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In the hall, the cold ice sword Guan Jingyan quietly hugged the bronze man and secretly wept, a bowl-sized hole in the bronze man's chest, bright red blood gushed out, and he was already unable to return to the sky.

Matthew felt sorry in his heart, and it could be seen from the previous joint training that the bronze man was concerned about the cold ice sword Guan Jingyan. It's just that the Cold Ice Sword Guan Jingyan practiced the "Ice Heart Formula", and her heart was as strong as ice, and she was rejected thousands of miles away. But it seems that the truth is not as it seems, and the two may have special stories or experiences.

What makes people sigh even more is that the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. After the bronze man died, the expressions of several high-level backbones of the Green Gang who were watching around were not surprised at all, but they all paid attention to the changes in the cold ice sword Guan Jingyan.

These two people probably don't know that this battle is due to the deliberate planning of the Green Gang.

The bronze man practices the golden bell jar method, the copper skin and iron bones are invulnerable, and it looks majestic, but in fact, the comprehensive strength is probably the lowest among the people. As long as it does not reach the realm of both internal and external cultivation, the copper skin and iron bones will be in vain after all, and the external strength will be dry in the middle. The bronze man is already over thirty years old, and his face is depressed, thinking that his own savings potential has been exhausted, and he has been stuck at this pass for many years.

Martial arts training is like "stealing the sky", forcing themselves at the moment of life and death to tap their potential. If he can break through in the battle, the bronze man has the possibility of going further.

Even if the bronze man fails to break through, then it is also a matter of killing two birds with one stone to use the bronze man as the furnace to cut off the love thread, cast a pure ice heart with a young and infinite potential cold ice sword, and comprehend the martial arts artistic conception of "if the heart is clear, there is no hindrance".

Legend has it that the Qingbang Hua Lushui got the true inheritance of his father Fu Manchu, martial arts, tactics, and talents, and practiced "Traveling Between Flowers", discerning people's hearts, and being too forgetful. This kind of plan has no traces and uses people's hearts to the extreme. If it is not bad, it must be the idea of this flower water.

This is the style of Taishang's forgetfulness!

What a great plan! Matthew secretly praised.

Cold Ice Sword Guan Jingyan's eyes were dull, her heart was like ashes, her own cold ice true power skyrocketed, and her body condensed into ice. It seems that the relationship between the two is deeper than expected, and under the stimulation, they have the heart of leaving.

If you turn back and guide slowly, maybe after this change, the cold ice sword will completely cut through the mortal dust, and you will be able to successfully comprehend the realm of "ice and cold for eternity, nothing and no self".

Matthew sighed secretly, wouldn't it be a pity for such a good script to end like this. The old man fanned the flames, sow discord, and helped her. In this way, I will live up to my reputation as a helpful horseman.

The twin knives struck lightly, beating the beat, and chanted softly:

Half-drunk

Life is happy and death should be sleeping

Where is the Angry Sea going?

May life and death always be with you

Don't sigh and don't be sad

Life is a dream

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Passionate words and tears

The evening breeze blows outside the west window

Ping's trail wanders in the angry sea

I have seen all the miserable things in life

I want to vent my grievances with the knife in my hand

But he is afraid that blood will stain the rivers and lakes

In the song, the frost on the body of the cold ice sword slowly melted, and a little qi machine was like winter going to spring, and everything recovered. The will of martial arts slowly condensed and broke through to the realm of "meaning", and a delicate ice flower quietly bloomed in mid-air.

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After a fierce battle, everyone was dressed in bloody clothes, covered in scars, and the blades were rolled upside down, leaning against each other and gasping loudly, enjoying a rare calm.

Sirens rang out outside the temple, and the police were finally late. Soon the signal came, and the encirclement of the turtle in the urn was already in place.

Everyone quickly got rid of the entanglement of the ninja legion, and moved in unison, slashing and slashing, and fought a bloody path to the center of the temple in the swarming ninja army.

Trampling the remains of the dead on the ground, the crowd entered the wide nave, the walls of which were carved with strange patterns.

The further you go, the stronger the ninja legion becomes. The strongest of these ninjas, dressed in dark red ninja suits, kept their consciousness awake in the demonic aura, and their eyes revealed cold killing intent, like a robot who is not afraid of death.

Suddenly, several rays of demonic qi flew like arrows, quickly burrowing into the blade warrior's body from the mouth and nose. The Blade Warrior's sword fell to the ground, his eyes bulging out, and he covered his throat weakly with his hands. The blackness under the skin quickly spread all over his body, and he fell to the ground in pain in a few breaths.

"Beware, everyone, this is the dark demon." Heavenly Master Fu God shouted with a blue face.

A sigil was ignited in mid-air, and it shone brightly, crumbling in the impact of dark demonic energy.

Everyone looked up and found that there were dark demonic qi in the air from time to time, as if they had life, hovering around everyone, eyeing each other.

"Bomb dropping!" Helena commanded coldly.

Several agents of the Six Doors quickly stepped forward, throwing several special flashbangs at 2-meter intervals.

Bang! An extremely intense light erupted in the hall, and the black mist was stimulated and let out a painful roar. These special flashbang grenades are mixed with special fuel, and the violent combustion produces a large amount of positive energy and ultraviolet rays, which are extremely lethal to dark creatures.

Like an enraged beast, the black mist surged up frantically and swirled around flashbangs. However, the flashbang was treated with a special process and continued to burn, forming a narrow and narrow passage surrounded by black pressed demonic energy.

Everyone hurriedly set off, quickly passed along this passage, and entered the main hall.

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The demonic aura in the main hall became even stronger, condensing into a dark fog visible to the naked eye, shrouding the main hall in a deep layer of darkness.

Ninjas hide in the darkness and attack from time to time. There is even a black mist eyeing everyone around, penetrating through the body every time people are not paying attention, greedily taking away the essence of life.

A black gas flew in, intending to occupy Matthew's body. However, the demonic qi hit the iron plate, and Matthew was entrenched in the domineering and greedy "Northern Spiritual Skill", and this demonic qi was like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger, and it was quickly swallowed up.

The Northern Darkness absorbed the demonic qi and was ready to move again. Matthew's heart must have been urged, urging the internal breath of the vast soup in his body, and the surging sound of the waves of the sea sounded in his body.

Under the attraction of the domineering "Northern Pluto Divine Skill", the demonic energy is like being sucked by a long whale, and it involuntarily comes from it. The Northern Shengong embraces all rivers, and those who come do not refuse, and quickly transforms the demonic energy into internal breath, which is pure and uncontaminated.

The dark demonic aura that enveloped the hall was swallowed up, and the hall was bright again. Everyone was surprised to find that in the spacious and empty hall, hundreds of ninjas wearing black and red ninja costumes had quietly surrounded everyone.

In front of the main hall is a bluestone stone seat, on which a middle-aged man in a black and white coat is high, his eyes are cold and expressionless. It was none other than the Black Tarantula, the leader of the Hand.

Behind the stone seat of the black tarantula, stands a huge golem! The golem was five or six meters high, and the muscles on its body were stretched out one by one, and many resentful souls entangled in pain were carved on its body, its face was distorted and hideous, and it was a desperate howl of pain.

This golem is so vivid that even the muscles on its body are clear. The material used to carve the golem was of a strange color, resembling both granite and basalt, with an indescribably fleshy texture.

The golem's expression was hideous and vicious, with two red copper bell eyes, six arms twisted and tangled, eerie and terrifying, ready to choose someone to devour. Black demonic energy entwined. It's really vivid and weird, vivid and compelling.