Divine Brilliance

Chapter VII Chapter Million Gambling (Second Request for Monthly Pass)

See that Xie An, take care of himself. Zong Shou is secretly shaking his head. This is a great sword, and it can kill everything. What is the use of Shou?

Intentionally reminded, but when you think about Xie An, even if it is attacking, I am afraid that there is no half chance of winning. Can only be a slight sigh and shake his head, patted the shoulders of the first snow.

"Snow, those few people are not expected, this time I can only see you. Don't lose too much, remember, this time if you give your family a shame! Then you are not allowed to eat for ten days-"

The first snow ‘ah’, a little overwhelmed. Like Yuan Fei with a sword, such a seventh-order peak, can not stop this yù a sword, this sixth-order, and where can it be that yù ù opponent? The lesser is simply not reasonable!

Uneasy in my heart, suffering from loss, but inexplicable, some leaping y.

Zong Shou did not go to comfort, but instead looked at the sky. Squatting from the sword, to the top two hundred feet.

At this time, almost everyone’s line of sight is paying attention to yù and two people. Except for the dozen or so strong men above the ninth order, no one paid attention to his movements.

And here, m squatted for a while. Zong Shou is a brow, and suddenly goes to the front of the sky, taking two steps.

There is no prohibition to stop, but the scene before him. Then it was changed, and it was already in a loft.

Looking around, I saw the back, and it was a three-foot-sized courtyard. Before the checkbox in this attic, you can overlook the scene below.

The Korean side is sitting on a rocking chair, full of embossed faces, yīn sinking. The eyes are sharp and I look at it.

On the right side of the person, there is also a case and a rocking chair.

In the case of Zongshou, the gloss flashed. On the case, he took a fist size, yàn red yù drops of fruit, bite down.

I only feel that the fragrance is fragrant, full of juice, and it is also the entrance. Compared to his best syrup, there is a bit of lusciousness.

It’s really red yù with a fruit, and it’s rumored to take one, so that the fourth-order martial arts martial arts can raise the whole level of the spirit.

The reason is that it is secretly screaming, and the Korean side keeps on the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures floor every day. He thought that this Korean brother lived there.

On weekdays, there is no mountain in the water, but I don’t care if this old man has a fairy house that can be moved. The psionic powers here are comparable to those of the sacred world.

And these innate powers, the red yù containing the fruit, can not be used as a snack.

Sure enough, it is a godland that has lived for thousands of years. Even if it is kept in the Cangsheng Palace for many years, the wealth of the family is far from being able to look back!

A scream of 锵 又 was heard from the ear, and Zong Shou looked down. I saw that in front of the y, the black cháo filled again, inside a sword shadow, with countless black sè lightning strike.

When the black sè flashed, the shield in front of Xie An was almost instantly penetrated!

And those escorts, though struggling with the Savior. However, I saw that there was a black sword that was like a magical thing. It was just a violent spin, so that the seven-step escorts of those seven-step escorts were wounded and retired. Then a sword slammed on Xie An's body.

Just listening to it is a muffled sound of awning, Xie An's entire body, was immediately hit dozens of feet away.

A few protective spirits arranged around the body are falling apart. The purple gold gown worn on the body is also shredded.

An eighth-order vest of the spirits is completely broken.

Zong Shou frowned and shouted! Break the law, as long as it is absolutely yin, see the weakness. All the spirits, in front of this great sword, are dross. However, today, this is absolutely yin, it can be regarded as a mercy.

That sword, seemingly hot, did not actually hurt Xie An, but only broke the spirit of his body, all broken.

The South Korean side is silent and immersed in meditation. After a while, I turned my head again. Cold and cold asked: "You let the first snow come on, what is the plan? What is the mystery of nòng?"

Zong Shou laughed and said nothing, went to another rocking chair and sat down. I also took a glass of wine for myself. Carefully took a sip and couldn't help but frown. This is definitely Bailing Qiongye. After a hundred grams, you can sell the price of a hundred and nine stone.

How old is this Korean old man?

He knows that he can't drink alcohol, so he doesn't dare to drink too much. Fortunately, this small mouth is not drunk. It’s just a little red.

It is in the body, because of the ritual of the glaze of the glaze and the darkness of the cold, the soul is close to the dry soul, and it is full. A spirit fruit, a small mouthful of wine, let him do his best.

Seeing the look of the South Korean side, it is becoming more and more intolerant, and more and more it is yīn. Zong Shou only looked at it and said: "If I say Cher, I can resist the yù ten swords and more. I don't know if you are trustworthy?"

The Korean side looked awkward and carefully looked at the first snow and looked at it carefully. The seal symbol and the ground-filled character on this nv have been removed.

