The remnant sun is like blood.

Zhang He sat down on the top floor of a building.

This building is the closest high-rise building to Huoliao Mountain.

Ellen hugged the man's head, the lace black dress fluttering in the wind, she knew that he was always sad at dusk, and needed a gentle embrace to soothe the hideous scars oozing blood in her heart.

In a hundred-meter-tall building, Zhang He closed his eyes and raised his head, but he didn't speak.

Christine, who was on the side, was very well-behaved, pinching the man's chin, leaning over and kissing it once, like a dragonfly dotting water, like a daughter who bends down in the garden to smell the fragrance of flowers.

After the kiss, Christine squinted and took a few steps back, not satisfying the man immediately, wanting to indulge in lust and provoke his lust.

Although she would fall from a height of 100 meters if she took a wrong step, Christine didn't seem to be scared at all and calm. Like a freewheeling dancer on a tightrope.

The 100-meter-tall building overlooks a large area of the city's streets, the overlapping overpasses, the crowded downtown square and the high school teaching building bathed in the sunset.

It was the rush hour, the main road was very congested, and the horns of irritable drivers were constant.

The streets crisscross and traffic lights flicker alternately. The commercial street is brightly lit, the people are like a tide, and various styles of music are mixed together, which is extremely noisy.

"It's not good not to be well-behaved, Christine, come into my arms, let the big brother love you. Zhang He said hoarsely and darkly, he seemed to be trying his best to restrain the negative emotions in his heart and not let them explode.

Little Christine knew that men were unhappy, and she didn't understand men's thoughts anymore, so she obediently walked to him and hugged him into his arms, so that he could hold his round and snow-white buttocks and blow a cool breeze.

The little Ellen stood behind Zhang He, her fragile arms wrapped around the man's neck, and her three-dimensional and tall nose was buried in his hair.

Zhang He's eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was the reason why the sun was setting in the sky.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall of Huoliao Temple was resplendent and brilliant, Zhang He looked at the mage inside and outside the treasure hall, smiled, and laughed naturally.

Ellen was so frightened that she hugged the man tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

Christine sat in Zhang He's arms and raised her chin slightly, her slender neck and expression made her look so arrogant and conceited, and her eyes were very contemptuous and careless when she looked at Huojiao Temple.

Her inadvertent posture and eye temperament are like the noble empress who holds the power of life and death on the throne.

Qixing Zicuo, after Ye Xiaoxue rubbed his throat, he folded his hands on his legs, and said lightly towards the water mist, "There is no reporter on your forehead, evacuate quickly, otherwise, you will bear your own life." ”

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Everyone in the Fire Mountain looked up at the sky, they wanted to find the source of the sound.

The moment they heard the female voice, they felt that they were being watched by the absolutely disobedient immortals, and their hairs stood on end. This feeling of life and death involuntarily made them extremely uneasy.

The Buddha got up from the Mahavira Hall and walked into the sunset under the escort of the golden-bodied Arhat.

He looked at the sky and smiled warmly, "Why don't you show up and see you?"

"Don't call your fellow Daoists. Ye Xiaoxue didn't show up, she said lightly.

She was far away in Qixing Zicuo, but her words spread throughout Ningcheng and echoed in the streets and alleys.

The most mysterious thing is that even people who are deaf in both ears can hear her voice.

On Huoliao Mountain, tourists with no mark on their foreheads are frantically fleeing down the mountain. There was a voice in the bottom of their hearts telling them that if they stayed, they would really die! The people who spoke in the sky really would not show mercy! They would not care if they killed an ant!

The Buddha was silent.

He had a mark on his forehead, and with his cultivation, he couldn't erase this mark.

Everyone inside and outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall had a strange rune on their foreheads.

"Whoa, whoa—"

For some reason, the birds in the forest spread their wings like crazy and tried to escape from the forest, and the snakes, insects, and beasts all rushed to the city.

"Amitabha, do you want to fight with us?" said the Buddha.

"Yes. There was a faint voice from the sky in the night howling snow.

"You want to fight with everyone present? Daoyou, you can't help but be a little overwhelmed, even if your cultivation has reached the super king level. The Buddha raised his head indifferently.

"Send the first person out, of course, together, I don't blame you. ”

Ye Xiaoxue has an extra petal in her hand, and as long as she wants, she can mobilize terrifying mana to turn this petal into a giant axe that can split the sky!

