Swarthy guns.

The whole gun is black like ink, it should not be said that it is like ink, but it should be said that the whole gun is ink, and the gun turns into ink, and the ink drips in the distance, and the little ink stains the surrounding void and stains the surrounding color.

Turns the surroundings black.

wantonly splashed around, like a peerless calligraphy and painting master, painting in the void, making peerless paintings.

There is not enough white light, but it is carried independently in this painting.

The fingers like white jade can't be splashed with water, and the whole surroundings are pitch black, and the only plain white hand is a faint shiny jade color, and the light emitted by the plain white fingers disperses the surrounding light, and then stirs it into the muddy ink.

The constant ripples are like a stone thrown into an ink painting, and I don't know if the ink melts the white stone, or the stone opens a hole in the ink painting.

But at this moment, it was the ink painting that prevailed.

Now there is only black in this ink.

Wen Qiu used the Soul Breaking Marksmanship, which was similar to Ye Bai's Hidden Sword Technique, but Ye Bai hadn't hidden his sword for a long time, not because he didn't want to hide the sword, because there was no one worthy of him sharpening his soul.

However, Wen Qiu's Soul Breaker Gun is still different.

Shoot and kill.

Not only can you rely on the sharpness of the Soul Breaking Gun, but also rely on the soul of this gun, the Soul Breaking Gun, a gun is a soul.

A gun is a life.

Shoot and kill.

Out of the Tibetan front.

The soul of the gun extends out, constantly spreading everywhere, the soul breaking gun is not divided into grades, but it is divided into high and low, anyone who practices the gun can practice, but there are hundreds of schools of practice, but there is no eleven or twelve years that do not shoot towards the gun.

Even if there are eleven or twelve years, if you can't practice the gun soul, you can only tie your hands, but it is a waste of time, it can be said that with the soul breaking gun, you have been gambling, but for Wen Qiu, this is not the case, and the first thing you see when you suddenly speak out is the gun.

As for what is called a soul gun.

He didn't know.

He just knew that every gun was made with a soul, too deep and too thick, and there was almost no need to practice, just follow the movement of the gun.

Ink and wash are all marksmanship.

The ink is all gunnery.

Guns are everything.

Everything is a secret technique of marksmanship, and the way of the gun is like this, and it is estimated that it is almost like Wen Qiu....

The ink shattered wantonly.

The yellow sand was stained with the inky black of the gun.

The plain white hand suddenly revealed.

The plain white hand has actually been in this ink painting, but she has been waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the gun to become sharper and sharper, and when the gun light is more and more intense, this hand comes out again, and she breaks the gun at this moment, so Wen Qiu will not shoot towards it for the rest of her life.

Su Shou simply surrounded the void somewhere, and was disturbed in the ink, but he was not disturbed by the ink at all, extremely weird, in the pitch-black space, this plain white was extremely eye-catching.

The reincarnation of the plain woman.

This woman has a second name because of this exercise.

Sugan.

She is in this Lingtian Dao, Lingtian Dao is also known as Yin and Yang Dao, paying attention to the dual cultivation technique, the spiritual flesh and soul method, and even some similar to the existence of Huanxi Zen Method, but Su Su is practicing this Su female reincarnation exercise, and she is particular about ice and jade, a little pure female heart.

Immortal.

It is said that it was founded by a female fairy in ancient times, and it takes three lifetimes of reincarnation to be able to understand it, and every life requires a supernatural power.

Of course, it doesn't mean that dying is a lifetime, but a stage, and as for when this stage can be reached, then it varies from person to person, all in all, this is an extremely time-consuming course, but if you cultivate it, you can use it endlessly.

The two have the feeling of playing against each other.

Of course, this is because Wen Qiu was able to comprehend the Gun Soul there.

And this element is the consequence of not using all its strength.

These days of pride, has long been accustomed to forbearance, but Wen Qiu has to use all his strength, Su Su looked at Ye Bai with one eye, and kept looking at Wen Qiu, with two hearts, Wen Qiu's gun moved, and Su Su's white finger dripped out a drop of blood.

She also had to face up to Xia Wenqiu.

Wen Qiu's whole person turned into a gun, a gun that never dies.

When a guy decides to fight you to the death... So even if this person's level is worse, but when this person fights with you, you have to cheer up.

It's like a killer who doesn't know what tricks he knows.

When he met a martial arts master.

When this killer decides to fight, this martial arts master must also pay attention to it, otherwise he will die...

Because there is only one such thing as life...

When a person doesn't even want this one-of-a-kind thing, then that person will burst out with endless courage and killing power.

