readx;? The birth of every fate is a grand event in this world, and tonight, there is one more fate in the fairy world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Chengxue slowly raised her head, her gray hair turned white, and it grew to her heels.

"The name of this realm is for fate, but who dares to fate?" Bai Chengxue muttered to himself.

"Congratulations to Daoyou. The voice sounded again, with disdain and anger before. But at this time, there is only respect, and there is a trace of jealousy.

"How much fate has been achieved in the world, I, how much I have killed. Bai Cheng slowly raised his right hand.

"I was wrong just now, and I can't pay here. A gust of wind rose, and a person appeared in front of Bai Chengxue, although he looked calm, but there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

"Who are you to apologize to me. Bai Chengxue said lightly, Bai Chengxue's hand had not yet fallen. But the aura between heaven and earth has begun to condense again, all gathered on this palm, and there is still a trace of charm.

"You!" It turns out that even if they are powerful, they are no different from ordinary people when they are angry, or all they can do is to scrutinize more.

As soon as he said a word, the person stopped suddenly, and there was an extra red jade carving in his hand, and he said: "This piece of Bingchi Qilin will be given to Daoyou, as my reckless reparation." ”

There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of Bai Chengxue's mouth, and she said, "This is your master's thing." When did the second master have so many masters around her?" said Bai Chengxue and glanced at it from a distance in one direction.

There was a pavilion with two people in it, one was Yu Ping'er and the other was Bai Ling. With Bai Chengxue's gaze, the hearts of the two people jumped suddenly.

Sitting in a study facing north and south, the inside is brightly lit, and it seems that no matter how noisy it is outside, it has nothing to do with him. Inside was a man in a moon-white robe, holding a scroll in his hand, and he hadn't turned the pages for a long time.

"Three hundred years of accumulation is a mourning. After a long time, Bai Changchuan said this sentence silently. A candle at the table bent over as if with a long sigh.

Bai Changchuan slowly put the scroll on the table, his face showed a trace of exhaustion, and then with a stroke of his palm, a light curtain appeared and cracked.

An old man followed and appeared next to Bai Changchuan.

"Ping'er gave me a big show tonight. ”

"The young lady is just a protector. The old man spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I always thought you couldn't speak. Bai Changchuan slowly stood up, with a hint of coercion in his eyes, this is a man who can make the entire immortal world tremble.

"I am a slave of the young lady. "It was like chaff in the wind, and the old man's body kept shaking.

"There is one less formation master in the world. ”

"Please teach the Lord of the White City. ”

"Teach me, are you worthy!" A palm split seemed to carry the wind and thunder of the heavens, and Bai Changchuan was angry.

"This is Dao Fan?" the old man said before his death.

Death is also blind.

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Zizhu Garden.

Zhang Yingmei lives here, as Bai Changchuan's second disciple, his fame rose to prominence some time ago. Most people feel that this person is the real choice of the young city lord, after all, he must have an identity, he must be famous, and he must be cultivated.

The purple bamboo garden is very large, and it is full of bamboo. At this time, there was a person sitting in the middle of the bamboo forest, countless small flying swords were constantly surrounding him, and the thunder could be faintly heard.

Zhang Yingmei suddenly opened his eyes, and two sword qi burst out from his eyes, destroying several bamboos. After being stunned for a long time in the north, Zhang Yingmei closed his eyes again, and the small swords around him rotated even faster.

Not only him, but the entire Bai Mansion was awakened by the breath of Bai Cheng's snow, and no one dared to despise this traitor anymore.

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Bai Chengxue struck with his palm, and the monk retreated three miles, and everything he touched turned into powder. Everyone present became a foil, only to be silent, and to wait for death to be silent.

Bai Chengxue did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but instead changed his face to a heavy face. Wu Yue was finally discovered, and at this time Wu Yue was almost unconscious, and the power of the divine soul in the Dan period was still too weak to withstand such a consumption.

Blood threads oozed out of the seven orifices, and the lotus flower in the center of the eyebrows was sometimes like blood dripping, and sometimes it was like a piece of purple jade.

"Bai Chengxue, don't deceive people too much!" a voice sounded three miles away.

Bai Chengxue carefully combed the aura in Wu Yue's body at this time, and did not dare to make a mistake, where did he still take care of this person.

It is precisely for this reason that this person dares to speak out like this.

"I should laugh at my son and cultivate the Tao for 1,100 years, when have I suffered such humiliation? Ying Xiaozi's voice was cold, and he came faster. The whole body was like an unsheathed sword, coming towards the snow of the white city.

A puff of smoke rose.

It seems that someone is cooking in the field house, which contains a slender sword, Liu Qingwei! At this time, his face was full of madness, and he was extremely bold and arrogant!

This sword does not carry a trace of human fireworks, this sword is like an antelope hanging horns, and a god comes to a sword.

The white aloe vera, the man in the hat was shocked, but at this moment, endless black spots came overwhelmingly.

Zhang Jiaogong let out a cold laugh, and he also wanted to join in this madness. Although there is helplessness in it, it is more of a monk's unyielding and persistent and crazy life.

There is no harm in having a mind to calculate or not, and it doesn't hurt to work hard.

Seven or eight out of ten of Bai Chengxue's energy was spent on Wu Yue's conditioning, he didn't expect Ying Xiaozi to dare to make a move, and he didn't expect Liu Qingwei to come to the moth to put out the fire.

His best choice now is to give up on Wu Yue and concentrate on dealing with this life-and-death blow. At most, the result is a slight injury to achieve victory, and it is not difficult to even kill these three people again. But Wu Yue's injuries must have worsened, and the result must have been ten deaths.

Bai Chengxue turned his back to Ying Xiaozi, and pieces of snowflakes fell, giving birth to some scenes in the distance, like a mirage.

But just this distraction, Wu Yue directly burst out with several blood lines on his body. So those scenes were just fleeting, but vaguely you could see that it was a small city

Ying Xiaozi's eyes were full of madness, and there was still deep jealousy on his face, those scenes may not be understood by others, how could he not know? Cultivation and cultivation, cultivation and cultivation, cultivation of immortals and immortals, the three ways are among them, and those who have the Tao will live forever. I followed the way of conformism, and I could only follow the cultivation of painting cats according to the tiger, and the results could be imagined.

And those who have their own Tao can go far step by step and create the road to eternal life, and the future is limitless. How can such a thing appear in a junior, he is angry! He has already offended such a person, so he must eradicate future troubles, otherwise he will definitely die.

Two long swords, one in front of the other, pierced through the snow of Baicheng.

It snowed heavily overnight.

This year, the heavy snow in Baiyun City came half a month early. (To be continued.) )

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