The killers armed by the black technology of the poetic Heavenly City Martial Arts of the Four Demon Realms and the Fire House Buddha Prison can often exert a slaughter-like effect in the face of first-class generals, and without the containment of Mrs. Xiao's mother and son, the killers who have no scruples about tilting firepower instantly beat the seven spirit heads into a sieve. The adobe bricks of the ruined temple are not much stronger than tofu in the face of steel needle-like bullets.

"Report to the captain! Target One is dead. "Report Captain No. 2 ......" In the middle of the black mask, a dark yellow masked man looks particularly eye-catching, and it seems to be the leader.

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"Very well, take the bullet back, don't leave a trace, a fire burns here!" "Yes, Captain." "By the way, the carriage should also be disposed of, and the two of them should be dressed up, and they should be driven to the east, and they will be abandoned before dawn." "Captain Wise!"

"Less* slap Lao Tzu's ass, don't go quickly!" The captain kicked his men flying and patting the horse, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the strength of the whole body.

Mrs. Xiao felt like a chicken, she was grabbed by her back and pushed outside, and fell to the ground, Mrs. Xiao immediately hugged Xiao and knelt down, "Thank you so much!" Well? Mrs. Xiao rubbed her eyes, but she couldn't see anyone, "Could it be God's protection?" There are many dreams at night, so let's hurry. "The carriage seems to be gone, Mrs. Xiao tore off a large piece of her robe, wrapped it in swaddling clothes, and walked in the direction of Aofeng against the cliff in the north, fortunately the wind is strong and the stars are bright, otherwise I am really afraid of going the wrong way." Alas, if only there were a horse. Mrs. Xiao fantasized.

"Hee Lyre!" A broad-shouldered horse with black hooves came running towards him and stopped just a foot in front of Madame Xiao, with two small burdens on his saddle. All wishes came true, but Mrs. Xiao's face became solemn, "Alas, it seems that it is not our mother and son who are blessed, but someone who has a heart, so to help me, the plan must be not small, you must be careful." "Having said that, how can a weak woman break the game? Mrs. Xiao laughed at herself, put Xiao Wuren on the stone, climbed on the horse by herself, walked two steps, nothing happened, and took her son again, and rushed to Aofeng non-stop.

On the proud peak, the cold is still there, and the atmosphere is colder than the weather. Even though the Trace of the Wind knew that there was a misunderstanding, but presumably the sky had already set foot in the deserted city, then Xiao Zhenyue's retention was the biggest scourge, if it weren't for the face of the disaster, Xiao Zhenyue would probably have died in vain in a coma.

The scars of the wind that could not be used left a letter, saying that if you have the courage, go to the lonely peak to seek revenge. This kind of conspiracy makes the swordsman a headache, the swordsman is cheap, if the swordsman is cheap, he will definitely call a group of friends to beat him to death and dare to provoke himself, but the swordsman is most likely to rush away with the guys.

Sure enough, Xiao Zhenyue woke up and shouted that he wanted to take revenge on the heavens, but fortunately he met Mrs. Xiao and her son at the foot of the mountain, I am afraid that something would have happened a long time ago. However, looking at Xiao Zhenyue's attitude towards himself, it is estimated that the relationship that was already as thin as paper has now rotted into toilet paper. After all, the deserted city and the heavenly capital, as long as you have a little brain, you know which one to choose. Therefore, with his wife and children, Xiao Zhenyue put down his words: When I settle down with my family, I will never die on the lonely peak! Then he went down the mountain and went straight to Nanwulin's hometown.

In just two days, the still lively Aofeng was left with only the two of them and Leng Yun. Kyushu Yijian Zhi jumped up and down like a monkey, and there was no sword in his hand, but Kyushu Yijian knew that it was not Yi Qiunian. Who doesn't have hot eyes when they look at that sword that sharpens iron like clay?

But no matter what, the deserted city has become a thing of the past, and the reason for this must be that Dao Wuji is doing the wind and rain, and it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that he decided to settle in the deserted city, after all, he is a traveler with a lucky star.

