Blade and Sword God Sovereign

Tang Buddha’s tears fell on the ground.

He is surrounded by blood, like a **** person.

The long sword in his hand is still dropping blood in the ticking.

This stock is so strong that even Han Yangjian, Fang Yuan and others have been scared.

It’s really hot and ruthless. It’s ruthless, and it’s so vicious. In the twinkling of an eye, the people who died under the tears of Tang Buddha’s tears are more than thirty or forty people. Without Li Jianyi and the abandoned green shirt, Tang’s tears are asking for swords. The first master among the sects, almost no one is his place.

The entire cliff square is angry.

Like a slightly hot oil pan, sprinkled a handful of salt.

All the eyes of the disciples who asked Jianzong were red, and they only felt that something was going to explode in the chest...

"Kill, kill the tears of Tang Buddha!"

"Kill this beast who killed the ancestors!"

"When you kill the door, you will kill the door. Today, even if I ask the people of Jianzong all the four must, I must kill the Tang Buddha tears!"

"Death, die together, and die together!"

The angry crowd is like the unstoppable tide of the embankment, madly rushing toward the Tang Buddha tears.

The scene suddenly got out of control.

Between the heavens and the earth, there is a sense of sorrow and anger, and blood is burning.

Fang Wei'an, the iron masters of the former Xuezhou nine martial arts masters, have changed their colors. Such crazy scenes, even if they are, will feel a suffocation, asking the swordsman's cohesiveness is indeed terrible, the entire sect is crazy. .

"Ha ha ha, a group of people who don't know how to live and die, do you think that I don't dare to kill you?" Tang Buddha's tears are like crazy madness, laughing and laughing, and swaying in mysterious turmoil, there is no fear.

at this time--

"Stop! Ask the disciples of Jianzong to listen to the orders, give me a hand!" Li Jianyi, who spit blood in his mouth, recovered a little. Under the help of Roland, he stood up and shouted loudly.

The sound stirred out with mysteriousness and suppressed the roar of countless people.

At this time, only Li Jianyi can suppress such a group of angry Zongmen disciples.

Tens of thousands of eyes, while looking at Li Jianyi.

At this time, the head of the Zongmen, the face is like a thin gold sallow, the air is like a gossamer, because the forcible sighs, the injury is intensified, the station is about to stand unstable, his face reveals a miserable smile, his eyes are on These tens of thousands of disciples passed over their faces and coughed up a blood. They slowly shook their heads: "Let the sword down and surrender!"

what?

surrender?

Asked the disciples of Jianzong to be jealous.

They never dreamed that the head of the house would actually say such a thing?

Ning is a jade, not a tile, this is a sentence that everyone shouted at the time of the fierce battle, a promise, but now why let them surrender?

"You didn't get it wrong. I commanded you as the head of the office. Don't give up in vain. You have to live.... Live well... Leave a useful body... You must remember that as long as people are there, just return If you are there, you will not be killed if you ask Jianzong, and you will not destroy the sword inheritance!" Li Jianyi said with difficulty: "There will be a day when the swordsman will come back!"

There is silence between heaven and earth.

"Dead and not afraid, what is it like? Swordsman, come back!"

Li Jianyi sang these four words in a low voice.

The blood in his mouth continually spurted out, and his pale face was full of fascination. His heart was broken, and the internal organs were shaken by the sword of Han Yangjian. At this moment, it relied only on the strength of Wuwang’s realm. In fact, there is no longer a battle.

The horizon is gradually brightening.

A ray of sunshine crossed the endless mountains, shining and shining on Li Jianyi's body.

"I can't think of the millennium glory of Jianzong. I was interrupted by my hand. I am Li Jianyi. I am a ancestor of Zongmen's ancestors. Even if I fell into Huangquan, I will see them again..." Li Jianyi laughed miserably.

The next moment -

Suddenly a backhand sword, even directly put a piece of flesh on his face, nose and facial features, actually directly cut off, suddenly bloody.

Asked the disciples of Jianzong to exclaim.

Li Jianyi did not know the pain. He laughed and said: "I am dead, no fear, but ask the children of Jianzong. If you don't want me to die with hate, you must live, no matter what kind of suffering. Disaster, no matter what kind of insults you experience, no matter what you encounter, you must live strong, because as long as one of you still lives in this world, even if there is only one person left, ask Jianzong There is hope for revival!"

In the square, the crowd was silent.

The blood has become even hotter, but anger has begun to be suppressed by reason.

Let the angry swordsmen start thinking about the words of the head.

"Ha ha ha, this is right, Li Jianyi, you brought the sect to this situation. It is indeed a faceless appearance of the ancestors of the ancestors. You can rest assured that after you die, you will ask the swordsman not to be destroyed. I am the new question. The head of Jianzong." Tang Fo tears on the side and laughed: "When the sword is not extinct, it will become a large part of Selangor, and it will be supported by the "Spouted Swordsman". It will be stronger than before! I will Prove that only me is a qualified head!"

