Heart like a knife?

The sound of "whooshing" was strong and rushing, and it indulged itself uninhibitedly.

The fat man threw something leisurely, and in an instant, everything became different!

"What?"

Giant axe, Optimus.

In front of him, it was that person who was not inferior to the cultivation of the Xuan Middle Age at all, he witnessed it, he raised his eyebrows, and found that the gap between himself and him was so big - it was simply a chasm!

An insurmountable moat!

Why, he can't escape these calamities, these difficulties!

His eyes suddenly felt that he was not admitting defeat, and his heart was a little troublesome.

Strike.

"It's an honor that I will die at his hands."

Has he forgotten the woman's instructions?

One of his stick-like things is strangely huge, and in front of him, the fat man and it, one fat and one thin, are also in stark contrast.

It seemed that he had lifted the stick with ease, and he was already the length of his arm, and his arm strength should be so amazing that he could support such a heavy thing, a fat body—what kind of technique was this?

Hundred claws scratch his heart, Xuan Zhongshi, he wants to run for his life more and more - to kill someone, he is here for revenge, it must be like this!

"There will be people in the underworld who will come to me to settle accounts, it's okay!"

"Huh? It doesn't matter what it matters, I'm going to fight you and see if you're good! ”

"Am I really good?"

He was stunned, he was confused, his memories were so mixed and scattered that it seemed like a book with countless pages torn apart, a clumsy picture.

Fatal temptation, these are his secrets, Xuan Zhongshi, under normal circumstances, if it weren't for the fire, he would not have been able to shout, he didn't find any other abnormalities because of the strange body of that stick, and the fat man laughed cruelly.

Behind Xuan Zhongshi, he followed suit.

He's looking for an opportunity.

Soon, it really made him, his thief's eyes blink, fluttering and facing Xuan Zhongshi.

His sticks.

On the top of the stick, there are inscriptions.

Yes, the history that has been distorted to the point that it cannot be returned to the original has been forgotten, but the eternal shape, the appearance that has remained the same for thousands of generations, has completely made him feel awe-inspired.

When does fear come?

What is happy and convinced is the stick, and the sound of the wind is "popping" around the heart.

The heart of the Middle Ages.

"Well...... this"

In an instant, his body was vigorous and rising.

The fat man picked up the stick and stroked the top of his head, and the sweat dripped through his hot hands - the heat struggled and went straight out.

It's a depression here.

Great fit - ambush!

A very decisive person, the fat man and he confronted him not far away.

The faces of two people are complicated.

"Are you having fun?"

Xuan Zhongshi was stunned, it was the fat man, his amazing move!

What thoughts, such ruthlessness.

"Kill you."

Fat Man's Mission.

He didn't dare to live up to his heart.

He glanced directly at Xuan Zhongshi with disgust, and in his voice, it was the sonorous power of "guarantee".

The black iron substance spread and covered the stick, about a meter long, and the luster was dull, as if it had not been oiled for a long time - rust.

Dusty

The meticulous carving is delicate and superb, and the branches are connected, and the patterns are ingenious!

"Good!"

With a sassy voice, Xuan Zhongshi had already jumped up!

The acupuncture points were all opened, and the toxins flowed better in his body, fast to the point of divine speed, and he never stopped.

"Oh? It's so good, I wonder if he ran out of oil and the lamp is dry! ”

The fat man touched his head, thoughtful.

His brain is tilted, he doesn't need any magic weapons, the whole person can rise in the air and resolutely resist the wind.

Pretty chic, huh?

Xuan Zhongshi sneered, he just sneered.

His satisfied expression confirmed the speculation that Xuan Zhongshi had buried deep in his heart, and the fat man still didn't think so.

He stood with his hands in his hands, idle enough to have nothing to do, funny, he laughed at life.

"What's the way?"

Xuan Zhongshi, his moon-chasing sword, is also thinking, soon, Xuan Zhongshi is body fell, and his cultivation has not yet made him so majestic.

Await.

The heart is beating, the meaning of the fat man, and the necessity of the Xuan Middle Ages, are all true confirmations, and they are all in great detail.

He took a light step and walked through the heavy world!

His moon-chasing sword is unpretentious, and when the sword flies, he will break free and get his wish.

The shackles of the moon-chasing sword, he abandoned it for the sake of turning the chess game, and walked freely in the air by himself?

Unlikely.

But fat people may.

He swayed, the murderous aura on his body seemed to be weakening, and his eyes were blazing.

Stick.

Proud sticks, fat people and sticks, are general traits!

There are such people in the world.

Xuan Zhongshi's sad face.

Swiftly, the Moon Chasing Sword engaged the terrifying, rough stick!

Domineering!

The hearty sword flower, standing in place by himself, Xuan Zhongshi looked at it with relish, and he dared to conclude that the fat man's attention was not on his body, which should be a blessing.

But he felt that it was deliberate, and that these feelings made him more and more uneasy.

"I'm afraid."

Yes, I'm afraid.

The fat man's every move is closely related to himself.

He is also the way he stares at the stick that thunders on a sunny day, and his own brave and diligent sword.

"Selling?"

Xuan Zhongshi sighed disdainfully and sneered.

The stick, let's think it's the fat man's new weapon, Xuan Zhongshi found the fat man and the stick don't run in.

The body of the stick is dull, but there is not much aura on the body that has no dual purpose to nourish them.

Soon, they have the possibility of decaying, one inscription after another, Xuan Zhongshi is not interested, but most people will find it suckable.

The sword qi pulled, and the moon by moon sword around the body shot out a layer of tough filaments, which can cut everything and clear everything!

It was the hurricane that broke out!

What the?

"Hula......"

This is the source of the menacing hurricane.

From here, waves of "gravitational waves" burst out, although they are invisible to the human eye, but the murderous aura and resonance, the backlash and blowing away spread out freely, boundless, making Xuan Zhongshi stunned!

"Gravitational waves? My Moon-Chasing Sword? ”

How does a stick explode gravitational waves?

Isn't it to stir up?

A menacing whirlpool appeared, and the clouds overhead, eerie, coiled down, were endlessly connected, obsessed clouds and moons.

In the moon that appeared from time to time, the trembling sound of "boom" was still there, and the Xuan Middle World was turned upside down.

Yes, he was deaf - temporary, naturally.

But enough to scare his guts.