Heaven Official Blessing

This sword stabs. pass the devil through the heart and kill him on the ground.

"The devil is the devil, heavenly blessing!"

On both sides of Shenwu Road, the waves are harder than the waves. In front of the gate of Zhu Hong's palace, on the round field, two daoists who played gods and demons gave a ritual circle around them and crouched back to the side. After witnessing the battle in the warm-up field, the atmosphere of the people surged. Not only the streets were filled with water, but even the roof was full of brave people, clapping their hands. shouted. cheering, dancing. and carnival.

This kind of big event is completely empty. In Xianleguo history, if you want to talk about the Shangyuan Festival tour which was said to be unprecedented, then it must be today!

On the high stage, rows of banquets and robes of princes and nobles, all with polite smiles, faced down. Inside the palace, a long queue of hundreds of people waiting here. The bell rang loudly, and the national teacher smashed a long beard that did not exist. He said: "Open the soldier!"

"in!"

"Jade girl!"

"in!"

"Music!"

"in!"

"cavalry!"

"in!"

"Devil!"

"in."

"Yue Shenwu!"

No one answered. The national teacher's eyebrows frowned and found that something was wrong. Turned and said, "Yue Shenwu Warrior? Your Majesty?"

No one has answered yet. "Devil" who only answered those words stopped and took off his green face mask and fangs, showing a white face.

The boy is around sixteen or seven years old. Her skin tone and lip color are very bright and clean. His eyes are like a pair of obsidian. It is bright and flickering. Her hair is soft and her small hair is scattered on the forehead and cheeks. It looked calm and well-behaved, in stark contrast to the cunning demon mask in his hand.

He whispered: "His Majesty is gone."

National teachers hardly faint.

It's good to remember that big things can't make you dizzy right now, and they are stunned. The heart and gallbladder burst to the ground: "This ?! How did this go ?! When did he leave? The true guard would come out of the palace door, and Huatai would come out. I only saw that the demon did not see the gods, and I could not swam out of the old bone with one bite! Why didn't you stop you ?! "

Mu Qing began to say: "I want to tell you before His Royal Highness, saying that you do not need to worry, all procedures can be as usual, he will come soon."

The national teacher was in a hurry and said: "How are you not worried? What will happen soon? When will it be? What if I don't catch up?"

Outside the palace gates, people who had waited several hours from morning until now had been unable to hold back and shout. A Daoist rushed in and said: "National Master, the poor queen of the Queen came to ask you, why is the guard of honor still not started? Ji Shi almost came, and then did not leave, it will pass."

After listening to it, the National Teacher only hoped that the rebels suddenly entered the city at this time and had ruined the Shangyuan Festival.

Actually, at this crucial moment of fate!

If this scorpion changes his personality, he will be very angry, and it is not surprising that the sword kills. This person is the proudest baby apprentice, or the noblest baby of others. You cannot defeat him, you cannot, you cannot kill him. Instead of killing him, it's better to kill yourself!

At this moment, one person passed through the dark palace gate and rushed to the palace. Lang said, "Mr. National, why don't you leave? The time is coming soon, everyone is waiting outside!"

That person is also a 16-year-old boy. His posture was very high, his head was very high, his skin was gray, and he had a long black bow and curved white feathers behind his back. His lips are tight, his eyebrows are tight, his age is shallow, his eyes are tight. When the national teacher saw the boy, he grabbed it and said, "Faithful! Your Highness Prince!"

Once he was sure, he seemed to understand what was in his eyes, and his eyes were filled with anger and anger on the side. And love has reappeared with the devil's mask, not seeing his god. Fengxin Shen Sheng said: "Now you don't have time to explain it to you! Let's go now, His Majesty will not disappoint you!"

there is no solution anymore. When Huatai withdrew, there was no pleasant god. The soldier is dead. If he doesn't come out, he will die. The national teacher waved his hand in despair, said: "Play music, start!"

By order of the orc_h_e_s_tra, long lines of long queues, one hundred royal warriors singing in high voices, taking steps, leading mighty guardians of honor, and departing.

Thirteen horses and white horses moved through the deep palace gates, slowly appearing in front of tens of thousands of people. On the stage, the black devil, wearing a skull mask, will be nine feet 斩 | Ma | knife in front, deepening the posture.

