Blade and Sword God Sovereign

"Hey, say you, have you finished eating? After you have finished eating, you have to use this table." Another of the youths of the green shirt came to the table and knocked on the table, impatiently. .

The lonely back sighed and seemed to be talking to himself: "Grandpa? Oh, ridiculous, when asked the famous disciple of Jianzong, it turned into such a group of uncultivated things."

The sound is light, but it falls in the ears of the young boys.

A few people suddenly changed their faces.

"Great courage, you dare to say it again..." A young green shirt said, grabbed it, and shot it on the shoulder of this lonely figure.

This palm, contains dark power, if the ordinary person is photographed, even if the shoulder blade is not broken, you must rest in bed for half a month to recover. Just listen to this person's words, dare to humiliate and ask the sword, the green shirt is interested. Let's take a good look at the madmen in front of you.

Who knows this palm, it is like shooting on the steel.

A force of anti-seismic came, and slammed, the youth of the green shirt was pale, and the figure was like a ball that was drawn, and flew out, hitting several companions, rolling the gourd, hurting, wowing, bowing At first glance, the wrist is dislocated.

The lobby suddenly got messed up.

"What happened?" The national character face Tian Heng and Junxiu swordsman Zhang Wenzhao stood up in amazement.

"Tian Shixiong, Zhang Shixiong, the kid who shot and hurt our people... Hey? People?" A young green shirt pointed angrily at the window, suddenly suddenly caught, because he was surprised to find that no Knowing when, the lonely figure and the fat white cat disappeared silently.

"I really saw the ghost, obviously just still..."

"It disappeared in a flash..."

"what happened?"

A group of young guys in the green shirts face each other. The man was still at the table. It took only a moment of effort to disappear. In the broad daylight, is it... encountering ghosts? Or is that person actually a super strong?

"Forget it, hurry to eat and rest, don't bother me." Tian Heng waved his hand and motioned everyone to take time to eat, and did not put it in their hearts.

After a while, another Qingzi boy came upstairs and said something in Tian Heng’s ear.

"Well, the fish is already hooked, we can accept it, let's go, act now." Tian Heng got up and left the restaurant with all the young warriors.

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A tattered inn in the Taipingcheng slum.

The four sides of the earth wall enclose a piece of land of more than ten acres. There are hundreds of narrow grass sheds in the house. It is a guest house. The personnel are extremely complicated, the voices are loud, and the three religions are all kinds of people.

In a very inconspicuous grass shed closest to the west, a teenager with a naked upper body and a **** bandage sits quietly on the ground.

The mottled sunlight, through the gaps of the thatch, penetrated into the house and landed on the juvenile. This is a very ordinary face, but it reveals the firmness, the muscles of one arm are raised, the skin color is black, and it is extremely strong, but the body The white bandage has been soaked in blood, apparently not hurt.

It is the famous disciple Zhang Fan of the Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital.

The hunter boy from Bai Man Mountain appeared to be awkward, pale, with dry lips and tired face.

There was a smell of medicine in the room.

Zhang Fan is like a sculpture, quietly transporting healing.

The practice of his cultivation is extremely strange, and he does not feel the existence of the slightest scent. But under the surface of the muscles, there seems to be a small worm that crawls in general, and a small squat that swells suddenly. The chest is still shaking vigorously, like a giant drum, the strong and powerful heart, as if to break open the body to jump out.

Under this silent vibration, the entire thatched cottage was slightly vibrating.

Under the sun, a group of **** red flaming flames flickered from Zhang Fan's body, as if it were a blooming blood lotus.

That is a symbol of blood.

Suddenly, it seems that what was sensed, Zhang Fan stopped practicing.

Slightly opened his eyes, the face of the Orion teenager showed a bitter smile: "I finally found it again... After so long, I still refused to let me go?"

The backhand grabbed the long swords around him, and tied the long steel bow and the wolf arrow hanging on the grass wall. Zhang Fan did not hesitate to choose to leave.

The inn he chose, in the slums, the people in the slums were very messy. I thought that the other party would not find it so quickly. Unfortunately, he was always a vigilant habit, and the house he chose was close to the inn. The west gate of the wall, as long as the wall is smoothly out, the crowds of the slums are like tides, and it is not difficult to get out.

The cat was waisted and the footsteps were light. Zhang Fan was wearing a black cloak and only a hat. He was quick to move but did not panic toward the west gate.

The footsteps behind him are getting more and more urgent.

"Seeing the traitor, where is it..." Someone was shouting.

Zhang Fan speeded up his pace.

"Where to go?" The wind whistling, a blue figure like a big bird, volleyed, spurting out against Zhang Fan's back.

Zhang Fantou did not return, suddenly flashed to the right, avoiding the sword, and immediately the waist as the axis, a hundred wars long knife whistling out, the body of blood is like a raging whistling, the knife flashes, as if practicing.

When I heard only a loud noise, the attacker blocked it with a sword, but was even more than a dozen meters away with a sword.

Zhang Fan was borrowing a force and flew for more than 30 meters.

"Damn, chase me!"

"Don't let him run!"

A burst of anger and sorrow.

This sudden battle made the people around the inn a bit surprised, but the similar scene of killing was not strange to many people, so after a little panic, it quickly calmed down.

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Huh!

Zhang Fan breathed violently.

All the way to the gallop, let the body just long wounds, because too much force, once again cracked, blood water left through the bandage, let him feel his physical strength, like the inverted hourglass, is passing.

In front is a deep alley.

Crossing this alley, and going forward is a large market. Every day, tens of thousands of people appear in this market. As long as they enter the market, they can easily get rid of these soldiers by the cover of the crowd.

These are the escape routes that Zhang Fan has designed.

After many years of hunter career, in the dangerous jungle, following the fathers and playing hide-and-seek game with the demon, this boy has unparalleled escape skills and abilities.

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