He Has a Dragon

This middle-aged man, wearing a black robe with a tiger-back bee waist and a golden ratio of inverted triangles, had thick black hair on his head that was coiled up and pinned with a jade jade. The lines on his face were like sculpture. Looks hard and cold. (Baidu search) basket. color. book. bar,

In the eyes of the mulberry fields, the situation was unpredictable, and he could not see the joy and anger in his heart.

"Nanhua Blood Sword, Cold Water"

Nan Huaiyuan saw the middle-aged man strolling from the air, with deep fear and fear in his eyes, said Shen Sheng.

At this time, I saw the middle-aged man calling Hanshui Shui came to Nan Huaiyuan and stopped not far. He looked at the other expressionlessly, the disgust in his eyes flashed away, and then said coldly: "Give you ten The time of interest disappears in front of Han, otherwise there is no need to leave. "

"You" Nan Huaiyuan stiffened, and the sullenness in his heart could not help but make the pale face flashes of crimson red.

After waiting for Nan Huaiyuan to open his mouth, he felt only a flower in front of him, and Han Zhishui poked out a palm and patted him on the chest.

"boom"

Nan Huaiyuan was too late to respond, and the seemingly fragile palm of his hand was printed on his chest.

With a gurgling noise, Nan Huaiyuan's blood spewed out. At this moment, Han Lingshui flickered and stood back to his previous air position.

Nan Huaiyuan, who had been seriously injured, was caught by the cold water and could no longer support it. He could not continue to float and fly in the air, and fell straight to the ground.

When it was five or six meters above the ground, Nan Huaiyuan finally gave a strong breath, barely holding his figure, and fell to the ground with difficulty, then looked up at a black robe in the air, cold and frosty.偌 Water.

"There are six breaths."

The sound was thunderous, and the trembling cold water was carrying his hands and said slowly.

Stopped, Han Yushui looked down at Nan Huaiyuan on the ground, disdainfully said: "Han has been in retreat for more than ten years. This time, he came out of the mountain at the command of the head, and is unwilling to kill the ring for the time being. It is your luck. Hurry up. Go "

Regarding Han's temperament, Nan Huaiyuan walked in the martial arts world all his life. Of course, he guessed that the other party was disdainful to fall into the stone. Otherwise, how could this kill be so easy to talk to, it would have been so late. I, instead of staying abreast, fluttered lightly.

My heart changed, and Nan Huaiyuan, who was so lucky, dared to say a word, let alone look at him with cold eyes, and saw that he moved his dilapidated body and took a difficult pace, but still extremely fast. Flee in the direction of Forty-nine City.

There is no way, if he does not escape within six breaths, Nan Huaiyuan is sure that the ruthless killer known to passersby will really leave himself here, and will never be able to return to martial arts.

At this time, Wang Le, who was hiding nearby, first looked up and still stood at a high altitude, like a statue of cold water, muttering in his heart, "Nanhua Blood Sword, is this person related to the Nanhua concept?"

At the time when the cold water came, Nan Huaiyuan's words also made Wang Le, who opened the eyes of the delusion, clear, and knew the blood sword of Nanhua through the mouth shape of the other party.

But this time is not the time when the source of the cold water is considered, when Wang Le, who is invisible, puts away his gaze towards the cold water of the high altitude, and then looks towards the distance, which is about to disappear into the south of Huaiyuan, and can't help but show his face. Murderous

"While he is ill, ask him to die" Wang Man blinked in his eyes, a cruel smile hung in the corner of his mouth, and said secretly in his heart.

The so-called opportunity is never lost. In this case, of course, Wang Le will not let go of this rare opportunity. After all, the deadly feud between him and Nan Huaiyuan cannot be resolved, and sooner or later it will be over.

It is a habit to keep everything in his hands and keep himself active in Wang Le. If you let Nan Huaiyuan's irregular bomb go, it is not his Wang Le.

Mind turned, and Wang Le, who was invisible, glanced deeply at the blood of Nanhua Blood Sword in the sky, and chased in the direction of Nan Huaiyuan.

Under the lock of the delusional eye, Nan Huaiyuan has not escaped from Wang Le's lock. Even if the other party flees as fast as possible, it will not help, let alone a serious injury.

When the stealthy Wang Le went to hunt and kill Nan Huaiyuan, he saw that he was standing still in the sky, and the cold water carrying his hands disappeared in the same place, and then a blink of an eye appeared at a high altitude, and then again It flickered and disappeared, moving like lightning to the direction of Forty-ninth City, and his body was so strange that he was half as good as the previous flood.

In this way, the end of the song scattered, leaving a mess.

The fighter was still roaring, patrolling back and forth, and the crashed fighter crashed into the nearby lake, which was a blessing in misfortune. The parachuting pilot was wandering in the air and falling to the ground.

Unconsciously, in the late autumn evening, the sun is already shining in the west, and the dark clouds have dispersed after the cold water left, as if nothing had happened.

The robe was broken and covered with blood. Nan Huaiyuan was like a bereavement dog. Most of his internal bones were broken and shattered, and he was seriously injured one after the other. At this moment, he felt unprecedented weakness. Even if he had a powerful mid-level martial arts practice, he could not change this. Cruelty to everything.

The traffic is full, the lights are brilliant, and the four or nine cities are so bustling and noisy, but this has nothing to do with Nan Huaiyuan who fled in the dark. All he can feel is the coldness, from the heart to it.

"These evils of exile will definitely be repaid in the aftermath of poverty, so that you might as well die."

Identified the position, and walked through the urban area to the suburbs of the four or nine cities, which is also the place where Tianxiang Pavilion is located. Nan Huaiyuan secretly vowed angrily.

"Nanhua's blood sword is cold and cold, and the poor road must make you forget about it ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ This guy is willing to kill his wife, so let ’s admit it."

The thought of Han Xishui's past deeds, Nan Huaiyuan couldn't afford revenge.

"It's not good for anyone to come to the Forty-nine City. Why did you get this ruthless one? The poor fortune is really a tragedy. The cold water is jammed in the teeth."

Sadly reminded Nan Huaiyuan can only complain about his bad luck, lamenting secretly.

Before that, he was arrogant and disdainful that the palm of the cold water that fell into the stone and killed him was a sympathetic hand, but for the seriously injured Nan Huaiyuan, it was the last straw that crushed the camel.

Otherwise, Nan Huaiyuan can still fly from the air to Tianxiangge Retreat with his teeth, so there is no need to run away on the ground.

For Nan Huaiyuan, the place where he can hide and heal now is relatively familiar with Tianxiang Pavilion.

But Nan Huaiyuan never expected that the cold water would be disdainful, someone rushed to do it, and kept silently trailing behind him ~ search the basket color, you can read the whole chapter later

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