The heart of the national teacher is tense and waits for a miracle. However, the miracle did not appear. The crowd is in vain. Upstairs, the prince's aristocracy frowned slightly and looked at each other. They said: "What happened? Why were the holy warriors not on the stage?"

"Isn't His Majesty absent?"

"What about your pity?"

In the middle of the high-rise building, there was a handsome man with a handsome face, and a noblewoman with a gentle complexion and gentle eyebrows. This is the king and queen of Xianle. Not seeing the person who should have appeared, the emperor looked at the head of state with a worried look. The master took his hand and calmed his eyes, indicating that he would change his mind without worry. But the crowds on both sides of the road were not soothing, and they were even more vicious. The scream seemed to turn the roof over. National teachers just hate having the courage to commit suicide right away. However, the admiration above Huatai was very calm, the opponent was not, still conscientious, independent to complete his task, "squeaky" from a long knife, struck the ground, standing in front of him.

In the cold, this black boy completed the opening as a "demon".

Look at his face, look at his figure, and his feelings are as thin as a literary student, but the nine-foot knife is so big, in his hand, light and incomparable, as if there is no burden. Dozens of Daoists who played witches jumped on stage one by one, and another was knocked down by him and overthrown. In all fairness, the knife is heavy, and he plays very well and looks good, so some people cheer for him. However, more people did not come to see the "devil and evil people" scene, and they shouted: "What about the gods of war ?!"

"Where is His Majesty?"

"What we want to see is Emperor Wu of the Temple! That demon is back!"

Upstairs, an angry voice said, "My cousin? What kind of ghost is this ?! Who wants to see these things? F_u_c_k my cousin ?!"

You don't have to see it. This is the loudest sound. That must be Xiaojing Wang. Sure enough, many people looked up and saw a young Chinese wearing light blue brocade and a collar with a tie on the edge of a high platform. Anger slams his fist down. This boy was only fifteen or six years old, and his face was very attractive, but his face was full of breath, as if he had to jump over the fence and jump to beat people up. But this building is too high, and if you jump down, you have to break your legs. So, he took white jade tea and dropped it.

Squirting tea quickly flew to the back of the devil. Seeing that it fainted on the spot and the blood flowed, who knows, the demon was slightly wrong, and the long knife tilted, and the tea stalk was plucked at the tip of the knife.

The vibrating teacup stood firmly at the tip of the knife, causing a standing ovation. Mu Qing would once again have a long knife, the teapot flew down, and was captured by a Taoist priest. He continued to play his own demon, the knife dancing and swearing. Grace was very angry, and I was still waiting for her. The Queen asks people to come and pull, so it's easy to pull her down. However, the appearance of the royal family was increasingly dignified, and some could not sit still.

The Yue Shenwu people suddenly disappeared before the Shangyuan Festival, which was not a pleasant thing!

At this time, bursts of violent slogans broke out in the crowd, which was much louder than the previous cheers. I saw a white snow falling from the sky and falling in front of the black devil!

The man landed, and the thick white dress paved into a large flower shape on the Chinese platform, and a golden mask covered his face. He held the sword in one hand, and the other hand slid gently to Sen Jianfeng. "Oh," he said, that was good. And this action is very calm, as if you did not put the black devil in front of you. Satan slowly pointed the blade at him, and the white soldier slowly stood up.

Grace looked bright, her face flushed, jumped up, loudly: "Prince's cousin! Prince's cousin is coming !!!"

Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was stunned.

This debut is truly heavenly, brave and very!

Above Huatai, two black and white figures faced each other, and the gods and demons each waved their weapons and finally joined the battle.

Seeing that I was finally caught, the hanging National Teacher's heart stopped, and this was on a high platform. After a circle with colleagues around me, I found a place to sit and watch. The master smiled and said, "National teacher, what do you think of the debut that was so shocking? It was extraordinary."

The national teacher wiped his sweat and smiled, "It's incredible. This is just fear, this is not the thought of a younger brother, it must be His Majesty's ideas."

The queen slapped her face and said: "This child is really messed up. She even screamed and jumped from a high place, making me afraid to almost stand up."

