The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

As soon as Moga, the big praying mantis, knocked Zhang Zhendong upside down and flew out, Zhuo Qingxiang's sword had already stabbed him diagonally in the back!

The world has always been so fair...... When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will stare at you, and when you knock out the opponent in front of you with your fist, the sword of someone else will mercilessly punish you behind you!

The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return!

People are different, and light work is not the same as light work!

Zhuo Qing's makeup was flashing at the moment, her hair was trembling, and her clothes were fluttering, as if she had become a free egret, soaring in the slanting wind and drizzle!

Windless automatic ...... The sword in her hand is her slanting wind and drizzle!

People are different, and swordsmanship and swordsmanship are also different!

A sword is stormy.

A sword pierces through the air!

Compared with the pampered and flashy swordsmanship of the Dongting Shuanglao, Zhuo Qingxiang's swordsmanship has been tempered in countless sad days and nights!

The gloomy one is only parting...... Every bleak night after bidding farewell to her young girl was extremely guilty and unbearable, and in every painful day and night, she could only put all her mind on refining her swordsmanship!

She may not be a good mother, but she's definitely a good swordsman!

For a quarter of an hour on stage, countless exercises off the stage, she practiced hard alone when they were drinking and dancing at night every day, and she practiced hard alone when they sang and danced every day!

The difference between the unreal and the real, the impetuous and the hard-working!

To put it bluntly, the prosperous swordsmanship of the Dongting Shuanglao is just a magnificent façade, but Zhuo Qingxiang's swordsmanship is a kind of faith...... My life is up to me, not to the sky, and my life is not up to the sword!

It's because she has never been able to compete with fate that she has been practicing diligently!

If it's just about swordsmanship...... Not to mention the swordsmanship of the Dongting Shuanglao's morning wine and evening dance, even Yu Qingshan's swordsmanship of smoke and rain is still a few points inferior!

The world has always been so fair...... Although it is prosperous and lively, it may not be able to defeat the enemy, and although it is lonely and bitter alone, it is not necessarily nothing!

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A sword slanted to the point, and the shining tip of the sword seemed to contain countless wind and rain, countless thoughts!

Every trace of wind and rain, every trace of thought finally turned into faith and strength!

My life is determined by the sword, not by the sky!

The sword shines like water...... It was her daughter who gave her confidence and gave her hope!

Although the demons are arrogant, the human race will never fail!

The right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life, justice may not always defeat evil in time, but justice will eventually defeat all evil!

Justice may be late once in a while, but it is never absent!

Brother Xinguo's ...... Phew! No one will believe in that harmful fruit!

Zhuo Qing's face was solemn, and the sword in his hand was even more ruthless...... Only by eradicating all these demons in front of her can she and her daughter be reunited again!

Her swordsmanship at the moment was also completely different from when she was competing for swords in the Hanging Pavilion...... At the beginning, it was oblique and evil, and it was quite evil...... Now it's oblique in the middle!

At first, she was extremely annoyed and had a kind of self-abandonment, but now the relationship with her daughter is bright, and even with swordsmanship, it is full of joy!

If her swordsmanship had been like a bleak river of sorrow...... Now it has long since turned into a clear stream that flows happily!

Cheerful in the heart, ruthless under the sword!

Amorous swordsman ruthless sword!

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On pins and needles...... Moga only felt a sudden chill behind him...... Different from the wine-colored wealth of the two old playthings in Dongting, that biting cold is the real resistance of the human race, the real killing intent!

At that moment, he actually felt an irresistible aura of death! Although he had cultivated the Eye of the Abyss, it was too late to turn back!

Looking back...... The clouds cut off the way home.

Looking back...... Thorns...... No! It's the sword that's already thick!

There will be no pie in the sky, and naturally there will be no sword in vain...... He had already flashed through Yu Qingshan's forest and leaves before, needless to say...... This astonishing ice sword must have come from a three-point real person!

The beauty of the world Jiangnan occupies three points, and the beauty of Jiangnan occupies three points! He had only heard of the reputation of Yanyulou before...... Unexpectedly, the swordsmanship of that cold woman who is stunning in the world is so powerful! Well, not only is the swordsmanship sharp, but also the light skills are also unique, and she has been chasing him like a shadow!

Compared with her, the two elders of Dongting who had nothing to show for themselves suddenly became two local chickens and dogs!

The praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind, he has just caught a cicada, and now he has become the prey of three real people!

At this time, the soldiers were already in the city, even if they turned back, it would be useless! If they wanted to turn back to face the battle, they were even more unprepared, and at the last moment, he gritted his teeth, shook his feet, and continued to cast the Huangquan body technique, and actually pounced on Zhang Zhenting in an oblique stab!

Now that the storm is coming, let it be more violent!

If you don't do it, you won't stop it, let's kill all the horses who have nothing to show for themselves!

First solve all the dirt chickens and dogs that are in the way, and finally fight with Yu Qingshan and Zhuo Qingxiang to the death!

Don't die, no one wants to run!

His body moved, and he conjured countless phantoms like a ghost...... But the phantoms are all illusory after all, Zhuo Qingxiang's sword stabbed obliquely, and a diagonal plane was drawn diagonally from left to right, and the countless phantoms of Mojia were suddenly cut by Zhuo Qingxiang's sword!

Even though there are countless phantoms, they are as invincible as snow sword light!

The bevel of that sword!

"Zla", the black clothes on Moga's back were not only cut by Zhuo Qingxiang's sword, but then the flesh and blood were separated, and a large blood groove was cut by her sword!

Suddenly, the blood mist drifted away, and the blood rain flew away!

Although Moga is a martial arts genius, after all, he lacks years of polishing and tempering, after all, he has not been rolling in the fiery magma of the Tongtian River for so many years like the Demon Saint...... Although the fist style is sharp, the physical body is a divine sword that can't stop the human race!

If you think too simple about the enemy, then you are too simple...... This applies to Maga as well!

It turned out that this time he injured 1,000 enemies and 800 himself...... Although he flew Zhang Zhendong with a single shot, he was hit hard by Zhuo Qing's makeup sword next!

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A few families are happy and a few are worried, not to mention that Mojia is worried in his heart, Zhang Zhenting at this moment is even more worried!

When Maga's figure flashed in front of him...... Zhang Zhenting wanted to turn around and escape, but it became an extravagant hope! In desperation, he could only dance the sword in his hand like a mountain stack...... I am even more bitter in my heart!

This Maga is a man who likes to eat soft persimmons! There is a wrong, there is a debtor, and it is Zhuo Qing who hurts you with a sword...... It's good for you to turn around and deal with her now, why do you want to deal with me!

I'm messing with someone!

The day does not understand the darkness of the night, and the world does not know the bitterness of persimmons!

It turns out that drinking and dancing every day is not on the stage after all!

It turns out that when the two strong meet, whoever is a soft persimmon will be unlucky!

If you knew this was the case, why did you ...... in the first place? If I had known that those magnificent façade swordsmanship were vulnerable, I wouldn't have pretended to practice any sword dancing in the evening before!

Phew, the wood is already in the boat, and his pot of old rice is about to be cooked into old rice by Moga, and now it's too late to practice anything...... I just thought about buying a pair of regret pills and eating it!

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(Education 123 Literature Network)