Chapter 152

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Splendid will die.

He can't win the whole lake.

There was a dragonfly, a cyan dragonfly, and Xiaoqing, with half-red and half-green wings, seemed to sense impending death.

Its instigator wings are flying desperately.

Xiaoqing, can you save the mortal?

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As Elder Rin's sword rose out like an eyebrow, a clear voice stopped him.

"Uncle Rin, can you listen to a word from me?"

"Don't press me, since this son dares to go up the mountain gate, he should suffer the consequences. ”

Shu Tinghuai ignored him, but looked at Jinxiu.

This sentence made the others can't help but scream.

"When I don't have this injury, it is also difficult to defeat these four elders facing Husheng at the same time. ”

"Since I have broken my trust with you, then I will change my mind again. Give you a chance to play my fair hand. ”

The swords raised by the four elders were slowly lowered.

Sun Shi couldn't help but persuade, "If it's really because of them, then you shouldn't be merciful this time." ”

Shu Tinghuai's face was cold, and he responded to the disciples.

Even if it was Shu Tinghuai, who was injured, it was also a dignified seven veins.

"This is my personal grudge with him, the rules of the rivers and lakes, don't break my wisdom. ”

"The kid admits it. "Splendid salute.

There is only the man in front of him.

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The head of the lake, the white cloth, came with a sword.

It just so happened that there was a lake breeze on the mountain.

People are like being reflected on the water, and the trance is a little unreal. When the sword was raised, the long sword trembled slightly, and strange fluctuations were revealed.

Heaven and earth such as the sound to the real yellow bell Da Lu, the big buckle ringing, the small buckle small response, the invisible sound, to this point.

Jinxiu really felt that he was like a quiet illusion, the two of them were located on the surface of the lake like a mirror, and ripples spread out under Shu Tinghuai's feet.

Jinxiu has simulated this battle countless times in her heart, and only now does she feel very real. The battle with Wuxin was the precious wealth of Jinxiu's life, so that Jinxiu had the courage to face everything according to the four uniques of Tongming.

However, this sword, Jinxiu is difficult to raise the sword.

Jinxiu remembers that her father once said that if one day your ears can't be used, then it's better to be attentive.

Fish can reach their hometown by tracing the stream. Birds make memories, and they can also cross the north and south. They don't have a lot of intelligence, but they can perceive the heavens.

The splendid heart can feel the danger, after all, everything in the human body can perceive the outside, and the mind is the same.

While!

Jinxiu finally raised his sword and flicked on it, and Shu Tinghuai, who was moving forward, stopped.

"Good spiritual people. It's a pity that the sword is not worthy. ”

The two disappeared above the illusory mirror lake.

He also disappeared from the eyes of some disciples outside the main hall.

It's just that suddenly out of nowhere came the sound of Jin Ge's resonance, and there were many new traces on the ground that was already full of sword marks.

In the end, in front of the disciple, there was a young man who had changed like a storm

The swordsmanship of the four seasons of heaven and earth has become the sound of a sassy lake.

The Great Lake is still calm, regardless of the world.

This sword is called Pinghu!

The Art of Pinghu!

The sword of the seven veins is enough to turn everything into a light cloud.

Can!

It's not that the clouds are light and the wind is light, but the wind is surging in an instant.

The last sword of the Fufeng swordsmanship is infinite scenery, and he has also introduced the word fate, and the wind is endless. But what is the cloud striking technique? In an instant, there are infinite clouds and clouds, infinite scenery, and there is no end to it! It is dangerous! It has reached the extreme!

In the Danger!

The most domineering cloud strike technique!

The seven orifices were bleeding, the internal organs were trembling, and the surging pulse force seemed to be not converging, but to drain the North Sea!

This Kunpeng that has just risen! Shake the ninefold and come out with a sword!

Only then did the disciples see that there were dense sword marks on the ground around the two of them and on their clothes, but the most eye-catching thing was the sword of Jinxiu, which stopped on the sword of Husheng.

