Wang Manxiu didn't feel very good.

Wang Manxiu really didn't feel very good.

Perhaps, it was because the sternum that had been shattered by Fuliu's finger had been slightly pierced into the heart and lungs at this moment, making his heart like a knife; Perhaps, it was because Zhang Shan, who was lying in a pool of blood on the ground and could no longer smile and clench his fists, did not even finish his last words; or perhaps, it was because he saw Fuliu's inhumane cold appearance when he treated the white dress; or perhaps, it was because of the strange internal breath from the three saints of the Crane family in his body, which made him lose the opportunity to kill Fuliu......

In short, Wang Manxiu didn't feel very good.

Wang Manxiu, who didn't feel very good, made a move.

It is to start with [100 feet near] and end with [knocking on the king's court].

It was the same as putting on the lacquer clothes at noon, regardless of the danger of the meridians being destroyed and going mad, the breath of the whole body of the gods was reversed, and the strange internal breath of the three saints of the Gully family was forced out from the dantian.

Then I saw that in the moonlight and in the stars, there was a pale blue, ink, black, blood, red, silver, and white, like thunder flashing.

I saw that in front of the Xuanmen and under the lantern, there was a line of boxers and Taoist maids with purple ornaments, in a trance.

Wang Manxiu made a move.

With his bruised body, which was still almost intact, and with his thin and empty breath that only had less than three successes left, he stepped out of an instant, crossed a Qinghe sword, and smashed down a punch to knock the royal court.

When the bones of both wrists were shattered, he could not knock his fingers, so he smashed them with his fists; when his fortunes were scattered, he could not breathe, so he burned his blood; and when he was physically and mentally exhausted, he could not concentrate, so he pierced his vertebrae.

That's how he poked half of his foot into the Yellow Spring, and he made up this style of knocking on the royal court, a style of knocking the royal court with no shape rhyme and only two or three points of charm.

But this kind of knocking on the royal court, but he still knocked on the movement of thunder from the sky in Meng Yue City that day, and actually blasted Fuliu, who was facing away from him and had no defense at all, out of a laneway, and blew up bricks and stones and dust.

And when a roof tile was shattered by the aftermath of the agitation, and flew down, and was about to fall on the delicate white dress, he stepped lightly on the sand, dusted off the broken tiles, and quietly blocked her in front of her like a person in a picture.

Zhong Liyan raised his head and looked up at his back.

Her hands and feet were already red, and her eyes were quietly red.

Wang Manxiu at this moment is actually not very good-looking.

The white sleeves of his coat were already stained with mud and impure, the blue and black hair was scattered and messy, and the wind covered his eyebrows and face, making it impossible to see his face at all, and there were streaks of blood flowing slowly down his fingertips, ticking and ticking, like the sound of a gong in the underworld.

Come to think of it, no matter how you look at it, Wang Manxiu at this moment should be more like the charm and spirit in the strange and strange story than those people in the delicate and elegant paintings......

But she felt that he was like a man in a picture.

Then he is the man in the picture.

The best picture scroll of the people.

"Miss Yan. ”

Wang Manxiu opened his lips and said.

He didn't turn to look at her on the ground, nor did he turn his face sideways and smile at her.

He just quietly looked at the wind and dust that gradually calmed down not far away, and the black fur woman who came out of the wind and dust and did not have a little different color on her body.

"You're not Lingyan, you're Miss Yan. ”

Zhong Liyan's eyes trembled, as if he understood something from his words, a trace of panic flashed on his fair face, and he hurriedly stretched out his slender little hand to grab the corner of his clothes.

But Wang Manxiu took a step forward.

One step away from her in the white dress.

One step closer to her in the black fur.

"The Spiritual Eye is not worthy of you. ”

After that, the sound fell.

Between heaven and earth, there is a clear sound of laughter.

It was Wang Manxiu's own laughter.

He seemed to be laughing, his own nonsense that he didn't know could not say anything after all, he also seemed to be laughing, and there was a bit of annoyance and anger in the eyes of Fuliu, who was slowly walking towards him, and he seemed to be laughing until the words fell, and his lips were closed, and he did not dare to look back at her face again.

Look at her crystal eyes, look at the corners of his red eyes, and look at her touching and pitiful expression.

Look at her red lips trembling slightly, choked up, and was about to whisper 'Mr. Bai......'.

"Come on. ”

In the moonlight, a black shadow flew back into his hand.

It's the scabbard of Qinghe.

Wang Manxiu lowered his head slightly, the severe pain of the ninja's broken wrist, bit his lip tightly, and paired it with the Qinghe Sword again.

It's a scabbard and a sword.

It's Qinghe Zangfeng.

People in the world often say that among the seven swords in the world, Su Jian Qinghe is not out, and once it comes out, it can cut all the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River with one sword, and it can cut off the life of the people in the world with one sword.

The world does not say, among the seven swords in the world, only Qinghe Zangfeng is the most powerful, although there is a cold sword aura when the sword is drawn out of the sheath, but the word 'out of the sheath' is actually not the same as the word 'out of the sword'.

The so-called sword is the sword qi, but also the sword intent, and the sword heart.

The air breaks through the mountains and rivers, the intention is moving, and the heart is inclusive.

And if Qing He, who has the worst hidden edge, wants to really make a sword, he must have the soul of a true dragon and the spirit of heaven and man, so that he can shake the country with a sword like the legendary true dragon son of heaven.

Therefore, this sword will fall into the hands of Fuliu, and it will fall into the hands of the only one who is a thousand enemies today.

Just because apart from her, no one in the world can really make a sword Qinghe.

Until today.

Today, Wang Manxiu erected Qinghe in front of him.

Close your eyes and concentrate on it, refining your sword heart with your own life.

Purse your lips and lock your eyebrows, and create sword intent with your own qi and blood.

The fists were clenched, and the sword qi was transformed into a sword qi with its own contract.

What he did this time was to dedicate all of himself to the Qinghe sword in exchange for a real sword.

And when this sword falls, Wang Manxiu will definitely die.

But he said he could kill Fuliu.

It can, kill Fuliu.

Suddenly, there was a cold wind in the sky.

Stirring up the weak and weak whisper behind him, the inexplicable surprised gaze, and the purple ornament of the Lun family, who was already anxiously coming.

I saw a bright white light, which jumped directly from the pitch-black scabbard, as bright as day, reflecting the heavens and the earth.

And I saw that his face was like this white man, more and more pale, more and more bloodless, as if it had become a thin white paper, which would be torn by the wind at any moment.

Seeing that seven steps in front of him, the black-furred woman who had already walked out of the dust saw this, stopped her steps, clenched her hands into fists at her sides, and frowned slightly.

Fuliu looked at him, but did not step forward to interrupt him, nor did he turn to leave.

She just looked at him silently.

looked at Wang Manxiu holding Qinghe.

watched Wang Manxiu open his eyes.

looked at Wang Manxiu's white lips and opened lightly.

"The sword is out, heaven and earth. ”

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