Fang Wuhui brought Xue Guangming's sword,

A sword that shocks the world.

But there is more than one such sword,

For example, plum blossom branding.

Plum blossom brand is a symbol,

It is actually also a sword, a sword like Xue Guangming's sword.

At this time, the plum blossom brand was held in Su Yan's hand,

The tip of the sword is forked like a plum blossom, and at this time the plum blossom is hanging obliquely and low, and the stamen is blooming towards the ground.

But Sen Ran's qi locked onto the chest of the old man in Mai.

The old man in Mai is a half-step realm of knowing his fate, and he is also a rare strong man in the world, his real name is no longer known, and everyone calls him Mazi.

He didn't think it was allowed, but he had the joy of being wet, and if he could be commensurate with his son, he would be a saint. Mazi always thought that he would become a saint under people's great expectations.

Although this son is not the other.

At this time, the sword is in the opponent's hand,

No one doubted that the plum blossom brand was this sword, and the plum blossom had definitely bloomed countless times in Zhifang's chest.

Asako only felt her heart throbbing, as if in the next moment it would turn into fertile land, and then bloom a bright plum blossom.

The heart beat faster and faster, and a faint drum sound could be heard outside the body.

The powerful heart quickly transports blood through the blood vessels throughout the body, and the blood vessels hidden beneath the body are rapidly expanding due to the sudden turbulence, and the blood vessels are like huge earthworms crawling all over the body.

The hemp face covered with earthworms naturally looks extremely hideous.

Mazi was suddenly angry,

His anger is not for the plum blossom brand above the fate, he doesn't have the guts.

His anger came from the white-clothed scholar opposite, and from the white-clothed scholar who could hold this sword in his hand.

With a flick of the wrist, the tip of the sword moves forward.

An even more sinister killing machine stabbed at Asako.

Mazi roared, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword,

At this moment, the Sen Ran Qi that had been locking his heart disappeared,

Su Yan put away his sword and took a step back.

Mazi's heart was relieved, and the snap was like a broken bowstring.

It had been beating violently, and the heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

A mouthful of blood spit out, Mazi's sword heart shattered, and the sea of qi and snow mountains were annihilated,

Since then, he has become a waste.

Without a word, without a sword, a sword peak powerhouse was abolished.

Even if Su Yan knows his fate now, he can't scare pockmarks. What scared the waste of pockmarks was the plum blossom brand, his uncle's sword.

It seems like no one has ever heard of it.

Since then, cultivation has become a strange way, and Mazi has become a waste.

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Happiness came too suddenly, I met Miao Cuihua once that year, and today must be counted once.

Yi Shengsheng was still praying sincerely, humbly praying to the great Haotian, and things changed like this.

Is it the benevolent Haotian who has responded?

Yi life and death can't be understood, can't be understood,

But he knew that from now on, he would obey the two people in front of him in the future.

The battle here is settled without the smoke of gunpowder,

Over there, the meteorite iron rod and Xue Guangming's sword are colliding fiercely,

Every collision is like a huge firework between heaven and earth.

There are two people who perform, but three people watch,

Su Yan, Xiaodao, and Yi Shengsheng became the people who stood on the barrier and watched.

Yi Shengsheng wanted to go down the barrier to help Miao Cuihua, but was yelled back by Miao Cuihua.

His white jade hoe is actually only suitable for digging medicine.

If you can't help, then just stand on the barrier and watch,

Without resorting to Su Yan and the knife,

At the beginning, she carelessly let Mo Fang enter the sea of blood, and she would not make the same mistake again.

This battle is Miao Cuihua's business, and it is Mingzong's business.

It's not easy for people to interfere, as Miao Cuihua's husband, Mingzong's son-in-law is reluctant to interfere.

Others naturally can't be forced,

The knife is for his own wounds, for his own business,

Su Yan seems to have never made a move,

Mazi is considered to have abolished herself.

When the meteorite no longer falls into the sea of blood and smashes on the mountain peak, what is the result?