Constantly flying and wantonly rolling in pitch black, a little bit of plain white brightness, here wantonly stirring together, constantly surrounding. For a while, the fight was difficult to solve.

...

Ye Bai still looked at the cliff indifferently.

Watching the yellow sand in the sky continue to move, watching the hanging island in the distance slowly shatter and fall.

Huang San.

The face changed from a somewhat distorted hideousness at the beginning to a kind of indifference...

Yes, when you look at the dead, do you still get angry?

Huang San killed a lot of people.

From the time he decided to set up a monk, he had never used the boning knife in his finger to kill the rest of the living beings, all of them were humans, all kinds of human beings, he had seen a lot of Ye Bai like this.

When the throat was not cut by this boning knife.

It's all so proud.

It's all like this.

But when this boning knife is placed on the necks of these proud people, these untouchable people, he will find that these proud people, when they bow their heads, when they weep, when they beg for mercy, are more shameless than those who are the dirtiest.

Therefore, Huang San thought that he had seen through everything a long time ago, so now he was a little appreciative of Ye Bai's arrogance.

Because the current pride is more and more intense, then it will be more interesting when it comes to the later stage of begging for mercy.

Huang San kept moving towards his mind, and the people who had been killed by him kept coming up, and he couldn't help laughing at the picture under the boning knife.

The voice was cold.

It's like a poisonous snake spitting out the core on a person's neck, making people shudder.

Ye Bai also felt that this voice was a little noisy.

He was also in no mood when he looked at this scenery, this sky scenery was actually not very good-looking, but when Ye Bai wanted to look at this side, he felt that the scenery in the distance was also good, and Huang Silly was slowly better than the people around him.

Ye Bai became more and more withdrawn.

More and more those former sword immortals.

He shook his sword and the aura around him fluttered, and then turned around and said, "What are you laughing at, do you think you are ugly so you laugh?"

Ye Bai's words became more and more mean.

A little monk in the distance walked in the starlight, walked over slowly at this moment, and said in a low voice: "Everything is not the same, can't the donor see through this flesh and skin?"

Ye Bai turned his head.

Suddenly, he said: "You see me, I see you, you look at the true appearance, I look at the flesh and skin, you see my true appearance, I see your flesh and skin, what does all this have to do with you, you are bound to the skin and flesh I see, but you don't know that clinging to the true appearance is just another kind of flesh and skin." ”

The monk was silent.

nodded and said: "Sharp-toothed and sharp-mouthed, but it's very interesting, compared to Daoist friends going to my White Horse Temple, there are always some ambitions that can be realized." The little monk pinched the beads and said, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Huang San didn't speak for a long time, as if he was angry, his whole face was yellow and scary, compared to the yellow sand, the yellow was like the feces and urine in the pit.

The monk glanced at the zombies over there.

The zombie didn't finish, but the bell around his neck kept shaking.

The monk said: "This thing has a fate with my White Horse Temple." ”

Ye Bai ignored it.

The monk continued: "I'll take it, and when the donor goes to my White Horse Temple, he can always be accompanied by this thing." ”

The monk's meaning is very simple, that is, I will clean you up again in a while.

You'll have to hold on a little longer.

The monk was an extremely proud person, and he recited a Buddha name, and then the Buddha's light emerged.

The relics on his body floated slowly and shook constantly.

The blood-colored aura around the zombie slowly emerged.

The color of the blood turned into a little bead of blood.

The beads are constantly shaking.

Blood and relics are constantly intertwined and combined.

Unexpectedly, a balance was slowly reached, and the bell on the neck of the zombie was also constantly shaking, jingling bells, jingling bells, and the constant sound was transmitted, and the blood color around the body was slowly collapsing.

The two of them are not evenly matched, but the monk is suppressing this zombie, but the monk does not use all his strength, his main experience is to look over there, they are waiting for Ye Bai to die, they have not forgotten him, their agreement with this Huang San, sometimes the agreement is useless.

But for now, this agreement suits them well.

...

Now it has become a stalemate, and the only person who can break the current stalemate is to look at the bottom of the cliff and the white leaves of the yellow sand in the sky.

Ye Bai turned around at this moment.

looked at Huang Sandao: "What you said is right, is it right?"

Ye Bai didn't seem to realize that he would offend this Huang San.

Huang San held the knife.

Suddenly, the blood groove on the knife slowly flicked, and the blood groove kept shaking, and a little bit of blood smell came out............

The smell of blood is extremely strong

It can even make people feel like vomiting...

It's disgusting.

But Huang San smiled and silently watched the blood flying... constantly surrounded him, and for a moment he was really like a killing god and a butcher.