"I'm coming!" The old sword king of the Snow Clothes Sword Sect stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air.

Behind him, above his head, under his feet, there were a total of hundreds of identical sharp flying swords suspended on the left and right!

The cold wind was cold, the old sword king held the sword independently, the sunset shone on the sword, the cold light flickered, and the killing intent was pressing.

Every sword has killed people and drunk blood!

"Legend has it that the Old Sword King has completed seven awakenings. ”

"No wonder it looks so young. ”

"There are few people in the Snow Clothes Sword Sect who can compare to him, and he is definitely expected to hit the super king level in the future. ”

"The old sword king is really extraordinary!" a fat mage shouted.

"How to fight?!" Sword Dynasty Tian shouted.

"If you don't ask for mercy, you win. ”

This sentence spread all over Ningcheng.

"Hubris!" the old sword king felt humiliated. It has always been him who humiliates others, when will it be the turn of others to humiliate him?

At this moment, the section of viaduct closest to Huoliao Mountain is full of mages, which is one of the best places in the city to watch the fighting method.

Also joining in the excitement were ordinary citizens, who also found a good position to watch the game.

A flame fell straight from the clouds.

The flames cleared, and Hedgeno stood alone in the air, her red robe falling off and hanging on her arms, revealing her bright red shoulders and delicate collarbones.

The frenulum of Peony's belly pocket was extremely tight, because the pair of heavy soft objects on her chest were extremely large, as if filled with hot milk, so plump that they even overflowed from the sides of her belly pocket.

The cold wind howled, pulling her red-clothed hunting sound.

Her expression was cold, not as gentle and affectionate as when she was with Zhang He. The skin on her neck and shoulders was white and red, overflowing with crystal clear sweat, as if the afterglow of passion had not faded.

As an evil saint phoenix, she is so charming and seductive, even the Buddha in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was in a trance the moment he saw her, and the desire in his body that had been blocked for a long time was affected.

can cultivate with her, so what kind of ruthless dry Zen is still cultivated?

From the time when the fence came out of the egg to the present, he has not repaired it once with Zhang Heshuang.

She can now have the peak combat power of the super king rank, and it is completely because Zhang He is continuously transmitting mana to her through the slave contract.

Fence Wuyi feels that the little master in this life is very cute, and he actually deliberately suppressed it, and he likes the feeling of "abstinence".

The cold wind hit, and she raised her sword, her red hair messy in the wind, sticking to her face and sweeping her eyes.

She opened her red lips and said lazily, "Let's go together, let me see if your sword sect has improved in swordsmanship over the years." ”

"If you lose, how about being my swordsman, abandon your master and practice with me! I will definitely make you forget him. The old sword king narrowed his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple, he almost couldn't hold back his hypocritical face.

The girls he kept in captivity in the villa were incomparable to the woman in front of him! The tall and proud object on her chest and the graceful water snake waist were extremely ecstatic just thinking about it!

This must be a very moist woman.

She swung her sword, and in an instant, the shadows of the swords were heavy, and each shadow of the sword exuded a dead gray light that represented silence.

"Snow Sky Flying Dragon!!" The old sword king was frightened, and in an instant, he mobilized all his mana to perform his strongest sword move!

The famous sword is out of the sheath, the sound of the sword roars like a dragon, and a 10,000-meter snow-silver flying dragon takes the old sword king as the center, coiling and soaring in the sky, sending out a dragon roar like rolling thunder!

10,000 meters, a full 10 kilometers long!

There is no doubt that the huge body can squeeze the tallest high-rise building in Ningcheng!

The mages and students who watched the battle in Ningcheng were all deeply shocked, and the fear in their hearts was indescribable.

But that's not worth mentioning for the fence.

The roar and writhing of the sword qi dragon came to an abrupt halt as a sword pierced through the old sword king in the dragon's mouth.

The old sword king reacted extremely quickly and dodged the fatal sword, but lost his right lung.

A twenty centimeter diameter and extremely smooth slice hole were pierced through his lungs!!

However, the strange thing is that there is no blood gushing out of the gap.

The white garment withered and turned to ashes.

It can be seen that the muscles around his wound have actually shrunk and dried up, and the right half of his body looks like a dried corpse in the yellow sand desert!