Chapter Fifty-Seven: Bullshit

Clouds drifted across the sky, casting shadows on the ground. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info born they are in the shadow of the clouds, the air becomes cooler, but the heart cools faster.

Naturally, they heard some chaotic sounds behind them, Sikong Guanshan looked back, and not far behind them, the five people who came out of the cave with them were also surrounded by people.

Tiansheng squinted his eyes, dusted off his body, and said, "You're going to eradicate dissidents?

"In this river and lake, in the eyes of many people, it was originally either friend or foe, but now, this big banner in the Ten Thousand Swords Villa has been erected, in the name of presiding over justice, it is the famous teacher, how can he not act arbitrarily?" Duan Yu said with deep meaning as he wiped his sword.

Sikong Guanshan scratched his head and muttered, "Alas, I'm most annoyed by fighting." ”

Tiansheng said: "How do I think this is no longer an interesting world, and the rivers and lakes are no longer an interesting rivers and lakes." Careless of human life, reckless behavior. If I can get out today, I will definitely change this bullshit rivers and lakes. ”

Han Dong said expressionlessly: "You can get out, let's talk about it." ”

Tiansheng looked at Han Dong's sword and said, "Last time, we didn't tell the winner, so let's divide the winner this time." ”

The natural word "bar" has just been exported. Han Dong took out his sword. It's still so fast, ridiculously fast. He always fights like this, and he doesn't seem to care about other people's criticism at all. Because the vast majority of people have already died and wounded under his sword before they have time to criticize.

But he was born to grow wise, and his sword flashed out almost at the same time, stabbing out. Of course, I am not pedantic to think that on such an occasion, I still need a starting hand to bow to each other, and then move the sword and sword.

Born with confidence, the previous experience of fighting Han Dong is there. However, there seems to be some deviation in experience, Han Dong's sword qi is colder than before!

In such a short period of time, there is an improvement, and it naturally takes some adventures. You don't have to think hard about it, the cold and stinky face of the cold withered can emerge, the cold withered martial arts and Han Dong are of the same origin, sometimes you only need to point a finger at the key point, point a little, and turn the stone into gold can't talk about it, but there are some finishing touches.

The skin that was invaded by Han Dong's sword qi would have a feeling of frostbite. The hand that was born froze the more frozen, and the sword became slower and slower.

Han Dong rarely laughs, always with a dead face. But at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He had foreseen that the innate sword would be slower and slower. There was still a true qi in his sea of qi. Wait for the opportunity, the time to cut it with a sword.

But soon the smile on his lips faded. He found that although the innate sword had slowed down, and he didn't even go in a straight line, but walked in a meaningless arc, it stood on its heels, and its sword momentum was strange, and it was dense and dense, round and harmonious, continuous, making Han Dong himself feel that he couldn't use his strength. In this strange sword momentum, the naturally frozen body is slowly recovering. I naturally know that this is the Tai Chi sword technique, not learned in the Baiyun Temple, this is a long, long time ago, in a park with a white-bearded old man learned, but with the Baiyun Temple of the exercises have a natural resonance frequency, pure yang true qi in this Tai Chi sword technique in the performance of the double smooth.

Duan Yu and Sikong Guanshan on the side also fell into a bitter battle. Their opponents were the few decent children they had met on the way up the mountain.

Duan Yu's opponent was Ma Pingchuan of the Kunlun faction. The Kunlun faction's "Flying Dragon Big Nine Style" is one after another, and the momentum is terrifying. Duan Yu secretly complained bitterly, wanting to abandon the sword and use the jasper knife instead, but there was no gap, and he was overwhelmed. Gritting his teeth, he threw the Longquan short sword given by his wife Zhu Zhu as a flying sword, and Ma Pingchuan's sword body was blocked, flashing sparks. Duan Yu grabbed the gap and pulled out the jasper knife from his waist, and for a while, the knife light was bright, and there was a blue color between them, like a sudden snow, the grass was green in the snow, and in the knife momentum, he actually imagined a beautiful scenery, but this beautiful scenery could be fatal.

Sikong Guanshan's opponent is Zhao Ye of the Star Picking Sword Sect. It was Zhao Ye who complained, he boasted that his fast sword was unparalleled in Tiannan, and he couldn't touch Sikong Guanshan's hunting clothes with more than a dozen swords. He was ruthless, aroused all his true qi, and used a trick to pick up the star sword faction to press the bottom of the box, "Starfall in the Sky", and the sword was like a meteor shower, covering a large area of space. In the dazzle, countless swords pierced into Sikong Guan Mountain's clothes, and the clothes instantly turned into snowflake-like rags, Zhao Ye was secretly happy, but saw that in the sky full of rags and snowflakes, Sikong Guan Mountain's figure was gone.

With two clangs, the two swords came out of their sheaths.

One came from Dong Dashan of the Kongtong faction, and his sword hit the jasper knife diagonally, which could have slashed behind Ma Pingchuan's shoulder.

And the other one came from Liu Xin of the Diancang faction, Sikong Guan Mountain's shadowless hand had stretched out from the back of Zhao Ye's head to Zhao Ye's head, Liu Xin's sword "Xiling Qianqiu Snow" flashed, Sikong Guan Shan suddenly retracted his hand, and narrowly grabbed this sword.

Born with a haze gradually rising in his heart.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of Yue Tianxing, he was also about to move.

There is face paint in the play, and these people are shameless, and they are even more scoreless.