After cleaning up the deserted city, Tiandu's troops are like a spread cake, and the main generals are like green onions and sesame seeds on the cake, scattered scattered on the vast land of Xiwulin. Easily bypassing these scattered threats, Saint Simo poured out the pool and Yi Jiao on behalf of the sect to teach Yi Xuan Miao's footsteps without stopping, pulling out their swords, each leaving a sword qi as a signpost for the follow-up troops, and then speeding up with a greeting.

"Okay, the outsiders have fallen behind us, do you think I should call you Yi Xuan Miao? Or is it a substitute teacher? Mo Tingchi looked at this somewhat strange friend playfully, and his next words will determine the relationship between the two in the future.

"Outsiders use the word well, whatever you want, Yi Xuan Miao is what it is." Yi Xuan Miao borrowed the trick to dismantle the move.

"That friend pulled me into this troubled water, but it's not authentic." After the Battle of the Hidden Capital, Mo Dumpchi, who also felt that things were not quite right, thought that the authorities were obsessed with bystanders and should immediately withdraw from Wan Sakai. For this goal, the statement that Tiandu blamed Wan Sakai also spread in the Central Plains with the power of Mo Dumping Pond. The Confucian disciples were already dissatisfied with the coercion of the three high-level sects and suffered heavy losses, and now they were even more angry.

But he never expected that when he came to the last step, it was this friend next to him who picked up his chessboard with a sword and smashed his calculations. The Trace of the Wind was on the city of Wanskai, Yi Xuan Miao unexpectedly stood on Chong Yuzhi's side, and provoked the Wind Trace Demon Flow Sword out of the sheath, he instinctively stopped him, Yi Xuan Miao secretly used his skill to open himself, until now, Mo Dump Chi still can't forget the stunned feeling of being betrayed. At this point, at the moment of the great enemy, how dare Mo Dump Chi propose to leave?

"Muddy water is better than no water, friend, do you think that without Wan Sakai, Confucianism is still the same Confucian?" Yi Xuan Miao retorted confidently, "Under the nest, there are no eggs." Even if you want to leave, you should," the words came to his lips and closed, and Yi Xuanmiao looked at Mo Dumping.

"You should wait until you're both defeated, right?" The ink poured into the pool tacitly.

"Yes, yes." "And then by the way, I will help you solve the matter of forgetting your nephew?" Mo poured pool to hit the nail on the head, but unfortunately someone is not thin-skinned.

"My friend has this heart, how dare I brush off my friend's good intentions, the road is dangerous, and I will open the way for my friend." Without waiting for Mo to pour his words, Yi Xuan Miao turned into a purple light, and turned back in the woods a few times, but he couldn't see his back, only a sentence came from afar: "After the matter is completed, I will be a pawn and you will be the car." ”

"This guy." Mo Dump Chi shook his head and chased after him.

After Tiandu and Wan Sakai became evil, Sadness Lotus, that is, Woe Alone, was naturally recognized by Tiandu as being killed together. From one to two, Yi Xuanmiao deduced that most of his hard-working eldest nephews were killed, and even if the younger half was alive, it was estimated that life would be worse than death. Whether it was to avenge him when he died, or to rescue him alive, Yi Xuanmiao judged that it was not his own strength that could solve it, so he pulled the ink pool, but he never expected that his nephew's treatment was not ordinary now.

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, I'm back, is there a living person to eat!" Jian ruffian Yi Qiunian carried a pot of wine from Shu Shigong, went to the stone bed in the house, shook his shoes, and buckled his toes and nose with his right index finger, and was very sloppy. With his hands as a pillow, he burped in the autumn year, "Alas, how is it warm?" "When I put my hand out, I saw that a lot of golden liquid was shining under the light of the oil lamp." Yes! This little conscienceless person wets the bed again! At that time, I shouldn't have coveted the five taels of silver in the swaddling clothes, how good it would be to throw this little ghost away! "Wiped his hair with a fast cloth, Yi Qiunian scolded and pulled his shoes and prepared to find a pool to wash, a familiar smell came from the cloth, and when I looked at it, it was a familiar golden yellow." Alas, after eight lifetimes of mold, the concubine of the Wind Scar doesn't like children, so just send him over. ”

"Baa," Forget Shen knelt slightly, and put his hands up and down behind the ewe, of course, he was not called Sad Wind, but the Luo Zishang next to him cried hard, "Good, junior brother, don't cry, you will have food soon." ”