However, no matter how he observes, he only feels this nv, but the real power is more powerful than others, and the foundation of ròu is extremely solid. Then there is the fact that among the souls of the soul, there are twelve true symbols, and the spiritual law is considered to be the upper middle.

Other than that, there is nothing surprisingly surprising that it is unremarkable.

This nv wisdom, in his eyes, is really not smart, not worth mentioning. I want to come to this year and a half, and I will not learn too much swordsmanship.

It’s strange to say that I don’t know how it was done in the first snow. With her enlightenment, she can actually gather twelve true symbols -

Inexplicable, I also remembered what he said to him when he was a year and a half ago.

- This apprentice does not accept, don't regret it in the future.

Even if he shook his head slightly: "I have no prejudice against this nv! She is a soul-forged tiger bone. This kind of qualification is enough for my disciples. It can be too young to resist the cross." Still worse than the heat -"

Zong Shou heard a smile, lying on the rocking chair, constantly shaking: "What about a gamble? I will gamble on your fairy."

The South Korean side couldn’t help but scream, and this guy, but full of confidence, immediately fell asleep: "Bet can be, just the younger brother, you can now have the same price bet?"

The look of Zong Shou suddenly froze. The South Korean side did not seem to see it, and then said: "Well, if you win, then I will give you a million merits. If you lose, give me the lord of the sacred palace for a ten-year term. —"

Zong Shouwei has an eyebrow, a million merits and a ten-year-old palace, which is not worthwhile.

"There are fewer million, at least two million! The Lord of the School of Cangsheng, this is a laborious work. Look at the literary master, they are like a little old man-"

"Yes!" Han Fang smiled a little, then his eyes glimpsed: "If you are arrogant and arrogant, how much do you have with him now?"

Zong Shou sighed slightly and did not answer. Lying in the chair, constantly shaking and shaking, yelling at the old Korean man, still can't believe it.

But think about it too, if you don't know the body of the first snow. Who would have thought that this is unremarkable, and that it is a small gimmick that is less than seven steps, and can compete with the sword scorpion?

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After a quarter of an hour, this time and space crack, the atmosphere has been suppressed to the extreme.

Nearly thousands of disciples here at Cangsheng Road are all eyes-on fire, and they are fixed in the field. And the people who watched the war around them all held their breath and avoided the thorns of these sacred disciples, and they were on the verge of collapse.

The six men and six wars, the top five, are all defeated by a sword. Destroyed, no one can resist a sword. Even if the last Guo Yan, just rushed to resist the three swords, he was cut off.

Standing about three hundred feet away, the surface of the thunder is very complicated. After a while, I sighed with a sigh of relief: "This is absolutely yin, it is really embarrassing to start! It seems that I really want to talk about the autumn, but I really don't keep it!"

In the past, it was absolutely yin and challenged the patriarchs. It is really aimed at honing swordsmanship, and it will never force people. This time, it is completely suppressed! The eight-order majestic power, the high swordsmanship, the peak martial arts idea. The three match, and even the top five jīng English disciples of the Cangshengdao Palace can't take the sword!

"I look at Guo Wei, the strength should be slightly better than me -"

That is to say, if this is absolutely yù, full force shot. He may not even be the enemy of this thundering triad.

The face sè bitter, a strong smile, Su Chen looked around again: "I see Cangsheng Road this time, I am afraid that it is a miscalculation. If you can not find a suitable candidate, turn the tide, this time I am afraid to lose face and lost home. ""

I saw that around the monks, the monks of the various sects of the sects were either sneer or sullen, or fluttering.

The thunder is also a microscopic eyebrow, knowing that Su Chen said it is true. People in this world can not care what the truth is. They will only take it for granted that the so-called jīng English disciple of the generation of Cangshengdao can't even pick up a sword.

"I don't know who is the next war-torn person in the world?"

The seventh person, the last candidate, should also be the generation of the eternal life, the strongest disciple, the finale. In addition to this Guo Wei, he really did not hear other characters, is it to talk about autumn?

At that time, the opposite side of the ~www.readwn.com~ 10,000 Yu Cangdao disciples, have also returned to God, and then look at it.

"who is the next?"

"I remember that in the few names that Fang Caigong said, the last one seems to be called Xuechu?"

"Is she? I am talking about the mén disciple in the protection of the chief of the autumn? I remember the little girl, it seems that the strength is not sixth."

"The Lord of the House, how are they chosen? How can it be the sixth order?"

Everyone’s sight is on the sī, trying to find the trace of this 'snow'.

The first snow was a little lost, and the brain was repeatedly repeated. It was the sword that Zong Shou two years ago.

It was not until the eyes of everyone looked at them that they were surprised. Being counted by countless roads with suspicious huò and incomprehensible sight, first panic luàn. Subconsciously want to retire, and immediately realize what, bite his teeth and walk forward,

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