Divine Brilliance

Photographed by the sword, a sigh of sinus really beat the heart and almost stopped, and the horror was absolutely perfect. Up and down the whole body, I feel the cold and frozen.

Until the gray sè sword, stabbed to the front. In the eyes of Dou Ling, only a little focal length was restored. A bite of the tongue, a **** spit. The blood in the body, the drum dàng boiling, as if the flame burned, only to expel the chill. The anger is like a volcanic eruption!

"What a ghost, something, too sick, give me to die!"

The knife was soaring and filled with caves. A total of 300,000 pounds of giant force, gathered on the knife. Stepping forward, the whole pothole is shaken. Countless sands fell again, as if they were falling apart.

This knife is swung out, enough to open a mountain crack! Within the entire four feet, all are all yellow and yellow.

What is his evil law, what is the sword, he is confident that he can be forced to smash!

However, I saw the body shape of Zong Shou, as if there was no entity, such as ghosts and bullies. A sword stabbed, as if it was pierced from the Nether, does not exist in this world.

The bang of the 叮 击 hit the seven-ring knives in his hands, when Mars broke. The sword that is as high as the second-order spirit has actually collapsed into a huge gap, and Dou Lingzhen only feels his own strength, and seems to be out of control. The blade was slammed and swayed by the side of his control.

And the figure of the half demon boy is like a leaf, gently drifting away, and the death of the body is becoming more and more intense.

Dou Lingzhen only felt that it was a burst of sorrow. At this moment, he was really shocked and stunned. He looked up again. The next moment, I was attracted by the eyes of the half demon boy. I saw that the narrow and long phoenix eyes, at this moment, are also full of gray gas, no half human feelings, indifferent. It’s like a forehand lifting a sickle, and looking down.

For a time, Dou Ling really did not even have the idea of ​​running away, but also gave up hope.

This sword, he has no circumvention, and is unable to escape. As if he had been out of the sword, he was destined for his death.

The seven-ring knives in his hands, and the blood in his body, are not only uncontrollable, but also have a trace of gray and white, from above the blade, spread into his body.

Yīn is extremely cold, cut off all his vitality, and tried his best to drive out.

At this moment, the situation of the two innate martial artists in front also reflected in his eyes. Dou Ling really couldn't help but sigh with a sigh of relief.

"This is a sinister practice! What a strange sword, this person, is a man is a ghost! In the end is which one from the magic sect? Could it be that I mistakenly read this, this is really the rumor of the two veins, Is it equal to the waste of the Tianshan Mountain?"

Just after thinking about these thoughts in the brain, Zong Shou’s figure stopped the retreat. A sword is moving forward and it flashes. Directly in his eyebrows, the same blood is not seen, it is fluttering, like a ghost passing by him.

The figure is plundering, that is, dozens of feet, the sword light sprinkle. A few breaths, there are a few secret martial artists, but also by the gray sword, I stopped my eyebrows.

Without innate strength, the speed at which these life machines disappeared was also faster, and it was already gray and rot in an instant.

And the Ming dynasty standing behind the crowd can no longer suppress the fear in the heart. With a loud bang, he slammed a disc. The figure flew up and flew away in the distance.

Zong Shou did not pursue, and the silver awns in the sleeves flashed, and a flying knife had already worn out. More than ten times faster than his figure. After a flash, it was already after the Ming Dynasty.

The cold sweat that was suddenly overwhelming, rushed to the side and turned to another ramp. I thought that when the death crisis temporarily escaped, the knife was light, but it was also a twist, and it was a direct blow.

"Impression locked, flying knife turned! How is it possible?"

A clear scream, a gold bead popped up again in the sleeve, turned into a gold film. But at this moment, the knife shadow suddenly became a illusion, as if it was a few mouthfuls. It was like a broken bamboo, passing through the layer of gold sè, and piercing his throat. That fierce sword, still not reduced, put his whole person back, and then directly nailed to the top wall.

Definitely desperate, the qi on the knife is madly destroying the veins in his body. The blood vessels burst and the blood springs out. Although people are not dead yet, they have no life. There was also a stun in my heart.

"How can this be the sword, how can it be the sword of the gods? And how can the sword of that person be so horrible? Is it also a part of the magic door, why can't you hear it before? I know it, is it right? To die here, hateful-"

At the moment, in that field, it is already dead.

Those secret martial artists have never died, but they can no longer speak out. They can only be terrified, watching the changes of these companions around themselves.

And those demon slaves are also shocked and lost, and they are determined to look at this scene, still can't believe everything in front of them.

In the heart of the first snow, it is very curious, what is going on, how is this cave so quiet.

