The rough big hand that Song Ming was still scratching his head a moment ago, at this moment, he leaned down, pinched his thumb and four fingers, and took the flying sword out of thin air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After more than 20 years of training, he can easily make such movements without thinking at all, for-

The empty blade of the Nine Styles of Martial Heaven Dao Blood, the empty hand is connected to the white blade!

Song Ming frowned slightly, because although this sword was short, it was not a handleless flying sword, but a regular mini Dao sword, a Dao sword that he had some impressions, and a Dao sword that he stepped on and looked at the childish back of the girl in front of him.

Startled, Song Ming raised his head suddenly.

A young girl descended with a sword, and with a single sword, she tied Zhong Zhide's hands and feet together, and carried his whole person on his shoulders.

But seeing Zhong Zhide's pale face and frightened eyes, he struggled with all his strength but couldn't move.

Looking at the girl again, she was not tall, but she was heroic, wearing a loose blue and white samurai robe, and her beautiful little round face showed an indescribable horror, only the pigtail on the top of her head betrayed her deeply.

The girl pinched her little waist, raised her small mouth and said:

"The pirates have gold under their knees, and this kind of goods is only for eating, not for worship."

Songming had a sense of foreboding:

"Huh? Don't-"

Before he could react, the girl had already pinched Zhong Zhide into a ball with her bare hands, suddenly opened her bloody mouth like an old man in the secret room, and swallowed Zhong Zhide alive.

His name is, Dongfang Yuan Love!

This former direct disciple who had been sentenced to life imprisonment, the ogre demon known as the "Grim Reaper" who had been offered a high reward, had reached the seventh order of feathering in the crystal palace laid by Elder Xuanyue himself, and after serving more than 20 years of imprisonment, he had reached the seventh order of feathering—a cultivation that could be arbitrarily rampant in the samurai world.

However, this is not a girl who will be happy because her cultivation has soared.

Because cultivation has no taste and no texture.

And her stomach was empty at the moment.

Seeing the earth-shattering tragedy, the disciples of the Merry Dao were so frightened that they couldn't speak, as if they had seen a devil, screaming and scattering in all directions.

Only Song Ming was calm as usual, and stepped forward a few steps, with an angry face:

"What are you doing?"

Dongfang Yuanai is like no one, her stomach is rumbling and digesting:

"I'm hungry, this one is a bad guy."

"This is my teacher, where is the bad guy?"

"He had bad words written on his face, I could see it."

"Even if you're a bad guy, you don't have to eat people, do you?!"

"How can I resist the urge to eat you without eating him?"

"You! …… Let's eat him, what now? ”

"What to do? I told you to find a ship that could sail far away, can this little yellow plane really work? ”

"Did you tell me to look for a boat? Besides, who's going to sail with you idiot? Do you know, in movie novels, a guy like you who eats people and doesn't spit out bones can only be a villain, and I am the warrior who completely defeats a demon like you! ”

"Then why are you still wearing the ring I gave you?"

Song Ming was speechless for a while.

For another moment, he was speechless and choked.

For another moment, his eyes showed sadness.

For another moment, look up to the sky and sigh!

He never expected that he would hide for a long time, and finally have something to do with this ogre, and now he is seen by more than 90 disciples of the Merry Channel, and he is afraid that he will not be able to wash it even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

Dongfang Yuanai forcibly swallowed Zhong Zhide in full view, and the capital crime was inevitable.

And the tunnel he dug in the confinement room didn't have time to seal the hole, and sooner or later someone would find out.

I'm afraid the samurai academy won't be able to stay any longer.

Although Dongfang Yuanai, the devil, has annihilated human nature, but after all, he has saved his life several times, and the reality saved himself on Li Yifeng's dissecting table, and then he did everything possible to recommend him to Lan Ting Zhenren, and then at the hunting meeting, he killed Qi Yang to save himself, Li Yifeng, and Xuanmei.

