In an instant, I saw clusters of gunshots, and the sound of breaking the air was like thunder.

In the meantime, the true qi is faintly dissipated, and the surrounding area is flying sand and rocks.

These true qi are almost as good as substance, if they touch an ordinary person, it is estimated that they will open an opening for this person in an instant, and the blood will not stop.

Murong Cha suddenly stopped.

At the critical moment, she seemed to be stunned.

Instead of staring at the enemy in front of her, she looked into the distance, as if she saw someone, licked her lips, and smiled passionately.

Seeing that the other party's witch was distracted, Da Wei Qunxia couldn't help but clench his fists, as if he was Zhao Xiong who attacked with the gun.

What a chance!

If the Liangzhou hero can directly defeat this witch, then this matter will definitely become a laughing stock.

It will be rumored in the rivers and lakes that Murong Cha of the Shadow Academy Palace came to the Weiyan border to challenge the Holy Son, but unfortunately he didn't even see the face of the Holy Son, so he was defeated, which was really overwhelming.

Even Zhao Xiong himself was happy in his heart, his internal strength was all out, and the flow of true qi ran through the body of the gun, this thorn, no matter the angle of strength, he was very satisfied.

"Defeat!!"

The man with the national character face let out a long whistle.

However, Murong Cha made a move at this time, and she seemed to remember that she was fighting a duel, and the Miao knife in her right hand brought up a red light from the bottom to the top.

The blood-red aura was so great that it was chilling.

Zhao Xiong's heart was cold, and his indomitable momentum seemed to be affected by this murderous aura, and there were flaws, and the gun was three points weaker.

Murong Cha penetrated the shadow of the gun, and the Miao knife suddenly came out, and the blade of the knife was in the weakest part of the gun, bounced off the distance of half of the body, rushed forward sideways, and the human knife was one!

And the cold sword light had already flashed in an instant, breaking the flesh and splitting the body, and Zhao Xiong's whole person was directly cut in half from the downward slope!

The three princesses of the Great Yan Shadow Palace were splashed with blood.

Even the violent face and the eyeball necklace around the neck were dyed scarlet red!

After doing all this, Murong Cha thrust the Miao knife into the ground as if he was fine, and his boots stepped directly on the face of the blind Liangzhou hero, and hooked his finger into the distance.

Wei Yan's chivalrous man followed her gaze.

I saw several figures on the hills in the distance.

The leader seems to be a young man wrapped in a black and gold cloak, with a knife and facing the wind.

The few people beside him, except for a middle-aged man in a green robe, all stood slightly behind with their swords in their hands.

Several people, facing Wei Yanqunxia's gaze, did not move.

The sun is rolling, and the gold dust is like a hail.

Boom!!

Murong Cha stomped on the head under his feet, and then made a throat-slitting gesture at the young man on the high hill.

The people in the rivers and lakes on the side of Great Wei all showed a look of grief and indignation.

But no one dared to step forward again!

Tomorrow will be the night of the full moon!

...

"Tomorrow will be the night of the full moon. ”

Xia Ji sat alone in front of the tent.

The canyon is deep, but at this time it is full of people.

Three thousand cavalry, as well as more than a thousand people in the rivers and lakes, were far away from his tent.

The battle for tomorrow is crucial, and everyone wants to give the Son a quiet environment.

When the moon is bright, the autumn leaves are blown down by the wind from the tall trees at the top of the canyon, and the sky is like a splash of icy light.

Xia Ji put the knife on the side of his hand and looked up at the autumn sunset leaves wrapped in moonlight, fluttering like a butterfly in spring.

The full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion.

But it is not ironic that he will be carrying a knife to face it tomorrow.

The blood relationship that grew in the bottom of his heart made him begin to miss the old Tongzhou in the remote south of the Wei State, although it was a countryside, but at this time, the memories seemed to be large and large, sea-like sycamore leaves swirling, dragging and walking on the ground.

Xia Tian...

He remembered his sister for the second time.

It can be seen how complicated his feelings were for this sister.

There is fear, there is dependence, there is anger, there is concern, there is liking, and there is boredom.

This is the emotion that a family member should have.

No matter how useless the original Xia Ji was, at least it was true for his family.

And now that feeling has become his.

When the two veins of Ren Du are opened, it is surging and it is difficult to help yourself, all emotions will be expanded several times, otherwise what is the love thread?

Full moon.

Worried.

Nostalgia.

That country is not the whole family of the stepfather's family on earth, but here.

A home with a family waiting for.

It's time for this matter, and when it's stable, and when you don't need to be threatened by the identity of the Holy Son, go home.

He felt that way.

Empty canyons.

In the high-profile duel, everyone was guessing that the Holy Son must be thinking about how to break the move and make a move at this moment.

But no one understands that he is only thinking about it now.

I miss a home that I didn't have in my previous life and haven't got in this life.

Such complex emotions were gradually amplified, and little by little they grew to every corner of his body.

Suddenly, he felt a realization, and reached out to hold the knife.

For a time, Xuanyi made the Holy Son, who was far away from everyone, wrapped himself in a layer of mysterious color.

Distance.

The green-robed elder was stroking his beard, and the five fingers of his left hand were moving, looking like he was observing the stars.

This kind of advanced manipulation was something he had seen in an ancient book, although the cover of the book had long been blurred, and only half of the records were recorded on it.

Despite this, Elder Wisdom learned it stubbornly.

Why?

Perhaps only the lofty technique of stargazing at night can be worthy of his brilliant head, so even if it is only half of it, he must learn it.

Just done the math once.

The five fingers of his left hand stopped, frowned, and muttered to himself: "The big murderer, it turned out to be the big murderer." So where is the culprit? No, the old man needs to do it again. ”

Forget it, he suddenly frowned again: "Hmm, you have become a little murderer, how can you become smaller?"

But the wise elder didn't dare to count anymore.

One of the features of this algorithm is that it can't be more than three a month, otherwise he will vomit blood.

This also made the wise elder understand more and more that what he had learned was the real thing, and there was material.

But why did the big murderer become a small murderer?

Turn...

He looked sideways and saw the tent at the mouth of the canyon in the distance.

Outside the tent, the Son could be seen sitting alone under the moon.

"Hmm, why did I feel like he was lonely?"

The Wise Elder pondered for a moment, revealing a look of shock.

Epiphany?!!

Could it be that he saw Murong Cha's strength today, so he felt the pressure and broke through?

Yes, if there is pressure, there is motivation, and then there is an opportunity to break through.

But to break through, you also need to understand and find opportunities.

This son is really good-hearted, no wonder he can defeat Pang and defeat the Sacred Heart again.

It's a pity, it's a false son.

Elder Wisdom shook his head, a look of regret.

turned around, but saw that many girls with swords who had just entered the rivers and lakes were looking at the Holy Son from a distance, with different postures, or small and moving, or delicate and convex, or tall, and their expressions were a little confused, with admiration.

Elder Wisdom was speechless.

This attracts women, but it is better than the master.

It's no wonder that although the master seems to be elegant, the cold and treacherous atmosphere is too heavy, and women stay away, and few people like Ning Mengzhen are so stupid that they will come over.

And this false Son, it seems... Like the sun god.

As soon as the three words came to the mind of the wise elder, the latter immediately threw it out.

He himself was shocked, why did he use these three words to describe that fake?

Not...

Regardless of that.

Now that the divination has come out, then this trip must not be smooth, and I need to stand in the back row a little, and when something happens, it will be convenient to retreat.

Elder Wisdom smiled wisely.