Chapter 122 Determining the World 43

At this moment, the person who had been sitting on the throne had disappeared, and there was only one person.

That's Liu Pian.

Of course, only the face changed, and in an instant, it became Liu Pian's face, so because the head of the Ma family happened to block Liu Pian's face, of course, the ancestor of Liu Qi behind him didn't know about such a situation, so he was a little urging.

I can't stop shouting in my head. "Kill, kill, kill. “

The mood of the Ma family at this moment is something that only he can understand.

But when the voice in his head sounded, his body seemed to change suddenly, as if he had lost his shape, and the family urged more and more fiercely, but then it gradually changed.

"Nope. ”

He knew that once he did it, he would die because he was afraid of Liu Pian.

So he didn't dare, but his body seemed to be constantly deceiving himself.

In the end, the corners of his mouth roared, and he was already spitting out blood.

Roared.

Hoarseness.

That Liu Qi Ancestor was also a little impatient and said, "Kill." What are you waiting for. ”

When Liu Qi was controlling the head of the Ma family, he was constantly in conflict with those two consciousnesses, so he was always guiding.

But now it is completely controlled, so at this moment, Liu Qi's cloudy pupils also became a little dim, and then changed to a blood-red color.

This is the performance of using that soul power to the extreme.

That's why it's like this.

That Liu Pian, but at the moment looked at the person, smiled, the head of the family came to Liu Pian's head full of black hair, Liu Pian's knife, has been cut in an instant like a popular version of the arc, the arc is very beautiful, this idea, is actually the last thought of the head of the family.

Heads dropped.

'Gollum'

It kept rolling on the ground, and it looked extremely scary.

That Liu Pian turned around when he watched the headless corpse slowly fall down at this moment.

And the sound of the corpse falling down with a thud resounded in their hearts, so that they couldn't move, didn't dare to move.

Because they see them, people are the ones they don't see, and this person is the last thing they want to see

Listen to the rain building at the moment.

Someone gently read those poems.

The voice is flat.

A sword traveled thousands of miles, and today he re-ascended the rain building.

Returning to the wild goose and going out of the clouds, the end of the world is sorrowful.

The man is righteous and high-spirited, and he thinks little when he listens to the rain.

Playing the sword and singing cold, a glass of sake soothes the sorrowful.

Listen to the rain in front of the building like snow, persuade the gentleman to have nothing to do.

Where is the end of the world? The birds return to the white sun.

The warbler cries willows and apricots are red, and the rain building is full of flute wind.

The beauty on Mo is like jade, and the song enters the sky.

Listen to the rain and don't lean on the railing, no flowers and no wine are not happy.

A hundred years of life is fast-flowing, and looking back on the red dust is sad.

The lonely water in front of the door flows eastward, and the wine is re-boarded to listen to the rain building.

Thirty years have been dusty, and sadness is still idle.

The long night is sleepless and sorrowful to listen to the rain, and the building is 100 feet high and leaning on the railing.

The railing is full of haggard, like water flowing and cannot be chased.

Listen to the rain upstairs and listen to the rain, how much sorrow is there?

The rain hits the plantain and the tears are not dry, and everyone says that they are lovesick.

Listen to the wind in the rain building, and the sound of fragrant rice water around it.

The tea is dusty, and fame and fortune are always empty

The gloom continues, and the wind sneaks into the bamboo forest.

The clouds are drifting and the rain is scattered, and the smile should be affectionate and far away.

Leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, can you know the wind and rain?

Look down on the rivers and lakes road, people on the road are dangerous.

Put aside fame and fortune, and return to Lin Yuan hand in hand.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The sound of footsteps on the hurried staircase rang out.

It was Zhao Xin, who looked at the indifferent figure at the moment and said, "Commander Liu, it's already done." ”

"When?"

"It's now. ”

"Now. ”

"Then there you go. ”

"No. ”

Zhao Xin glanced at the ninth princess and didn't say anything, the two of them actually had a plan in their hearts

Zhao Xin is wearing a big black dress at the moment, and when he walks, he has blended into the darkness, but the people behind him are all red clothes, all of them are people of a hundred battles, their bodies are volleying, and their cultivation is extraordinary, this is Xun Xin's subordinates, Zhao Xin's subordinates at the moment, that is, they are just a little different from that moon.

A long time ago, Zhao Xin just disappeared.

Everyone didn't expect that Zhao Xin was actually going to accept such a team.

Such a person, once able to join such a team, the two cars are combined

"Kill. ”

That Zhao Xin wrapped the black robe behind him, looked behind him, and said in a low voice, but no one dared to do anything.

When Zhao Xin walked to the front of the Fengming Palace, the deputy commander of Yuesha happened to pass by, the two of them looked at each other and nodded, and the deputy commander suddenly said, "Why don't you go and meet the master?"

:No.

It's better not to see each other than to see each other. "After all, we are not people we should meet, and Master will think of you sometimes. "I will never forget, my life will always be his."

"Go ahead, don't let your master do it, it's time for his hand to rest. "Hmm. “

The two of them talked quickly, and the people in front of them and behind them didn't understand, and they didn't dare to ask, but they just looked at them nervously.

"Kill. ”

"Kill. ”

The two men passed by

And the voice in the Fengming Palace is still transmitting.

"It's me, Ancestor Liu Qi. ”

Liu Qi's face was pale and silent.

That human head, where is the lonely, only caring about bleeding, ticking, ticking, ticking.