Although her motives are not pure, it is impossible to be indifferent, no matter how thick-skinned Songming is and how much her personality is, it is impossible to be indifferent.

That's fate.

And in front of fate, a road called "Into the Sea for Kou, Breaking Through the Stars" has emerged.

Song Ming sighed, took out a brand new grass root from his arms, put it in his mouth, and slowly walked to the small plane:

"Don't mention the matter of fitting, let's go."

Dongfang Yuan loved to put his sword into his waist, stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, and followed behind Song Ming:

"Stingy."

(Book friend group: >.)

……

Three figures descended from the sky, and Edgeworth hung in the air.

It was the dean Lan Ting Zhenren, the sword elder Luo Yun, and the precept elder Xuan Yue.

"I can't go!"

Luo Yun stood with his hands in his hands and said coldly, but he didn't make a move.

Xuan Yue's face was shocked, and she was soon covered by sadness.

Lan Ting Zhenren, who broke through the barrier, was dressed in a golden robe at this moment, his sideburns were like frost, his face showed a rare grimness, and the sleeves of his robe waved:

"Dirt and stone, bell."

A small stone bell the size of a palm fell from the sky, and as the speed became faster and faster, the bell mouth became bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it was overwhelming and whistling.

The Dao power as thick as a mountain, falling on the top of Song Ming and the others, is the strength of the Divine Journey Realm.

Song Ming and Dongfang Yuan love a pair of eyes and spread out separately.

Dongfang Yuan Ai cut open the bamboo platform at the bottom of his feet with a sword, and the sword fell.

Song Ming used a nine-style "shaving" move and ran sideways.

A second later.

Dongfang Yuanai never expected that the giant bell that fell was only one of the twin clocks, and the other stone clock was from the bottom to the top, and the double bells were dull and closed, covering Dongfang Yuanai.

All kinds of dense sword slashing sounds came from inside the stone bell, followed by a childish voice pulling his throat:

"Xiao Mao, you go and catch some mutant pterosaurs for me."

Song Ming is also able to escape from the bell, even if he has opened the martial arts road, if he shaves his feet slowly, he will fall into the bell, and at this moment, seeing that Yuan Ai is trapped and does not forget to eat, he is speechless:

"Brain-dead, no medicine."

A thought flashed, Song Ming didn't think about it, and went straight to the plane.

Xuan Yue took out the bamboo flute on her waist, leaned close to her thin lips, and blew softly.

The melodious sound of the flute instantly filled the entire Valley of the Winds, and even the air seemed to be distorted.

And in front of Songming's wild run, a sword fell straight down and thrust towards the small plane.

Song Ming shaved his body continuously, stepped forward in a few steps, and before the Dao Sword destroyed the plane, he slashed horizontally with one side palm!

In a flash of lightning, the blade of the sword split in two and fell horizontally on the top of the plane.

It is the "hand blade" of the nine styles.

Although he had been mentally prepared, when Song Ming unconsciously used this move, the whole person had not yet recovered from his senses, the side of his palm was red, and there was unbearable pain, but there was no bleeding.

It's just that he didn't have the heart to care about this problem at this moment, only to see him quickly get into the plane, pull the gear handle to the end, and with a rapid whistling sound, the plane raised its head and slammed into the clouds.

Lan Ting Zhenren sighed.

Xuan Yue was silent.

Only Luo Yun, with an angry face:

"Xuanyue, what role did you play a broken flute in addition to accelerating the plane?"

Xuan Yue said coldly:

"You're thinking too much."

"Do you think you pretended to imprison Dongfang Yuanai, but instead helped him cultivate, I don't know? Do you think this kid would dare to come back and save your precious daughter? Do you think he has the strength? Senior Brother Dean, please also carry out the death penalty quickly. ”

Lan Ting Zhenren glanced at Xuan Yue, with a rare grim expression:

"The death penalty will be carried out in a week."

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Preview: Chapter 0103, Jurassic Mists

PS: The plot is about to go berserk, please fasten your seatbelts.