Yunxiao is speechless, it is true that the world is so realistic, and the reason why there is nothing to talk about is because your arms are too weak, your strength is not strong, and you don't have a strong background, so you should die;

It's similar to the current society, the rich can act recklessly, the prison is run by his family, even if the matter is big, there are loopholes in the fair legal framework that can be drilled, they have the best lawyers, and the law is just empty words! So sometimes I wonder whether the law is good or bad, and all he can restrain is the weaker party; let the already poor group become more cautious; but these cognitions are obvious to everyone, is the times progressing?

However, the barbarian domain where Yunxiao is located will not make progress in this regard, and there is only naked plunder among the monks——!

Looking for death—daring to sneak attack our ancient clans—some people shouted: Without our ancient clans, how could you wait for your current life! He shouted, as if the entire wilderness existed because of him.

Hehe-he-he really deserves to be an ancient clan! What a man, that he is from that clan-look at my brain! Xiao Fei scratched his ears and cheeks, like a restless monkey!

The Ximen clan - it is rumored that there was a family of sword gods, but that sword god seems to have finally betrayed this family, Ximen Blowing Snow and Lonely defeated me by a level of existence, and the lonely voice was cold like a big iron sword slashing in the sky!

Most of those who survived those blood and chaos were not good things! Heroes and heroes all died in those blood and chaos again and again, leaving only a handful of loess behind, and even their surnames disappeared! Yunxiao shouted, he was angry in his heart, and he didn't want such despicable people to tarnish the names of heroes, and they were well-deserved heroes who were once summoned by heroic tactics on the ladder of heaven!

Those who once appeared in Yunxiao's mind turned their backs to the common people, and would rather die in battle than retreat are heroes, they can't bear to see the common people after them, and they are afraid that they will regret it in their hearts, so they die in the years that belong to them.

Mount Tai disappears, where is the backbone of mankind; if it does not collapse, where is people's faith; the blood-stained yellow mud is the ancestors crying blood; the rolling Yellow River is the ancestors are crying, they died in the years, even the half-foot portrait is shattered in time, who remembers, the blood and rain of heaven and earth, is the sorrow of the ancestors; the three-foot desk can not accommodate their names of half an inch; after the years, the immortality is in front, the avenue is horizontal, like a big tomb to cover the world.

Yunxiao's heart was rolling, he seemed to see Shennong taste a hundred herbs and die in a foreign land; the Suiren clan burned the remnants of the human race in order to light up the future of the human race; the Chao clan was broken in the violent divine wind; generation after generation of heroes followed up, but now-materialism is rampant, human beings have no bottom line, they have become immortals and demons——! and they have become ants trampled underneath.

Roar——!

Yunxiao's eyes were red, there was a phantom in his eyes, his face was blurred, but the part he could see was exactly the same as Yunxiao——! he was roaring, stepping on a large tomb, as if he was going to bury the heavens, bury the whole time and years.

Kill him-Ximen roared scatteredly, and a white divine sword behind his back suddenly soared into the air, blooming with terrifying sword qi——!

Poof——!

Dugu actually laughed! The cold face squeezed out the extreme ravines with difficulty, proving that he really smiled: This kind of sword qi is flashy, and the Ximen family is really in decline! He said to himself.

Boom ——!

The sword light in the sky evolved into pieces of crystal snowflakes——! fluttering and sprinkling——!

Snow Flower Sword Technique - the first style, the snow is full of snow - Ximen roared scattered!

The attack was launched, and the icy snowflakes appeared as if to freeze the whole world——!

Okay - a good trick is full of snow, it seems that Brother Simon has the essence of this trick - someone is yelling, praising Simon Scatter!

Hmph - what snow is full of water, it's really stupid - Yunxiao snorted coldly——!

Pinched the fist mark with one hand, and suddenly drew a circle in the void——! shouted in my heart - Tai Chi - rebellion!

Boom ——!

The void shook, and from the darkness there was a yin and yang fish diagram suddenly descending, it was extremely blurred, and it was turning rapidly, attached to the fist of the clouds——!

Knock ——!

Yunxiao is swinging his fist, and a punch is blasted out, as if time is circulating, and it can't be seen really-poof——! the snowflakes in the sky can't stick to his body, his body has a terrifying Jiuyang scorching flame burning, and there are wisps of terrifying cold marrow circulating very mysteriously.

Go back to the master - the clouds roar!

The fist is boiling, the Tai Chi is flowing, and the snowflakes and swords in the sky are as if they have been twisted back by an invisible big hand——!

Poof——! blood splattered, Simon Scatter's clothes were torn, and there were patches of ice on his wounds—he was actually injured by his own moves——!

It can't be—how can this be! Simon's eyes were blank, his body trembled, and he didn't care about it, and his whole person seemed to be stunned.

The ship is sailing——!

A sailing tune suddenly came from half of the bridge, and there was a small boat there, and the tattered boat appeared there, and there was a line of men on the boat—he was dressed in a coat and wore a huge hat, and he could not see his face clearly, but he could only see a pair of weather-beaten hands, and there were thick calluses on them!

It was he singing, and it was an unforgettable sailing tune——!

Boom ——!

Captain, with a sudden wave of his hand, nine cables flew out of the boat, two flew to the clouds, entangled the clouds and purple clothes;um--Yunxiao frowned, and his body was about to exert force;--Don't move, if you want to cross the river, don't move.--The white turtle said lazily.

Suddenly, the rope tightened and flew to the boat!

The other seven were entangled with Xiao Fei, the lonely Long Boyang, the winged bird, and the real dragon, and the two of them, who had not shown up just now, and were brought out by the cable of the vain boat at this moment.