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"If you want me to stop, you can do it, I don't want this Huayuwu Lake, I just want him, otherwise you will take a corpse back today." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I'm really a good bully, isn't it?"

Guo Zhangmen flew down and blocked in front of Jinxiu. He just slapped off the long sword of the Chunsheng Sword Sun Shi with just one palm.

While!

Six-vein Cover the World Palm Technique!

Sun Shi fled out of the battle circle in a hurry, and he didn't forget to say, "Is it so ignorant of the rules for you beggars?"

Guo Gongjin's ordinary and cold face finally showed an expression, revealing sarcasm. Another palm caught up with Sun Shi, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"The Lake Voice Sect is nothing more than that!"

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"I know you're wronged, but I just want to tell you that there are some things that don't work even if you try your best. You must know that even if you kneel with me for ten days and ten nights, it will not change my decision. Today you lose, whether you open your mouth or not, admit defeat. ”

Guo Gongjin turned around and said lightly, "The rivers and lakes always rely on strength to speak. You should have understood long ago that you were making mistakes all the time. ”

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So is Splendid wrong?

He thought so. But there is a sentence that is deeply imprinted in his heart, he does not hate Guo Gongjin at all, nor does he hate Sun Shi, nor does he hate Yunhe, nor does he hate Husheng.

At the moment, I only hate myself.

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Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

"This person, I'm just going to be so determined. ”

Jinxiu looked up, although he couldn't see the man, but it was the man who killed his father, and in an instant, he remembered a lot of things.

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The person who came was the lord of the lake.

He came here early and saw everything from start to finish. The person in front of him coincided with the other person in his mind.

No one but himself could guess the mind of the person in front of him.

for men are like legends before them.

Seven veins, Shu Tinghuai.

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"I didn't know that my little beggars were so popular. If you want to know anything through him, you'd be wrong. Ina San is not here, he is just a blind man. ”

"I'm here only for him. ”

"Then there's not much to say. ”

"We won the dock before, but we owe you a rule. I'm one vein higher than you, as long as you can hurt me, you win. ”

"Please. ”

"Please. ”

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As long as you join the beggar gang, you are a member of the beggar gang.

As long as there are beggars, you will have a bite to eat everywhere.

Since the beggars did not starve to death, they died in battle.

Born as a beggar, dead and buried together.

This is the beggars!

Even if he didn't say a word, Guo Gongjin's figure was imprinted in Jinxiu's heart.

Same with those people.

"If I lose this battle, do whatever you want. ”

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The head of the Husheng Sect is the legend of the Seven Veins, and the Husheng Sect is also the first of the seven swords in the world because of him. The four elders of the Husheng Sect, the four swords of Chunsheng, Xia Sheng, Autumn Jie, and Winter are only five veins.

One person can win the world.

The master of the seven-vein lake sound swordsmanship, the head of the lake sound is comfortable to listen to.

The opponent is the master of the six-vein world, the leader of the beggar gang Guo Gongjin.

Peerless Battle!

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The four swordsmanship of the Husheng School are composed of the Four Seasons Swordsmanship.

When the sword comes, there is a sound.

The sound of death.

Each sword hurt Guo Gongjin's fleshy palms, and the scars were bleeding.

Blood drips.

Gaishi's palm technique is very strong, even stronger than Jinxiu's Fufeng sword technique, even if it is a trick, the infinite scenery is not worth his every palm.

Because every time, it is as if the sky is falling, covering the world. Guo Gongjin, the leader of the world, has already practiced this palm technique to the peak of the six veins.

The two of them were on a high building, from one roof to the other, and every time they raised their feet, the house collapsed, and people could fully feel the power contained in it.

The water was flat, rippling, and suddenly rushing into the sky, which was only the aftermath of the power of the move.

The two are in the sky, and everyone can only look up.

But his eyes never caught the moment of their fight.

The sound of the reincarnation of the four seasons.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter, every sound made his eyebrows bulge.

Have you ever heard the sound of the lake?

Woo woo woo, the seasons change here, and the great lake seems to have never changed, from countless years ago to today. Life, death, withering, glory, the lake is still rippling slightly, never gone, never frozen, never decayed.

Through the vicissitudes of life.

By the time the sound of death had dissipated, a pair of hands had turned into bones.

Jinxiu listened very carefully, but two drops of blood dripped from her ears.

I don't know if it's Guo Gongjin's or my own.

Is this all there is to it?

A pair of white bone palms passed through the sword of the sound of the lake, and the white bones shattered, slapping on Shu Tinghuai's chest, and his hands were already powdered.

The heroism of the world's palms, what kind of injuries are on a pair of hands, use both hands to get everything you want, grab all the precious things, even if these hands will be scarred.

Guo Gongjin understood this when he was very young, and his palm touched the tender grass, the forehead of the yellow dog, the face of the person he liked, the cold grave, and the delicate loess.

This is the only way to use this world-famous technique.

Guo Gongjin's palm only grasped three things, life, love, and career. Grasping fate, tenacious and unyielding, breaking everything with both hands, but unable to grasp such a sword.

The sound of the seven-veined lake.

The sword was shattered.

But there is none.

He lay on the ground, the fragments of his sword scattered, his eyes wide open and looking at the sky.

His hands just want to protect everything.

His hand seemed to come back, closing his eyes.

Beautiful.

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"Three days later, if you win the battle of the dock, I will let you go to Jinling. ”

"Since you are a beggar, you must not act recklessly. ”

The ordinary face said this coldly.

How can he use his palm to meet the seven-vein long sword.

It's not worth it, it's not worth it.

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"Actually, the gang leader cares more about Elder Yin's life than you, and I have seen him looking in the direction of Jinling more than once. It's just that he's the leader of the beggar gang, not the leader of any of us. ”

Elder White Tofu handed Jinxiu a bowl of wine.

"I don't invite you to dinner this time, you go and serve him a glass of wine. ”

Splendid as it is.

He took the wine and sprinkled it in the water, and the waterway connected the great lake and merged into the river and the sea.

He was stunned.

After all, he still affected the beggars.

He remembered what Shu Tinghuai, who was seriously injured, said when he left, "You are very similar to him, and I will tell you your father's name next time we meet." As impressive as Guo Gongjin. ”

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The funeral of the beggars was not grand, but the people of the beggars all over the world wore white scarves. When Lei Ming and his party arrived in Jinling, Yin Ah San's eyes saw it.

He didn't know who had died.

I only saw the loneliness in the eyes of the beggars.

He was in the prison car, his eyes closed, the filaments piercing through the flesh, not at this moment.

There are worries in my heart.