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It was the screams of a child. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, a cold voice whispered that it should be in the Uyghur language.

Then, there was another distressing child's scream, and later, the sound of the screams gradually blurred and intermittent, as if it was close to fainting.

A loud drink, and then, there was a heart-wrenching scream, in the silence of the night, more and more penetrating and heart-wrenching.

The dream master held the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand, the green tendons on the back of his hand were prominent, and his pace accelerated, and he could no longer bear to come down.

The door of the tent was torn open, and three fierce men in leather jackets came out, glaring at the dream master together.

Then, soon their faces changed dramatically, and one of them shouted in stiff Chinese: "It's you again!

The person on his left sneered and said, "Why, it's for the sake of the face of the Tianshan Hero, you are just living, that's quite luck, don't you think that luck will never run out?"

The dream master said coldly: "Release the child immediately, and I will leave, otherwise it will ......"

"How else?"

The dream master also planned to use the power of language to persuade these men, but it was not as good as Fang Rushi, who had been in southern Xinjiang for many years, and had a deeper understanding of the human culture in this place.

Fang Rushi didn't say much, as soon as the jade arm probed, Ben Sang's sword was unsheathed, and without saying a word, the sword light flashed, cutting a man's throat.

The two men were shocked, turned around and were about to turn into the tent, Fang Rushi jumped up, and another sword fell, cutting off the head of a big man, ready to stab the vest of the remaining big man, Huo Ran, Guanghua Dasheng, a sword flower exploded behind the big man, and with a few sounds, it actually forced Fang Rushi to take a few steps back.

Fang Rushi stood intently, took a look, but saw that under the light, a long eyebrows, white hair, and a thin old man stood with his sword down, looking at them coldly. Said coldly: "Girl, don't think that you are a disciple of the Tianshan Hero, the old man will not dare to kill you!

The dream master gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Miss Fang, this matter has nothing to do with you, you can go." ”

Fang Rushi didn't say a word, just stared at the sword in the old man's hand.

It was just a very ordinary sword, but the old man's skills were too profound, even if she was the leader of the younger generation, her arm was numb by the shock, her viscera was churning, and she almost vomited blood.

The old man glanced at the dream master with cold eyes, and said: "Boy, back then, even your master Mu Daoren didn't dare to argue with the old man, and the old man advised you to go back to the Central Plains obediently, otherwise, don't blame the old man for being ruthless under the sword and cutting his face." ”

The dream master said lightly: "The predecessor is a master in the world, and the kid is naturally inferior." It's just that the predecessors did that despicable thing, which is really disappointing. ”

The old man seemed to be stunned, and then he said angrily: "The old man likes to do what he likes to do, but it is not your turn to point fingers, annoying the old man, and ensuring that you die without a place to be buried!"

The master in the dream said: "The child inside has a deep relationship with the kid, and the seniors will hand it over to the kid to take away, so naturally they will not provoke the seniors." ”

The old man snorted coldly and said, "Say a thousand things and ten thousand, you still drill the tip of the horns, then, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

In the dream, the master was expressionless, and slowly drew his sword.

He knew that even if it was, his skills were not inferior to Fang Rushi, but compared to the old man, it was not at the same level at all, and this battle was no different from sending him to death. It's just that there are some things in the world that you know you can't do, but you have to do it.

If you don't do something, you must do something, it's for the husband!

There is no doubt that if, among the three masters of the dreamer, a real husband is chosen, and he must be the master of the dreamer.

Fang Rushi also shook her jade wrist and waited for the sword.

She couldn't help but glance at the dream teacher, and a flash of brilliance flashed in her eyes.

Dream boys, sure enough, none of them are bad seeds.

Suddenly, the sound of clothes hunting and fluttering came, and the three of them looked up, but saw a beautiful nun with a delicate face that looked like a middle-aged woman.

Fang Rushi's expression was slightly stunned, and then a pleasant smile appeared.

The dream master obviously didn't know the Purple Smoke Shenni, but it seemed that the human immortal was immortal and had an extraordinary momentum, but under the premise that it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, he didn't dare to act rashly.

The old man's brows were slightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice: "Purple Smoke Shenni, what do you mean by coming here?"

The Purple Smoke God stepped on the ground, glanced at the old man lightly, and said, "Venerable Damli, don't come unharmed?"

Then, she didn't wait for others to answer whether she was sick or okay, so she turned her face to look at Fang Rushi and asked, "What about Master Fang Daxia?"

Fang Rushi said: "Hello Mrs. Shi, the family teacher is still on the mountain, and we came down by ourselves......

Purple Smoke Shenni frowned slightly, Buddha Chen swayed lightly, and said, "Nonsense, follow me." ”

She really turned around and was about to leave.

The old man's face was very ugly, and he said coldly: "Purple Smoke Shenni, they are all old friends for many years, don't you talk about the past?"

Purple Smoke Shenni said lightly: "Poor Ni has nothing to say to you. ”

"So, what about me?" slowly walked out of the tent door a somewhat balding old man in a leather jacket.

Purple Smoke Shenni's face changed, and he said, "Okay, it turns out that the sword and sword masters are all here, but it's quite lively." ”

The bald old man grinned and said, "There's no way, Damli can't keep Shenni, so he has to come out, but I don't know, Shenni still sells our brother's two old faces." ”

Obviously, what he meant was that Damri alone might not be able to defeat the Purple Smoke Shenni, but if they were "Sword Double" together, it would be enough.

There was another sound of clothes fluttering, and the two fell from the sky.

Before anyone arrived, an old and thick voice laughed: "Sword and sword, I'm afraid it's still not possible!"

Fang Rushi was overjoyed and blurted out, "Master!" (to be continued.) )