Li Jianyi's face is vague, obviously invisible, and smiles: "You won't be too proud for too long, someone will soon kill you for me."

Tang Buddha tears and laughed: "Who can kill me?"

"Ding Hao will not let you go!"

Li Jianyi quietly said.

He had already had a vaguely-faced face, and when he mentioned the name, it seemed that he could still see a smile.

The face of Tang Buddha’s tears is a glimpse.

Above the cliff square.

When I heard the name of the Jianzong disciple, it was as if I suddenly remembered something, and burst into a cheer and awkwardness. The young faces that were originally depressed in the Sui and Tang Dynasties seemed to see hope at this moment. , I am getting excited again.

Yes, everything is not finished.

We also have Ding Hao brother!

[Sword mad sword idiot] Ding Hao!

Ask Jian Zong the most powerful genius in history.

The boy who created countless miracles.

He is still in the [Hundred Holy Battlefield], as long as he comes out of the battlefield, he will surely come to the rescue.

There are Li Lan, and Feng Ning, as well as Xie Jieyu, and Liang Feixue Li Muyun...

These Zongmen's best geniuses, the most dazzling future martial arts stars, will come back.

With them, there is hope!

"Ha ha ha, raging flames, burning my remnants, swearing swordsman, come back!" Li Jianyi laughed, "Tang Buddha tears, if you still have a trace of humanity, read in the green shirt master Shu rescued you many times in the past, Don't humiliate the body of his old man."

The laughter echoed between the heavens and the earth.

A group of flames suddenly burned from Li Jianyi's body.

Symbolizing the flame of light, swallowing him all by little.

Even if he is dead, he will not let his body fall into the hands of the enemy to suffer insults.

A generation of masters has fallen.

"Headman..." The voice of mourning is on the sky.

Everyone in the square squatted down, and some people lost their voices and burst into tears.

For all the disciples of Jianzong, Li Jianyi is a headman full of personality charm.

In the period when he was in charge of the Zongmen, he asked the Jianzong to flourish and the interior was in harmony. The Zongmen cohesiveness was far superior to that of any other Xuezhou Zongmen. The Zongmen high-level did not treat any disciples. Every disciple who asked Jianzong, even if I was born in poverty, I got the chance, and I got the most fair training in Zongmen!

Among the people’s memories, the most impressive one is Li Jianyi’s smile.

This is the head of a face with a warm smile.

In the end, Li Jianyi’s body was turned into a little light and disappeared between the heavens and the earth.

The breeze blew his ashes over the land of his beloved mountains.

"Italian brother..." Roland's eyes shed tears.

With open arms, I can no longer embrace the lover of the past.

The palace girl showed a stern smile on her face. She didn’t look at Tang’s tears and looked at the little light that disappeared. He muttered: “You and my husband and wife, I have forgiven you. Have a rest, since then, there is nothing more, can separate you and me..."

The voice has not fallen.

In the body of Roland, there was also a trace of flame.

This is a sign that the military has dissolved its own mysterious spirits in the world.

"Little sister, you...you..." has been looking at the cold tears of Tang Buddha. Seeing this scene, I finally couldn’t help but exclaimed: "You actually... want to die for this man?" It is necessary to rush to stop Roland’s suicidal behavior.

"Don't come over..." Roland's body has melted in half. Her eyes are full of disdain: "The Tang brother I know, is already dead. Now you are a beast that everyone has to smash!" ”

"Why? You still chose him? I am now at the head, I have got the position of the head, you still choose him, he will die for him..." Tang Buddha burst into tears.

"You will never understand!"

Roland's body disappeared bit by bit, and in the morning breeze it turned into a little starlight, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Tang Buddha stood in tears and stood in the same place, and his face changed rapidly, and finally sighed low.

Then he turned around.

In the face of nearly 10,000 pairs of hatred and swords in this square, the expression on his back disappeared little by little from his face, as if he had to disappear from his soul. His look was indifferent: Shun my life, and against me!"

A round of red sun, rising from the distant mountains.

Red sun is like snow.

It’s the day, and the sword mountain has changed dramatically.

Asked the head of Jianzong Li Jianyi to fall...

The first master of the Xuezhou Terran abandoned the green shirt...

Asked the sixty-three elders of Jianzong to fall...

More than 50 core disciples have fallen...

On the same day, Zongmen asked the first Tang Buddha tears to rebel.

Nearly 10,000 asked Jianzong disciple to become a miner, hand-worn, and was sealed and repaired. After driving into the garbage area, the crypts in the abyss under the mountain cliffs were not seen. At the same time, including Hundreds of elite disciples of the elite, such as Wang Bianfeng, Guan Feidu, Lu Qi, Shen Qian, Wang Yushang, etc., were temporarily detained in the blood of the sword, and they were strictly guarded...

According to the history books of the later generations, it is the opening of the book "The Weeping Blood."