Heavenly Venerable

The woman, who is called elder sister, is stunned. Although she is ugly, no one is allowed to use this kind of words to describe her. This is her rebellious scale and she will die if she touches it.

Her face and flesh all gathered in a ball, which fat mouth open boss, and issued a roar, rushed to Han Zhilong.

When she was in mid air, she stopped suddenly because she found Han Zhilong was changing.

Han Zhilong's thick eyebrows are being cut. It looks like his torn big eyes are shaping. The whole face is slowly adjusting.

Han jiuer knows the way and has a vision.

Han Wuxuan abstains from color and worships nature.

Han Zhilong becomes beautiful?

Boom, a dark light came out of Han Wuxuan's body.

He's going to be here today.

The sky suddenly covered with dark clouds. An electric light shot down and hit Han Zhilong. When the electric light dissipated, Han Zhilong showed another appearance.

Tall and powerful, he grew a pair of dark arms.

Han Zun has two sons and a daughter. All this has been said by Han Zun himself. No one has seen Han Zhilong's wife, and no one knows where his three children come from. It seems that all this is sudden.

Han Zhilong's fists are electrified and emit endless blue light.

Zizi's a, Han Zhilong issued a roar, a black inflammation from her mouth.

Black inflammation straight rushed to ugly woman.

"Do you think I'll be afraid? You'll die for me!" The woman with the advantage of her own cultivation directly rushed in the past, she is ready to hard carry the black inflammation.

Boom!

The two collided.

There was a force of sweeping, which broke a crack in the ground.

Han Zhilong's diligence and talent are not inferior to Yang Fan!

There was also a crash in the city. As a check on the existence of the city master, Wang Shutong and the swordsman in the door were going to have a meeting inside and outside. As soon as they got to the street, it was dark. They stopped and saw a roadblock on the spacious street by the glimmer of lightning.

The passer-by sits on a chair with a table in front of him. There are two cups of tea on the table. This cup of tea will determine the fate of Wang Shutong.

"Brother Wang, it's dark. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?"

A thunderous flash of lightning showed half of the face of the man who was standing in the way. This was a middle-aged man.

"Mr. Zhao, if you want to stop me, don't be afraid that I will go to your Majesty's place to read your book?" Wang Shutong's face was old and spicy, and the man with black cotton cloth in his plain clothes raised his right hand with a sword to stop him.

"Brother Wang, you used to be in the imperial court, but you were called" every day should be handed over to the spirit of the earth ". Although they all said that your position was a move that the emperor had no right to make you famous?" Mr. Zhao has a playful face.

"Hum, I'm loyal to the emperor. I'll go back after ten years. Don't talk nonsense." Wang Shutong was red in the face with anger.

Zhao Ba ye put his two hands on the table and made a tower shape, "so do you want to drink this cup of tea or not?"

There are many times when a quiet voice works better than a roar.

Wang Shutong looked at the angry face, his heart trembled, he asked softly, "blind man, how many chances do you have for him?"

When the swordsman heard this, he said wildly, "I'm not his opponent beyond ten steps. He will die within ten steps!"

Zhao Ba Ye immediately laughed after listening, "I heard it."

"So what if you hear that? Can you let us take three steps forward?" Wang Shutong was in a bad mood.

"It doesn't matter. I'll just give you time to decide whether to drink tea or not. Time will come to the table for you." Zhao Baye and his confidence.

Now he should be guarding the city gate, but because of the ugly woman, Han Zhilong didn't embarrass him either. He just had to guard Wang Shutong in this street.

Wang Shutong looked at them, they took a step forward, he lowered his head.

They had already gone three steps forward, and Wang Shutong stopped, "how is that enough, blind man?"

The blind swordsman shook his head. "A few more steps!"

"You Wang Shutong is very angry, but unfortunately there is no way, but in order to live, he can only continue to go on.

Soon they took a few more steps.

"Is that enough?"

"No, just a few steps forward!"

The closer he gets, the more steps the blind man says, and the uglier Wang Shutong's face is.

They didn't stop until they hit the table.

"What do you think?" Asked Mr. Zhao.

Wang Shutong took a look across the table. Zhao Baye frowned slightly. "Now it's 100% of the distance you said. Don't start!"

With his roar, the blind swordsman drew his sword.

There is a principle in practicing Kendo, that is, you must see blood when you put out a sword.

Whether it's your own blood or someone else's blood.

As a congenital Kendo monk, his sword is much more fierce than Jian you's.

But how could Zhao Baye be a fuel-efficient lamp? The reason why he didn't do it was because there was something wrong with this sword.

When the sword was about to stab Han Zun, he suddenly came back and cut off Wang Shutong's head.

The blind swordsman went to Wang Shutong's head and held his head in his arms to present it to Zhao Baye.

"Eighth master, he asked me to kill you, so I killed him."

Zhao Ba Ye gave him a deep look, took his tea cup and looked at it. "Do you know what kind of grass is the most annoying?"

"Back to the eighth master, I know that a kind of grass will produce a bad smell from germination. It loves to grow in the farmland, so the common people hate it very much. Although the eighth master is a monk, he is also a businessman. He likes to wander in the fields, so this kind of grass should be extremely annoying." The blind swordsman put his head on the table and watched Zhao Baye drink tea. He saw Zhao Baye smash the cup on the table and smash his head open.

There is not much blood in the head, but this tight environment is enough to alert the swordsman.

"What I hate most is weeds! If it's windy there, it's blowing there! " Zhao eight Ye suddenly patted the table, the table fell apart, but there was no Wang Shutong's head miserable.

The swordsman was stunned. When he came back to himself, master Zhao had already punched him.

This punch did not have any waves. The rain just fell behind him was directly shaken away.

It took a long time for the rain to continue.

He looked up outside the city and saw a dazzling light, which destroyed everything where it passed.

In the center of the light is a sword.

Zhao Baye, who was pierced by the light, found that the light was not light, but a small sword. His body was gradually destroyed. He wanted to run home to protect his family, but his legs had turned into ashes and he fell to the ground.

There was no pain, only the feeling of ants scurrying on the body.

Knowing that the vision would be dark, he remembered that his family had already left, and the poor people in this city.

In the first year of the new calendar of Chu state, the star city was turned into a ruin. No one was alive. Some passers-by saw a handsome man with a pair of black wings and a man with a tall horse and a big monkey face.