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Heaven and earth, all lonely.

Because no one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword, which is not just a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a blow that pierces the heavens.

Flying immortals come out with a sword, not for power, not for power, not for the red dust, and not for the suffering of all beings. This sword intent is pure, just like the awe-inspiring arrogance of an immortal, the blue sky and white clouds, the snow flying in the world, flawless and unblemished, no one without self.

Just for a sword to cut the head of the green dragon head!

An absolutely nimbalistic sword.

"Flying Immortals Outside the Sky assassinate a sword, brilliant and invincible."

"The surname is Ye, and this Flying Immortal Sword Intent, interesting. These two points reminded me of that person, Ye Zhiqiu, I really underestimated you. ”

Have you ever heard a saying, on the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky?

It was the swan song of the sword god, lonely to the point of splendor.

At this time, on August 15, the general full moon is different, but the two people are different, and the death battle between the two has been transformed from a double sword to a sword.

In this world of wonders, nothing is impossible.

At this time, the sound of the piano under Liang Zhiyin's hands has gradually decreased, and it has suddenly turned into a low and hoarse voice, which seems to be the golden wind and drizzle on both sides of the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and gentle on the face, and like an overlord in a state of mind, absolutely low, so low that people are afraid!

Su Liu's eyes closed and slowly opened. Sighing melancholy: "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight. ”

The eyes are gentle, and the voice is gentle, which just rhymes with the piano sound.

However, the sword light is not gentle.

My Sword. The original intention was lonely, the first knife Shura killed, and there was no forgiveness, but the second knife was a magic knife that found a different way but the killing intent was even higher.

The second knife, the name is called, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

This is undoubtedly a warm, poetic, dreamlike name.

Maybe it should be a high-rise building in the south of the Yangtze River, and there is a beautiful woman upstairs. Hao's wrist condenses frost and snow, and the knife is like water, Wu Yansheng Xue's slender hand breaks the new orange, but the beloved person does not return. I had to sigh quietly and lonely: "Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night." ”

However, Su Liu's longitudinal knife slashed, but it was beyond this, and there was absolutely no sadness, and some only exterminated all the awe-inspiring domineering that could not be lived.

There is no death under the knife.

On the top of the snow cliffs of the Tianshan Mountains. Even the sword pillar of the Flying Immortal Sword that day was darkened by this sword. Then suddenly there was a violent sound that was so sharp that it could not be repeated, and then the sky lit up, the light was extremely bright, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears and eyes, as if their eyes were burned by the brilliance of the sword and sword, and they couldn't stand the stimulation until they cried.

The Suliu people moved with the knife and drew a gentle arc. Slash it out.

I saw a gentle and bright knife flashing, and the knife flashed fiercely. But it is cold and unspeakable.

With his gentle sword, Su Liu slashed into the pillar of the sword that fell with the flying immortal's sword.

Majestic mountains and rivers.

The brilliance of that moment seemed to have stopped in the air, the blade as thin as a cicada's wings trembled lightly, and it seemed to have the blessing of the power of the demon gods of the Nine Heavens and Nine Earths, the blade was like a dream, and the sword light was also brilliant like a dream.

Liang Zhiyin's face was pale, and his fingers trembled slightly, but no matter what, he couldn't play anymore, and the strings of the guqin broke in response, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, so it was not uncomfortable.

Like a dream ~ intertwined, only the rustling sound was heard, as if bringing everyone back to the small residence in the south of the Yangtze River, when the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was scattered, but he was leaning on the railing and lying melancholy to watch the spring bustle.

And that brilliant sword pillar flying from the sky was shattered by this small building listening to the spring rain overnight!

A little bit of starlight scattered and turned into a stream of flowers.

Everyone on the snow cliff opened their mouths wide, as if they were in a dream, and their minds had already generated unwarranted reverie.

Of course, there are also people who are sober.

Those who are awake are people who don't want to dream, and they are also people who are extremely self-free and have achieved their own sword path.

Fu Hongxue's face was pale, with pale hands and a pitch-black knife, standing in the cold wind and snow.

The knife was held tightly, and the knuckles of the fingers were protruding.

His dark and deep pupils suddenly contracted, this knife had slowed down infinitely in his eyes, but he still couldn't see the speed clearly!

Fu Hongxue was not originally a person who would discuss things with others, but he could never forget the warm hands on that rainy day, and Su had a special place in his heart.

He agreed with Su Liu that if Su Liu died at the hands of the master of the Imperial State, he would definitely draw his sword and attack, but at this time, Fu Hongxue suddenly understood that under Su Liu's knife, it was already an absolute kill!

Fu Hongxue even remembered a word: a knife from the sword god.

Some people as long as they have a knife in their hands, they must be the invincible god of the sword in the world.

The sword god is talking about Suliu.

Fu Hongxue deeply knew that even if her sword drawing technique reached the limit of speed, if she couldn't break through again, it would definitely not be possible to be amazed again.

Because of that sword, the awe-inspiring demonic intent was so strong that it had completely transcended the limit of speed.

The knife intent is taken from the gentle spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a great clear intention in the world, but at this time, it is a boundless killing machine for the soul.

Under the gentle knife killing, even everything in the world seems to be calm and silent.

Or rather, extinction.

The sword intent of extinction.

Extinguishing all life, even the snow in the sky has lost its original charm, and the emptiness floats down from the sky, returning to nothingness.

This knife is not a knife of the world at all, and it can no longer be described as terrifying.

The glorious Flying Immortal Sword that had fallen from the Nine Heavens was crushed by the devastation, and a complex and majestic black robe floated down, falling from the air accompanied by a scream, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes had no fear, only an indescribable relief.

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, this is an invincible knife in the world"

"Since you gave birth to Gongziyu, how can you give birth to Ye Zhiqiu?"

Ling Luo's Nine Heavens Flying Immortal-like brilliant sword qi disappeared little by little, and finally disappeared.

"The general trend has gone, and the imperial state is about to run out!"

Ye Zhiqiu sighed lonely, the Flying Immortal's sword was like ice and snow when it met the boiling sun, it had melted and disintegrated, his breath was chaotic, and he felt that the jade crown on his head was split in two, and his long hair was parted to both sides.

Then, the feeling that his whole body was going to be cut into two pieces by this knife.

The strange thing is that he was stabbed and still not dead.

Checkmate is not dead.

"You can't die at this point."

Su Liu laughed loudly, looking at the emperor's qi inside and outside, and suddenly his mind was clear, and he reached a kind of mysterious and mysterious and quiet and deep hidden realm, and the place where the external objects and qi were stagnant on the top of the snow cliff could not be detected.

The figure was like a lonely Hong swept away, and the terrifying and unknown power of the eighteenth spring and autumn magic machine surged in Su Liu's body, pulling Su Liu's purple true qi and quickly buckled towards Ye Zhiqiu's qi veins, like a whale's breath swallowing the ocean, wanting to completely swallow Ye Zhiqiu's essence and spirit into his body.

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