It was definitely a very ordinary bamboo, because it was a new bamboo, it looked brittle, as if it would break if it was touched lightly, but Maya's eyes were filled with deep solemnity. The bamboo leaves in the wild forest trembled violently, like a storm, the wind came before the sword, and there was no sword intent in the sword behind. The Pope personally passed on the 738,251 sword of Zhan Tao, and the sword move was supernatural, and Zhan Tao was deeply rooted in the essence of 80,000 swords, but it was difficult to understand its sword intent. This has nothing to do with one's own cultivation and understanding, because among the more than 700,000 swords of the Pope, there was no sword intent in the first place.

Therefore, Zhantao's 80,000 swords are destined to be incomplete, but even if there are only sword moves, they are amazing enough. The bamboo fell, like a ruler and like a whip, and Maya stood still, and a great mountain protected him, and stopped the sword.

The huge shadow was awe-inspiring, he wasn't a giant, he didn't have giant genes, but he was as tall as an adult giant. His name is Bada Shanren, and he is one of the generals who protect the city. The city he defended had always been impregnable, because with him, the enemy had to break through two walls.

The forest is not big, and if the horse under the crotch runs fast enough, but it is only six or seven minutes away, it is not easy to cut a forest of this size in half with a sword. What's more, Zhan Tao has no sword in his hand, only a bamboo. Where it was waved, the bamboos embedded deep in the ground were uprooted, leaving only bare ground in their path.

The mountain man did not fall, he was as steady as the legend, but he was wounded, and the injury was not light. The standard armor of the Protector was torn in many places, and blue blood could be seen oozing from the cracked opening. The blood of the Heavenly Protector should have been shed on the battlefield, and if it had not died on the Great Wall of Despair, it would have been a painful shame for them. Maya noticed the change in Zhantao, and he also made a prejudgment, but the power of this sword still exceeded his estimate. The Pope's [Aoba Domain] is really so terrifying?

"The mountain is absolutely broken, quoted from Xiliang Lishi, whose sword is strong and can break mountains and rivers. Zhan Tao calmly put away his sword, his breath was steady and long, Rao was so, it was enough to put pressure on everyone, because it meant that he could at least swing more than ten swords, just ask, everyone present, who can take it?

The strongest Bada Shanren can't, and the rest naturally can't, not to mention, maybe the next sword move is completely different. There are 80,000 swords, how to start?

"If you do this, it will not do you any good. Maya looked at Zhan Tao without much fear, but said very seriously and sincerely, "I can't die, and I can't die in seven days, because any one of us is more important than you." ”

Zhan Tao was silent for a long time and said, "You can't go down the mountain. ”

Maya cast a puzzled look, and Zhan Tao continued, "I don't know the situation on the mountain, and I wouldn't tell you if I asked. If my little sister is safe and sound, letting you go will be a disaster. If my little sister has been poisoned by you, you don't have to leave, and the grievances and grievances will be settled on the spot. ”

"In four hundred and thirty years, you have learned to be selfish, which is not a noble character. Maya tilted her head, "You probably want to get closer to us bad guys?"

"May Heaven be not noble. Zhan Tao raised the green bamboo twice, "In the past four hundred and thirty years, my biggest harvest is four words, living in the present." ”

In the long torrent of time, people will always indulge in infinite repetition and gradually paralyze, regret the past and imagine the future, but they do not want to live in the present. These four hundred and thirty years are enough to understand a simple truth, the present, which is much more important than the past and the future. Time can slow down, but time in the same parallel world cannot go against the current or jump forward.

"If I tell you that your dear sister has died at my hands, what do you want to do most at the moment?"

This is the obvious answer, and the question is even somewhat instructive. Bad guys always enjoy the process of deteriorating good guys, Maya probably has a similar psychology, and it's a very exciting process to see the three good boys become decisive in killing.

Zhan Tao did not hesitate and gave him a satisfactory reply with the second sword.

"Hold the fairy sword. ”

Created by the Lotus Pond Immortal Gu, a female disciple is passed down from generation to generation, and Zhan Tao is the first man to use this sword move.

The bamboo forest entered the day, and the light falling from the sky seemed to gather all the light of the distant galaxy, Maya's face was huddled, and he forced his eyes open, wanting to see this sword more realistically. He saw that the green bamboo in Zhan Tao's hand had disappeared, and in its place was a light saber with a delicate and sharp edge.

"Here he comes. In the cabin, Kuang Ji's tone was not pleased, there was a trace of surprise, and there was also some sadness. It's coming, it's just that the timing is a little bad.

"My brother is here. It was still the tone of the statement, and Mu Xiaozhi hugged the little black dragon and smiled happily.

"It's a pity. Kuang Ji suddenly said, "The sword move is good, but the sword intent is not perfect." ”

When Mu Xiaozhi heard this, he looked at Kuang Ji with a smile, and his intention was self-evident.

"Learning from the head of the two families is really cheap for him. Kuang Ji snorted coldly.

Knowing that this was probably a tacit approval, Mu Xiaozhi was even happier.

This sword illuminated a third of the heavens, turning out many dark and unsightly corners, many secrets that had sunk into the black depths, one by one, one by one. The people, who were addicted to beautiful fantasies, finally recalled the fact of the catastrophe of resources, and they looked at the charred and cracked soil under their feet, the dead and shriveled green plants, and the livestock that died of disease for no reason, and fell into great sorrow.

This sword knocked all the efforts of the Holy Queen back to its original form, she could no longer continue to deceive and appease the people, she hated, this sword actually made a good move. She had no choice but to formulate a national policy as soon as possible to calm the people's minds and stabilize the government. Everyone in the world thinks that she loves the thirty-two princes alone, but in fact, if the princes are useful, she is willing to love all the princes. For her, love and dislove are just external manifestations, and who can use it and who can use it is the key. Over the years, Lao Thirty-two has used it well, helping her to guard the west and keep the inner city safe and worry-free, she is very happy, so she often makes him happy.

However, now that the thirty-two princes are becoming more and more disobedient, they have no choice but to punish them accordingly. On this westward journey, the Holy Queen did not intend to let him come back. In the end, let's die in the middle of the road. In this way, there is no owner of the western realm, and the control of the territory is back in her hands, and she can rest assured that she will be handed over to the next successor.

The Holy Queen always acts faster than she thinks, and lately, she has heard a lot of rumors, both positive and negative, and in general, she already has a favorite candidate.

Stepping into the main hall was a short and fat prince, with a round belly, a shiny face, and a bald head.

"I've seen the queen mother. The eleventh prince hung down, made a gesture, and said respectfully.