Through the long sword, the tip of the sword had pierced into the chest.

Shu Tinghuai! I really didn't block this sword. He underestimated the sword named Jinxiu.

At that moment, Shu Tinghuai's swordsmanship was infinitely exquisite, like a whirlpool, like a grinding bucket, like a roulette, talking about reincarnation, and everything disappeared into a peaceful lake. I don't know how many times, the two swords kept colliding, but the cloud attack technique still passed through everything domineeringly, tearing apart the Thousand Heavy Lakes and Ten Thousand Heavens.

It is as if the white clouds are floating on the mirror-like lake.

Even if the years are long and urge people to grow old, they can't change this cloud's determination to move forward, and they can't stop it.

The years are like a song, and the white clouds are thousands of years!

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The tip of the sword was bleeding out, and Jinxiu pulled out the tip of the sword.

And the Husheng sword that made countless sounds had no standard holes, just an ordinary sword of the master. As if screaming, it turned into powder along the piercing edge of the sword.

Shu Tinghuai is like a big lake, extremely calm. His eyes, like the water of a lake, reflected the boy in his mind. At this moment, the splendid is emaciated, pale, and bloodless, but it still stands in his eyes, holding a long sword, a splendid sword.

A young girl ran from the temple of the lake and knelt on a snow-white marble slab stained red with blood.

The surroundings are white and solemn, the catkins are flying, and it seems that it is really winter.

The girl couldn't shout a word, just cried, opened her mouth, tears flowed into her mouth, and kept Shu Tinghuai.

Only Shu Tinghuai seemed to really hear her shouting.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..... my daughter.

Shu Tinghuai said in Xiaoxiao's ear, "Don't hate him, I know you have always wanted to have my surname." But no. ”

"Because, his surname is the same as yours. He's your own brother, and I'm not..."

Not your father.

Xiaoxiao heard this sentence very clearly, she let go of the hand holding Shu Tinghuai, and was stunned. She wanted to gesture, but she couldn't lift her hand.

I don't know what to say, and I can't say anything.

Shu Tinghuai had actually guessed that he would die a long time ago, his injuries were very serious, and his pulse was difficult to gather as before.

The Legend of the Seven Veins!Mei Yu didn't have the slightest emotion.

Just continue to confess his last words.

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"After I die, the person who killed me has nothing to do with the sound of the lake. Xiaoxiao is my maid, let him take it with him. ”

Rumble!

Everyone knelt down.

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The sound of the lake of the Seven Swords Peak in the world.

The swords of the elders and disciples whimpered.

On the winter steps of the lake, they danced the lake-sound swordsmanship.

As they spoke, their voices gradually rose to the heavens and resounded throughout the world. for their ruler dies today. Some of them are upright, some are filthy, some are vying for fame and fortune, and so on and so forth. But they are all ordinary Husheng disciples.

At this point, they are just lake glamour people.

They read and danced over and over again.

"Spring flowers. ”

"Summer leaves. ”

"Autumn harvest. ”

"Winter root snow. ”

"Only the sound of the lake drying up. ”

"The sword is absolutely absolute. ”

........

The sound of the lake is musical, and it is worthy of it, and it is absolutely loud in Jianfeng.

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And Jinxiu, looking at the scene in front of him.

Suddenly tears flowed.

This is the sound of the lake that is the enemy of his life's fate! The banner of the Four Seasons Sword Wheel is still sounding in the wind.

And the father's grievances ended cleanly with the sound of the lake.

No one stood in the way.

Drop by drop of blood flowed down his eyebrows.

He was followed by Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao saw the sword in Jinxiu's hand, and suddenly broke.

Break into three pieces.

And Jinxiu had passed out to the ground.

The sound of the lake has long since penetrated from the ears to the bones and invaded the body.

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After all, it is the legend of the world, the lord of the sound of the lake.

Listen to me.

No one can hold the palm of the world, and no one can hide from the sound of the lake in the four seasons.

Like, can't be stopped, the sword of cloud strikes.