Naturally, it is a smash and a quasi, and a smash is a mess.

In terms of hardness, what is there in this world compared to the Mo Fang forged from meteorites?

Mo Fang is the hardest thing in the world. Mountains are being smashed faster and faster, and slowly the peaks can't spawn faster than they can smash.

Yi Shengsheng also let go of his heart and stood on the barrier with peace of mind.

Asako lay on the ground staring blankly at the deep blue sky, the afternoon sun pierced her eyes, and cloudy tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and then her eyes slowly closed, muttering something in her mouth.

Junxiu Gongzi broke an arm, blood kept gushing from the broken artery, and the strength of his whole body kept flowing with the blood, no one helped him bandage it, and death was only a matter of time.

The knife didn't make up for it because he still had value to be traded, like goods.

It turns out that no matter how noble a life is, it will sometimes become lowly, which is something that no one can predict.

Rising again and again, diving, Mo Fang doesn't know how many times he smashed.

Gradually, the sea of blood became calm, and the mountain peaks fell into a smooth path,

After all, the sword is someone else's sword, and the one who washes the light with the sword is not the one who has no return.

Mo Fang is a real holy weapon, and it can last so long without Mo Fang falling into the sea of blood.

It is worthy of being a strong man who knows his fate.

Miao Cuihua knew her fate in half a step, and Mo Fang closed the gap by half a step.

Xue Guangming was not in the middle of the rope when he was holding the sword, his sword was naturally not a holy weapon, it was he who was powerful, not the sword itself, the first protector of Mingzong did not block this sword, because the one holding the sword was not Fang Wuhui, and the first protector was not holding it at that time.

Although Mo Fang is the holy weapon of the Ming Sect, the only thing that can be sacrificed is the holy woman who has been baptized by the holy fire, except for the holy woman, even if it is the sect master.

The saintess did not appear at that time, so Mo Fang did not show any trace in that battle.

No one knows who the saint is, and no one knows where Mo Fang is.

Back then, those people seized the members of the Ming Sect and used the most tragic and harsh punishments in the world, but they also failed to force out the whereabouts of the Holy Maiden and Mo Fang.

Today, Fang Wuhui unexpectedly learned the news, so at first he was so happy that he couldn't control Jian Xin.

When Mo Fang appeared, the princess was a saint, a saint was a princess, and Miao Cuihua was both a princess and a saint.

But first of all, he had long lost his joy, only gloom and despair remained, and Miao Cuihua carried Mo Fang's blows from the sky again and again, making him very tired.

Smash stick by stick, explosive, simple, direct.

He remembered the inscription on the gate of Mingzong Mountain, which was about to be forgotten,

"If you don't accept it, you will be smashed".

Fang Wuhui has been smashed to the ground, and he has been smashed to the point that he doesn't have the slightest temper.

It's a pity that Miao Cuihua doesn't want him to accept or disobey, but wants him to die, if he doesn't die, he will smash you to death!!

If you don't smash you to death, Miao Cuihua won't stop, it will always rise into the air like this, dive, and smash, now there is no need to dive into the air, just keep holding Mo Fang and smashing until the sky is old.

Fang Wuhui finally understood the origin of Mingzong's fears.

Whether you understand or be convinced, these can't get rid of the gap between the sword and Mo Fang, if Xue Guangming comes with a sword, it's okay.

He can't.

The gap cannot be bridged, and the result naturally cannot be changed, and he has no one else to pray for him as sincerely as Yi Shengsheng did, so there is no resolute young man with a knife.

When the Mo Fang in Miao Cuihua's hand smashed down for the last time, the old head was smashed like a watermelon, red blood, white brains and the smashed bones were sticky on the ground, and there was still a warm mist, and the headless body staggered like a drunk who had drunk too much, and his legs fell to the ground softly, and he couldn't even smash a piece of the bluestone slab on the ground.

In the end, the glory and exaltation of those lives had to be blown away by the wind like the smoke of the cooking smoke of the fields.

