He lightly pulled out a sword, and the exhausted appearance of the Moon Sword provided him with a good opportunity and benefited him a lot.

"Sword King" is his title, and the knives that others threw at Xuan Zhongshi before are also the products of small people.

But the little man is about to become a jailer.

The fat man misses him very much, and because of this, he will agree to the little man's request.

"Go ahead, I'm sure you can grab the sword, you can use it yourself."

The fat man's cool voice was still the same, and the little man said softly, he covered up the anxiety of his mood, and the whole person was dizzy.

Was it a sword, a sword, a famous sword that has been passed down through the ages - was it really given to him? Was given up neatly by the fat man?

Fat people don't appreciate magic weapons.

In the end, he breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was still startled in the end, when he fell, he was different from the fat man, he stepped on his own knife, and planned to stab him to death immediately.

After all, the dead are better, and the cost of prison meals is less.

He was happy and obedient to the fat man, and the fat man and the others, the natural soldiers divided into two paths, all the way to the sky, all the way to the ground, walking separately, leisurely.

The large "bounty order" is actually two.

The woman's special conversation with him is one, she wants Gen Zhongshi alone, but she doesn't know what Gen Zhongshi's name is.

The other is to catch the "ghosts" wandering in the woodland, the scary gods, not including the grass coars - this forest is also the same, most of them are grass cowards, he did not join the grass coars, and was also discovered by witnesses, and the bounty reached a thousand gold.

He alone is worth a thousand gold, he just needs to catch it, he is full of joy, although he doesn't know if Xuan Zhongshi is his olive branch?

Little lucky olive branch.

"You?"

The sword king stumbled straight down, he stood in front of the eyes of Xuan Zhongshi, and found his face, the looming shadow, he didn't care.

These are all at work in his heart, and he feels that he has the right to possess the sword of the Xuan Middle World.

As for his fight with the Moon Sword, will it be in full swing? He was not ashamed, he only glanced at Xuan Zhongshi's body.

"Sword."

The demagogic thing is actually exposed like this, in the air, in his hands, a beautiful and straight body, a beautiful sword body that is indeed light and recognizable, there is no carved fence and jade masonry, but it looks like a return to the basics.

Good luck.

Above, it seems that the water lines can be seen, and the elegant things are becoming more and more vibrant in front of the Sword King, it is really not so dangerous, it is simply no crisis.

What was life-threatening was the first-class poisonous flower and poisonous grass in front of him.

The Sword King smiled, and the greed was revealed.

He stretched out his hand and aimed at the Xuanzhong Immortal Moon Sword for a while, the expensive sword was already difficult to buy, but he could actually take it directly! Don't you know the painstaking efforts of the Xuan Middle World?

Isn't he ashamed of himself?

Isn't he speechless!

The brazen man is the king of swords.

There were countless voices behind him, fine and dense branches and leaves, startled but turned around, he felt a little trance.

A sword.

The cold sword fell into his hand, and it seemed to have more warmth, but his heaven and earth qi gave it a little bit.

Repair.

The Moon Chasing Sword was so tired that it had just gone dormant, and Xuan Zhongshi, like it, had fallen asleep.

The Sword King is fine, the Moon Sword feels strange, but it is still motionless, and its consciousness is in a mess, so that the Sword King's heart is more and more proud.

"Remember, you're mine."

His voice, reverent and eager.

He felt that these were all dreams.

His hand paused at his feet, and in an instant he seemed to have discovered something, and the groping movements disappeared, and his hands, the cold light, had a wonderful feeling.

It's white, it's knife light.

In the heart of crossing.

"Kill you."

Murder for money, the dream sword is lingering, and he also thinks that the moon-chasing sword is a peerless good thing, so he is very excited, and his hand does not hold the knife tightly.

The thing he thought about was very simple, it was to kill Genzhongshi.

Xuan Zhongshi was asleep, his black clothes, so that the Sword King did not know his facial expressions, was very intoxicating, and he was also worried.

His knife was on the neck of Xuan Zhongshi.

He sat in front of the Xuan Zhongshi, one of his fingers against the handle of the knife, and also pressed on the knife in front of the Xuan Zhongshi, and one eye was aimed at the Xuanzhong World who was close at hand.

Xuan Zhongshi's face has not changed, his proud bones are hidden in his black clothes, his body is slender but soft, and his muscles should be flexible but strong.

"That's good."

It's a little tasteful, the sword king narrowed his eyes, his hands were still trembling, he felt that he was not calm, because that good sword? Hit it off.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth has become a small whirlpool, all the while, from his body, poured into the Moon Sword, it unconsciously sucks the Qi of Heaven and Earth everywhere, and the source of everything is still the same.

Know who to be with.

The qi of heaven and earth wandering in Xuan Zhongshi's body trembled three times, and soon because Xuan Zhongshi entered a new trend, the energy shortage was alleviated.

The Xuan Middle World is a miracle, and the gentle moon-chasing sword gradually makes the sword king soar.

"What's the matter?"

That's right, the things of the Xuan Middle World, he took it, what did he shrink for.

Rebuke.

The Sword King clenched the Moon Chasing Sword tightly, the faint weight in his hand, and clenching it was not a problem at all.

His heart was surging, let alone a sword? This is the dignity of the Xuan Middle Ages! He has lost his dignity, and in this way, he will die!

Dysphoria.

He got the smooth sword, pouted, Xuan Zhongshi's neck, and the sword king had more reason to wipe it.

To wipe his neck is to kill him.

His hand, pressed down gently, calm, Xuan Zhongshi slept cautiously, his body, his face turned an eye mask under a hazy darkness.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

If you kill him, this is very unlikely.

It is the specialty of a dagger and a throwing knife.

A faint white mark was revealed in the muscles on Xuan Zhongshi's neck, the meaning of the white skin was meaningful, his facial expression was distorted, he gritted his teeth, and the sword king felt that the knife was very strange to use, and he didn't know if it was hindered.

But the neck only, the artery, the one who cuts it off, will surely die.

So, is he ruthless and unjust.

So, isn't it, that this thief is a freak? He doesn't have a fixed place to live, but his neck is indestructible - is it invulnerable, he still doesn't believe that there are all kinds of strange people in the world, but there is no such perversion, he has to cut hard!

And so it was.