Guoshi could not help but faintly bring a little pride, said: "These Empress Queen can be sure, Prince Edward, a martial arts expert, not to mention an area that is more than a dozen feet high, several times taller than a tower, he can also lightly close his eyes Easily loose, easy and easy. "

The emperor's emperor was intelligent, and he sighed: "National teachers have good teaching."

Guoshi Haha said: "Where is it. Prince of heaven Edward Prince, talent, talent, talent, heaven, and other princes can teach the temple, it is good luck. The minister has a hunch, and there is a prince," Today will definitely make the Yue Festival The most beautiful Shen in history. "

He said four "days" in a row, and he went to the extreme. The head of state smiled and turned to look at him. "I hope so."

In the Yuan Festival, Yueshen Warrior and Demon Warrior are the two most important characters. Both must be smart teens. In particular, holy warriors, the shape of the crown was tight, beautiful and extraordinary, after the equipment was finished, the head-to-foot line often weighed forty or fifty pounds. Under such a heavy burden, the soldiers had to spend several rounds around the city and complete at least two hours of performance. There shouldn't be a bad pool during this period. Is it necessary to have superior martial arts?

Fortunately, these two teens are very good. Knives and swords, you come to me, the battle looks good, and is very measurable, I am afraid it has been done many times. The village owner said: "Who plays the devil and the prince?"

Guoshi coughed loudly and said, "Your Majesty, that is Emperor Pole's lane, named Muqing."

The queen said softly, "I play this child is also good, only slightly weaker than the emperor, maybe about the wind?"

Listen, national teachers don't seem to agree. Grace had crouched on the queen's knees to eat wine, busy spitting out the skin of the wine, saying: "Hey! No, no! The weak ones are not small, much worse, but there is nothing compared to the prince!"

Hearing those words, the Queen smiled and touched several of her heads. A group of nobles laughed and leaned forward, and laughed and said: "Junger really got entangled in his cousin, and he didn't exaggerate in a day."

In the crowd below, shouting through the clouds: "Hit! Hit him! Kill him!"

"Kill the demon!"

This wave is increasingly turbulent. Grace is also in it, hands clasping her mouth, rather than like a trumpet, haha ​​smiles: "Prince cousin, keep going! You can defeat him with one hand, give this child a color look!"

Suddenly, the devil on the stage was cut down, and the soldier's sword went against the grid, but that was "hmm?".

It makes sense to say that on the festival tour, battles are only for the gods and performances, and the maximum score is seven points. However, after he took the knife, the sword in his hand almost flew out. Obviously, only one knife is needed and the other party uses 10% of the force.

Thanks to the slightest increase in the first, Lang said: "Muscle?"

The boy who plays the opposite demon does not speak, but it is a knife. Thank you for the mercy and innocence, "铛 铛" and "铛 铛" took a few knives and said: "This is more fun than before." As a result, the spirits also surfaced.

As a result, the sounds flowed into the sea, and the weapons rang. The more intense the play on the stage, the more roar the audience. Suddenly shouts of screams, dazzling white light, everyone "ah!" a voice, breathing hard. It turned out that the nine foot demon blade was actually taken by Yue Shenwu's thin sword, and it was thrown and nailed directly to the stone pillar on the side of the high platform. If there is a good person to draw a knife, it's actually trying to make the power of nine cows and tigers still moving. It is impossible to say: "What knife is this, how strong is this!"

Above Huatai, warrior Yueshen shook his long sword and gently shook the front of the sword. The "叮" sound was clear, and laughter came from the golden mask.

Thank you for being calm and pleasant: "Playing well. However, you are still losing."

Satan lost his weapon, half squatted on the ground, quietly speaking, but clenched his fist. Poor Xie took the sword flower, cheering in all directions, going to stab this last sword, "kill" the devil, who knows, but at this moment, shout above!

Thanks to compassion, he accepted the sword and looked up. He only had time to see a faint figure falling from the wall.

In an instant, he did not have time to think about it. Stone flames of light electricity, soles of feet, soaring and fluttering.

He flew and his arms were like wings, squats, and as light as white feathers. The hands are sturdy and hugging, and his feet firmly step on the ground. Thank you for the sigh of relief, then I looked down.

In his arms, a small boy with bandages and dirty body curled up in his arms and looked at him.