は防§詩§lv The following is a typo, according to the pinyin, Baidu = Baidu to shrimp = yixia hey = hei Yan = Yan brother = ge pipe = guan chop = kan drunk = zui letter = xin Zhang = zhang street = jie Chen Changsheng did not notice that it was suddenly dark.

Because he was shocked at this time.

Liu Qing is the third assassin in the world, his swordsmanship has been instructed by Su Li, his talent is extremely strong, his realm is extremely high, and most importantly, his mind is extremely strong. At the beginning in Xunyang City, he even dared Zhu Luo to stab him with a sword, why did he see that he was about to die at this time, but he didn't dare to show a sword to that middle-aged scholar?

Could it be that this middle-aged scholar is even stronger and more terrifying than Zhu Luo?

Zhu Luo is a storm in all directions, and people on the mainland who are stronger than him can be counted on two hands.

Is this middle-aged scholar a different kind of red? Is it Nantie? Or is he an old man of Tianji?

No, the middle-aged scholar is not similar to anyone in the wind and rain in the eight directions.

"Could it be His Majesty the White Emperor?" Tang Thirty-six's face was very ugly.

In fact, there is no need to calculate carefully, the real answer is already coming out, but they are in the mountains, and they can't think of it anyway. Because there is no reason for that big man to appear in Cold Mountain, to appear here, to appear here.

In addition to Liu Qing next to the stream, there are also some people - Xiao De and more than ten demon clan powerhouses who look like subordinates.

More than a dozen demon clan powerhouses were scattered on the grass by the stream, and Xiaode was standing in the stream.

This big demon who conceals his inner arrogance with his irascible appearance, is calm beyond imagination, and is absolutely realistic, looking at the back of the middle-aged scholar in front of him, he finally peeled off all the disguises, his pale face was full of vigilance, and his brown eyes were full of despair. Copy this address to the browser to see the latest chapter%77%77%77%2e%68%65%69%79%61%6e%67%65%2e%63%6f%6d

He had a sword wound on his body, Liu Qing, who brought him this sword wound, was bleeding from the corner of his eye under the pressure of the middle-aged scholar, and he couldn't even pull out the sword, he knew very well how far the gap between himself and the middle-aged scholar was in the realm of strength, so he was so desperate.

But despair does not mean surrender, and his body exudes more and more violent fighting spirit.

He is worthy of being a real powerhouse in the top five of the free list, and his appearance on the mountain road seems to be far inferior to his reputation before, but at this time, facing the real shadow of death, facing the night that shrouds the cold mountain, he really showed his fearless will.

Xiao De's eyes fell on Liu Qing's right hand.

Liu Qing's hand was holding the sword, trembling slightly, and he seemed very weak.

Xiaode is waiting for an opportunity.

He knew that only by joining forces with this Tsing Yi kendo powerhouse who had injured himself could it be possible to fight for an almost impossible trace of vitality in front of this middle-aged scholar. He believed that he hadn't given up, and this man in Tsing Yi would not give up, no matter how much the hand holding the sword trembled, there would be a moment when he would calm down.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged scholar did not give them such a chance.

At the moment when Liu Qing's hand gradually stabilized and Xiao De's breathing gradually became stronger, the middle-aged scholar turned around.

A moment ago, the middle-aged scholar looked at the lantern-like persimmons in the woods with his hands behind his back, as if he was an official returning to his hometown to retire.

The next moment, the middle-aged scholar turned to look at them, his expression calm, and he returned to the identity of a peerless powerhouse.

The appearance of this middle-aged scholar is difficult to describe in words, because whether it is Liu Qing or Xiao De, who is at the peak of the star-gathering powerhouse, they all feel that there seems to be a faint layer of night between his eyebrows and eyes, and they can't see it clearly at all, and as for Chen Changsheng and the others on the mountain road, they don't have the ability to see this person's face.

One can only see the face of a middle-aged scholar...... this world.

The face of the middle-aged scholar is full of brocade characters, painted with mountains and rivers, one time is the desert of yellow sand, one time is the magnificent blue sea, between the eyebrows and lips, all things in heaven and earth move with it, the scenery is extremely vivid, but with an absolute sense of cold silence.

Because there are all kinds of scenery in this world, but there is no one.

Not a single one.

All the people died.

Seeing the middle-aged scholar's face, Liu Qing confirmed his conjecture, his face became even paler, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

It was he who bit his tongue, and he had to use guò to keep his state of mind.

In the depths of Xiao De's pupils, which had already begun to frenzied, a touch of blood gushed out, which was the precursor to using the demon clan's blood to solve the secret method!

If the conjecture is confirmed, then it is impossible to fight for any life just by joining forces, and they must come up with the most secretive and powerful means to fight each other desperately. And what makes them sad is that even if they try their best, they can't continue to live in this world, and they just want to be able to delay for a moment and let the saints know what is happening on the banks of this creek, so that they can die unjustly...... Well, being killed by this big man is not unjust no matter how you think about it.

The middle-aged scholar didn't care about Liu Qing and Xiaode's psychological activities, and he didn't even look at the two of them, even if they were two powerhouses at the peak of the stars, and they were ready to fight hard.

His gaze fell on the mountain road in the distance and fell on Chen Changsheng's body.

As soon as this moment fell, snowflakes fell in the dim sky, falling on the mountain road and on Chen Changsheng's body.

Against the backdrop of the eerie night, the snowflakes falling from the sky appear extremely white, but extremely dangerous.

The temperature on the mountain path dropped sharply and became extremely cold, Chen Changsheng and the others instantly felt that their bodies were frozen, and even the true yuan in the meridians had become countless times slower, if this situation was allowed to develop, not to mention fighting after a few breaths, I was afraid that even walking would become extremely difficult.

Feeling such a terrible danger, they naturally wanted to avoid it, but there were snowflakes everywhere in front and behind the mountain road, and they had nowhere to go. Because those snowflakes seem to be gentle, in fact, in every thin piece of snow, there seems to be an unimaginable amount of heaven and earth power.

At this time, a very hidden aura fluctuation arose on the mountain road.

The steward of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion didn't know when, and he used his divine sense to touch the secret treasure hidden in his sleeve, preparing to warn the depths of the cold mountain.

With a soft snap, as soon as the secret treasure gave birth to a breath, it was directly crushed by the snowflakes around the mountain road, and the right arm of the steward of the Tianji Pavilion turned into broken flesh and blood!

"There is an enemy!" the steward of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion roared towards the depths of the cold mountain with anger and despair.

The whistling sound could not be heard, and it was cut into pieces by the snowflakes and fell to the ground like dust.

At the same time, a stream of blood splattered from the steward's lips, and it was instantly frozen into countless crimson particles by the severe cold, and fell everywhere on the mountain road.

The steward's body slowly collapsed, and he could no longer breathe.

There was an exclamation on the mountain road.

The monks who participated in the boiling stone conference looked angrily at the middle-aged scholar on the bank of the stream in the distance.

They couldn't see the middle-aged scholar's face clearly, but they could feel the middle-aged scholar's indifference or indifference.

Ten thousand pieces of snow fell at a glance, trapping everyone on the mountain road with a formation, and then killing a steward of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion at will, it really seemed to be a trivial matter for this person.

From the moment his eyes fell, the middle-aged scholar had been looking at Chen Changsheng.

What does this mean?

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