Dead in the streets, like a wild dog. At most, if no one collects the corpse, it will only stink for two days,

If you're lucky, you'll be able to feed the hungry stomach of a stray wild dog, and then one day you will fertilize the land in a secluded corner and raise a small patch of green.

It can be regarded as some thoughts, which have left some traces in the world.

There is no heavy snow, no sun and moon without light, Haotian's mysterious will looks at all this coldly.

Even the mood has never fluctuated a little, where did the vision of heaven and earth come from,

So Fang Wuhui's death became worthless,

Even years later. There was a Fang Wuhui with the same name in the world, but that was no longer Fang Wuhui.

Miao Cuihua walked over with Mo Fang in her arms, her steps were a little unsteady,

The swarthy Mo Fang stick was still clean and clean, and there was no filth on it.

Walked up to Su Yan and the knife, folded his hands on his waist,

Bowed his head slightly, bent his knees and bowed.

dignified bearing, where is there a violent shadow when the party has no return,

It's not like the proprietress of the noodle restaurant,

The Mo Fang in his hand has disappeared.

The chubby figure did not lose his dignified bearing at all.

Su Yan turned sideways and returned the salute with a fist,

The knife's face does not change, and he stands still.

Neither of them paid much attention to it,

Even if there is a great dead man lying on the ground.

Wasted two amazing living people.

Even if Mingzong is a demon sect,

Since they draw their swords, it means that they don't care, and since they draw their swords, it means that of course they don't care.

No one mentioned the matter of Princess Mingzong, Miao Miao and Yi Shengsheng did not, and neither did Su Yan and Xiaodao.

"Miao Miao thanked the two sons for their help," the voice turned out to be graceful.

Miao Miao? Su Yan was surprised. Not Miao Cuihua?

Yi Shengsheng ran over. hurriedly explained that Miao Cuihua lived in seclusion here, of course, Miao Miao was her real name. In fact, there is a more important reason, Miao Cuihua is easy to scream, I don't know what the reason is, he always can't tell the pronunciation of Miao and the second, and the pronunciation is not accurate. When he said the name Miao Miao, Su Yan clearly heard Yi Shengsheng learning from the cat: "Meow Meow"

Su Yan said the intention of coming with a knife, and Yi Shengsheng naturally would not refuse.

didn't mention the transaction, others had already paid for the consultation, not to mention the oath he had just made in his heart.

The three of them turned around and entered the noodle shop, Miao Miao closed the door of the shop casually, the shop was only one floor, and there was a kind of tile called Liang Tile on the roof, not far away, so a piece was paved, and the light from the outside came in from these tiles, even if the door was closed, it did not feel dark.

No one cares about Mazi and the handsome boy lying on the street, Mazi has fallen from a strong man who knows his fate to a wasted man, and he has already gone crazy.

Junxiu Childe's pupils have dilated, and he doesn't know when he turned into a corpse that didn't breathe. Xue Guangming's sword didn't know where it went, there was a heavy treasure and a spirit, maybe it was back to Sword Peak, or maybe it was someone who was waiting for it quietly in a certain mountain or a certain stream, not to mention that they were not greedy masters.

The afterglow of the butterflies was still there, and no one could spot the three people lying in the middle of the street, whether alive or dead.

After finding a table for the knife to sit down, Miao Cuihua poured water for a few people, and Yi Shengsheng began to visit his body.

The face that was originally laughing and scolding became solemn and sacred at this moment.

Each of them, in his field of expertise, is with the devotion of pilgrimage.

The sun over the town slowly moves towards the west,

The light that penetrates through the shiny tiles shines on the table tops or floors of the store, forming colorful patterns that are slowly but surely moving their steps.

Yi Shengsheng visited the body of the knife for a while and did not speak,

Su Yan couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and even Miao Miao's face showed worry.

After a long time, after changing his face several times in a row, he opened his eyes,

The look in his eyes was complicated and difficult to understand.