Chi Jin, was unfortunately shrouded in the invincible sword momentum of the blocker.

Xuanzhi and Xuan, the door of all wonders, enter the Xuan first into the natural realm, but the natural realm is not the ultimate realm of the Xuan, with the power of Guan Yunchang's knife, he has obviously stepped into a higher realm, and it is very likely to be a relief realm.

Relieved and angry, dare to change the dynasty, this is definitely not just talking.

Guan Yunchang was indignant, he didn't target people at all, but the boundless knife momentum brought by the Qinglong Yanyue Knife almost wiped out all the masters on Yu Chi Jin's side.

Perhaps, there is one more person left; That person is naturally Zhu Li, who was confined by Yu Chi Jin.

At the rear of the besieging army, a black-faced young man who looked like a chariot was standing beside a heroic young man; These two people are none other than Zhou Ran and Zhu Li, the two who were locked up by Wei Chijin are not qualified to run to the front of the battle.

At this moment, they suddenly raised their heads and looked at the sword light on the city from afar, with inexplicable expressions.

Zhou Ran's original gray face is now pale, almost comparable to the delicate little lady, and now he is obviously not dark, but this is not worth being happy about, because he is frightened.

And seeing the sword light that gathered wind and clouds and changed the world, Zhu Li's face was stunned.

At this moment, Zhu Li's heart suddenly trembled, and his intuition told him that it seemed that something bad would happen.

At this moment, a distressing feeling suddenly attacked, as if the heart was suddenly pierced by a sharp sword.

Pain, almost suffocating in pain; It hurts, it hurts.

In the dark, he seemed to feel that someone who was very important to him was going to leave him forever.

And this feeling is the feeling of losing someone important, it is so familiar, so bitter, that anyone who has tasted it once, promises never to taste it a second time.

That feeling of being like the walking dead, that feeling of doing things desperately, not wanting to let the brain rest for a while, because once it stops, the brain will remember that important person.

As soon as I thought of that person, life immediately lost its color, all food lost its taste, and the sky and the earth were gray, just like the sky now.

The stimulation of pain, the stimulation of familiarity, and the familiarity of the old scene made Zhu Li suddenly murmur: "Jin'er! ”

"Jin'er!"

"Jin'er!"

.......

His voice was louder than the other, firmer than the other, and more persistent than the other.

When the last "Jin'er" shouted out, the torrent of memory, like a rushing river, suddenly poured down into Zhu Li's sea of consciousness.

The memory was unusually familiar, and it seemed to be part of his experience, but for some reason, it was isolated from the existing memory.

It was originally his memory, and it was accepted very smoothly and almost naturally; After having that memory of the past, Zhu Li's heart suddenly had a kind of enlightenment.

He is Zhu Li, he has lived for two lives, he is the master of the Book of Mountains and Seas, he is the general of Huaihua, and he is also the lover of the main general of the three armies in front of the horse formation.

If you have lost, you will know how to cherish it, which is the inferiority of human beings; Some people, who originally got less, are more afraid of losing, in the world of feelings, Zhu Li is undoubtedly such a type of person.

"Jin'er, as long as I'm still here, no one can hurt you." The moment he rushed away from his memory, Zhu Li looked up to the sky and roared.