The sword that opens the sky, the sword that splits the earth. "Remnant Wind Sword Shadow, Demon Sword Torrent!" The expected extreme confrontation of "Falling Sky Slashing Star Killing" is an unexpected extraordinary result. The traces of the wind above the sky turned into two, two into three, and three into one, so fast that it seemed to be hallucinating. In response to the strange situation, the mighty golden sword qi was shattered at the touch of a button, causing countless sword realms to surround and exclaim, and those who really knew knew that the scar of the wind was dangerous. The shattered knife qi shot out like a meat grinder, and the sky was full of gold with a little flesh and blood, flashing with the silver-white diamond ice dust, making people unable to open their eyes.

Tick-tock, warm blood flowed to the earth, melting the ice chips and leaving a muddy mess beneath him. The blood-colored Wind Scar sword hilt was propped up on his waist, and he was already unsteady, shaky, with a complicated expression, "You mistook me!" ”

"How so?" "What happened?" "Did Wujun win?" "Of course Lord Wujun won, look at that blood, open into a hornet's nest, hahaha, long live Lord Wujun." "Hooray!" When the smoke cleared, the four generals under Wu Jun shouted long live to celebrate Lord Wu Jun's defeat of a strong enemy again.

Standing with a knife, Luo Yu looked at the other side wordlessly, covering his heart with his hand. "You won." Fall down on your back.

"Big brother!" "Big brother!" "Martial Monarch!" From victory to defeat, from joy to sorrow, everyone in Tiandu, who is separated by a line of heaven and hell, seems to be running back and forth, and their hearts are full of wow, w Before he had time to think, a group of people rushed up, and those who dared to block died.

"You? What's on you? "Shocked and angry! The hatred of the heavens, who was most sensitive to that breath, suddenly went crazy. You can't go wrong, it's definitely that breath.

"That's right, that's right, remnant, die!" Listening to the little brother's reminder, he felt it carefully, and the angry drunk couldn't suppress the murderous intent, where the righteousness was, and the pitch-black chopping blade of Wanjin was out of the sheath. In the face of the deadly blade, the scar of the wind, who neither wanted nor was powerless, only stared blankly at this knife, and from the look in his eyes, he was wandering into the world, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Click!" A tall figure came out with a sword, "Tiandu is too shameless, do you want to kill people after defeat?" Where is the dignity of your sworders? Don't you take the sword pinnacles who are watching the battle here in your eyes? "A broken branch, but Yi Qingqiu can no longer cut it down, and the strong aura oppresses it, and it is actually an immortal swordsman who is not weaker than the Divine Martial Monarch.

"Thank you friend Ao Ai, it's just that in this duel, the Traces of the Wind will not be able to win the battle, so let's do it." Facing the two people who were about to clash in front of him, the Trace of the Wind barely said a complete sentence, and he fell down like a jade pillar in the destruction of the gold mountain.

The things I saw were twists and turns, changing again and again, and everyone watching the battle was also confused, only to see Wu Jun and the Demon Sword on the street one after another, and then a peerless master emerged. But the duel was over, and there was nothing to see, only a few densely populated places, and there was a commotion.

"Both of them fell, no one won, the dealer takes all, hahaha, boy, pack the money."

"What do you say? Obviously, Wu Jun died first, aren't you blind? "What are you talking about, fuck your stinky shit! It's really a fart in Xiao's mouth, and the three legs of the hemp rod are kicked off. It's obviously the miserable one whose pink hair head was cut off. ”

"You want to die?" "It's on, it's on, it's on."

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"Shhh There was no pain in the whole body, and it was hard to move the neck with the scarred wind marks that had been cut, and it only felt that it was either dark or the light in the room was dark enough.

"Hurry up and report to the left protection order, this pink-haired turtle is awake." A commotion did not interrupt the Traces of the Wind's thoughts, and in a daze, he seemed to have come to the front of the battle.