I want to open my eyes, but I don't want to violate the meaning of Zong Shou. I can only bitter my face, and I am very troubled.

Among the people, only the sin can really move. Philip turned around, the pair of eyes that had gradually dimmed, staring at the long sword, standing in the crowd, white hair and white robe.

"Who are you? The swordsmanship just now, what is the origin?"

He knows that he has no hope, just want to know who is killing himself. What is the difference between the swordsmanship that took away his life?

Zong Shou's expression is still indifferent, and the face is also paler. Only within the eyelids, a slight temperature was restored. After a long while, until Dou Lingzheng, in the eyes of disappointment. Only after a long sigh: "My identity, you have not known it for a long time? As for this sword technique, call for the death of the river -"

"The river is dead sword?"

That Dou Ling really looked a glimpse, then laughed, crazy. When the river died, it really means that the river meets, and the sword is dead!

When the boy made this sword, he was destined to die.

It’s just that he is unwilling in his heart. In the city of Fenghua, there are countless beautiful people, and wine and wine are waiting for him to enjoy. With this second-order Lingshi vein, even if it can only get 20% of output, it is enough to support him to recruit and recruit troops to expand the army to conquer the world.

Why do you want to y at such a monster? Yunxiao Mountain is also very harmless. It is repaired by the sword of the world. After more than ten years, who else is in the east? Isn't it even more terrifying than that one?

Even if I didn't bump into it this time, after a few days, when he started to work, he was afraid to die under the sword.

Feeling the last life, the last strength is also gone. Dou Ling really breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he was arrogant.

"God, you* this is a pothole! I want to die in the hands of this monster, I-"

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and squinted at this sin. For this person, although he is disgusted and inferior, but this God, he also has a bit of resentment, listening to this sinus is really ridiculous, quite a bit of refreshing feeling.

Suddenly, my heart was shocked. Zong Shou suddenly turned his head and saw the first snow behind him. He had already opened his eyes. It is the scene that looks at the scene. Looking at the corpses in front of them, they were dying, and finally they gradually turned into dust and collapsed. When you look at the sect, there are both unbelief and fear in your eyes.

Zong Shou gave a wry smile, but this girl did not hold back. He knew the situation and the impact on the human heart was too great. Even if it has been bloody, the first snow that has experienced killing is equally difficult to bear.

I looked at my hand again, and the gray gas had already dispersed. The power of the cold around them has also retreated before the interest rate.

But his hand is still pale. Although the dead air did not enter the body, it also affected his body.

If you look closely, you can see that skin is already aging to near middle age. Fortunately, it is already peeling at the moment. It is estimated that after three days, it can be recovered.

This is the price of using the Styx to kill the sword. With his current cultivation, every time he uses a quarter of an hour, he will lose one month's life.

The higher the cultivation, the stronger the dead end of the gathering, the more life will be spent, even if it is a thousand-year-old Wu Zong, who can still live for a long time.

But this is secondary, and the real cost is not here. Whenever he uses the heart of the Sword to kill the sword, his feelings will be indifferent. If you accumulate more, you will become a person with no feelings.

The words of Chu Xue said that the things themselves are not good or bad, and they are used in the regularity and in the evil.

But if it is the attack itself, it can affect people's feelings, it will only be a tragedy. This is the essence of magic power sorcerer -

At the time of his previous life, it took him a long time to restore the emotions of normal people.

This set of swords is determined to be hurtful and -

If possible, he does not want to use it all his life. I don't want to be snowy at first, and see him at the moment is like a person, like a charm, not a charm.

A sigh, Zong Shou will put the Thunder's sword back and put it back. At this moment, Xiaojin seems to be affected by the dead air and is frozen.

Zong Shou is busy injecting infuriating, so that Xiao Jin’s body is warming up. Then I only listened to the first snow, and my eyes were full of mí drunk worship. "Young master, when you have white hair, it’s really cool and cool!"

This handsome cool word, the first snow is learned from the Zongshou, I do not know what it means. But at this moment, I can only think of these two words to describe my own family.

I was thinking about the white hair, and it would be best if I didn’t return. See the hair of Zong Shou. From the beginning of the hairpin ~www.readwn.com~ in a blink of an eye, it turned into a black sè.

Zong Shouqi laughed and laughed. Looking at the demon slaves again, the face sè turned into a cold.

The girl of the fox family has long since lost her life. It was only after the clearing of the fine elements that only supported the interest rate.

The rest of the situation is also creepy. I saw a **** worm that turned out from his mouth and nose.

What is even more depressing is that these people have almost no feeling about it.

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The only thing that can be thought of is to let these people get out of the way. ! .