Ten days is not long, it is not short, it is not enough to learn to say a word, but it is enough for the two of them to become confidants and friends. One is a simple-minded swordsman, and the other is a warm-hearted and kind mature woman who recognizes and cares for each other. So when he entrusted the child to Narcissus and told her that if he couldn't come back, he hoped that she would take care of the child. The old Jianghu Lingshui actually cried out with a wow.

Because just many years ago, on a day so far away that I can't remember the day, a woman who was so weak that she couldn't run also lost her love forever after hearing this sentence. Zi said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise. The Scar of the Wind also knew this, so he couldn't put the magic sword in the bungalow, and there was nothing he could do in the face of the Narcissus who was lying in his arms and begging in pain and almost collapsed.

Endless crying, endless pleading, Narcissus was already a little blurred. But the silent sword, the sharp heart, still told the poor woman that fate might take another of her friends.

"Okay, are you really going?" Finally stopped crying, it was the middle of the night, and the flood had spread for a day and a night, and the tide had receded.

"Well, I have to go." The swordsman doesn't need to talk nonsense, because the people of the rivers and lakes understand the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

"Then, let me sew you a garment. Just when I go to war with you. The hand went down, circled the waist of the wind scar, and groped carefully.

Knowing that it was a friend's mind, the scar of the wind, who had long been discarded by Xiao Jiechen's soak of urine, also felt that the clothes bought in ordinary stores did not fit.

If it weren't for the wind scars to stop it, Lingshui should be able to touch it all, right? Hearing Narcissus, who got a full size, knew that time was urgent, and turned into light. The next day, a white robe that made the Scars of the Wind very fond of was sent by Narcissus. An unexpected fit, what a clever woman.

On the left side of the inner lining, there is a purple pattern decoration, which contrasts with the clothes on the narcissus, which represents a friend's heart, and the corners of the mouth of the unsmiling demon are slightly raised. The woman standing behind the mirror was stunned. Many years later, when the black and white clothes visited the old master, they were frightened by the painting nominated for "Sword God Smile".

Later, it was the shocking duel, the death match that made the Traces of the Wind regretful. Because the scar of the wind never expected that the purple lining actually blocked Luo Yu's slash, which was originally a decisive move of Luo Yu, but it became the inducement of defeat, and he couldn't recover his breath, and the frightened and inexplicable Luo Yu was pierced through the heart by the Demon Flow Sword, which really made the scar of the wind extremely painful.

"Friend! What a situation you have put the Scars of the Wind in! "The duel is tainted, different duels, the same result, the creation makes people, the scar of the wind doesn't know what to say, do you blame your friend for caring about yourself and embedding a heart armor for yourself?

Therefore, the sour wind mark in my heart doesn't want to move at this moment, and if it falls into the hands of Tiandu, it will be dead if it dies.

In the inner hall of Tiandu, everyone waited with bated breath, because the life and death of the man inside would determine the future of Tiandu. The military division retreated, the former right protector died in battle, the left protector ordered the kidney deficiency, the martial monarch fell, and the sky was about to disperse?

"How is the fourth brother?" is no longer a woman, and the hatred of heaven and evil has already swallowed the Jindan of Jieyin, and replaced the eldest brother with a strong enough heart. But Luo Yu still didn't wake up.

"The sword qi has rushed into the heart veins, big brother, the meridians are almost completely rotten." Choked so choked that she couldn't speak, Jun Fengqing knew that her eldest brother was already lacking in skills.

"Then I'll change it for him!" "Little brother, don't say stupid things, can you still take out the meridians of the eldest brother's body and replace them? Don't make trouble, big brother can't hold it at all. ”

"Ah, is that hopeless? Is that hopeless? "Anxiously pacing, as if chasing the glimmer of life of the eldest brother." Little brother, don't turn around, you also have to be mentally prepared, the eldest brother comes back to life, the eldest brother is unlucky, prepare with both hands, don't forget, now you are the strongest in the sky. "After the vicissitudes of life, the white hair of the person in the altar with a gray head invaded again, and the black silk was already there.

"Second brother, what did you just say?!"