Hedonist Sovereign

"Stop! Please let me stop!" Fang Zhaohao is not easy to come back, scared to stop everyone. ,

In fact, instead of Fang Zhao’s opening, those who are rushing to the West Gate to blow the snow have already woke up, and they saw that the companions in front were all bombarded with flesh and blood. These people are no longer dare to rush.

Everyone stopped, and retired to a position more than ten meters away, watching the Ximen blowing snow. The black sheath sword in the hands of Ximen Blowing Snow was taken back, and the look was cold and impermanent. He continued to treat Yunze with healing. It was as if the flesh and blood scattered around him did not exist, just as it was not him who killed him in front.

puff!

Yunze had a big mouth, spit out a broken mouth of flesh and blood, and slowly opened his eyes: "I...not dead?"

"No, but you need to recuperate for a few days, the injury can be cured." Ximen blowing snow is not cold or hot, he will have already stopped, and stopped to help Yunze continue to heal.

Ximen Blowing Snow is now half a step to repair the truth, the body's breath is no longer the internal gas, but the more pure and rare infuriating, the real gas can be transformed into various energy elements, such as the infuriating fireball, the ice... So, Simon The infuriating snow can repair the internal organs and meridians damaged by Yunze, and let him live.

"I didn't die! Ah? What is this on the ground? You, what strength are you?" Yunze felt that his internal organs were broken. I thought this time I must die, but I didn't think I was dead. When he saw the flesh and blood on the ground, he was shocked. How could this scene be as ferocious as the 18-story hell!

At this moment, Yunze finally understood. Even before he thought that Ximen Blowing Snow was to soy sauce, there was no strength at all, but now it seems that this idea is a big mistake.

"You are not dead, the enemy's body is on the ground, I am in general strength, just half a step to comprehend." Ximen blowing snow, although the tone is cold, but seriously answered Yunze's every question.

Yunze is like a lightning bolt, lying on the spot! Half-step repair master? Yunze is the first time to see a living person.

"Less, less man, what is your sacredness? Why do you want to help Qin Feng to kill my house?" Faced with the strong wind of Ximen blowing snow, Fang’s father has begun to calm down, he directly put down the virtual shelf of the owner. This will be a respectful look at Ximen blowing snow, I am afraid that if I don’t say anything right, I will be blown out by Ximen.

"Qin Feng is my master, he told me why, I will do it!" Ximen said coldly.

"Ha? Qin Feng is your big brother? I didn't get it wrong? Shaoxia, are you being deceived by Qin Feng, a sinister villain, you can be a powerful realm, you can do it alone, how can you do it? Qin Feng’s younger brother.” Fang’s father was shocked. This Ximen blowing snow is really Qin Feng’s younger brother, and he has already seen the scene of Fang’s demise.

Hey!

The sound of the sword screamed, and the old man, who was being surprised, suddenly split his body from the eyebrows, and the crack was getting bigger and bigger. Finally, the whole person exploded directly, and the flesh and blood were 'difficult' flying in the sky, and the blood was full of splashes. There was a strong **** smell in the yard, and many people couldn’t help but vomit.

Seeing this scene, Yun Ze’s mouth was pumping, and almost a **** fell to the ground. In front of him, he was in a coma, and he did not see Ximen blowing snow. Now, when he sees it, Yunze feels terrible. Is this the strength of a half-step master? Love is very good... Oh no, killing is in an instant!

Ximen blows snow and recovers the black-skin sword. His look is still cold and ruthless. For him, killing a person is really simple with killing an ant: "Qin Feng is my master, who dares to insult him, he must!"

The sound of Ximen blowing snow and icy echoed over the courtyard. The Fang family had long been scared and couldn’t scream. I thought that the battle tonight would end. Qin Feng was killed. Ximen Blowing Snow is to make soy sauce. One out, no one can stop!

"Call! Special, scared to death, Laozi is not good, this person is no wonder that Qin Zuzong's younger brother, the same cruelty as Qin Zuzong... Losing Laozi wise, let the whole family rely on Qin Zuzong, Otherwise, it is now cut into slag, this is the real meat residue!" Zhang Hui hid in the corner of the house, this will be a while behind, but also for a while, fortunately, this bet is a betrayal.

Ximen blows snow to the generation of swordsman, or does not shoot, once the shot, but the enemy who has seen his black-skin sword will kill. I saw Ximen blowing snow and waving my hand. The black-skin swords made a white light and shadow in the air. These sword images are like eyes, and all the disciples around the house are unloaded. The **** scene, the Yunze and the seeing Zhang Hui couldn't help but spit it out.

call out!

Ximen blowing snow in the courtyard suddenly stopped, his brow slightly picked, turned to a sword and stabbed, and in the air, two black shadows appeared, the two quickly separated, the Ximen blowing snow sword stabbed, giving a sharp sword!

"It turned out that you two, the last time I dared to hurt my master, I will die for me today!" Ximen blowing snow has always had a sigh of anger on the cold and calm look, he recognized the two, it is the Amethyst Dragon Palace Black robe duo.

"Yan Bo, the white man handed it to you, I am going to deal with Qin Feng!" The black robe boy looked cold and had already rushed toward Yunze on the ground.

Yan Bo nodded slightly, and his sight fell on the body of Ximen blowing snow. The last time Amethyst Dragon Palace battle, Yan Bo suffered a loss in Ximen blowing snow. He is now the inner eight-layer strength, and he dare not underestimate the Ximen blowing snow. The presence.

"The last time I was bent on protecting the young master, I couldn’t fight with you wholeheartedly. This time, the deer is not necessarily the one who is dead!" Yan Bo’s voice fell, and the cuffs were filled with a blower, suddenly squeaking, orange The sword light flew out and forced Simon to blow away the snow.

Ximen blowing snow does not love nonsense, this will have been with the Wushen sword jumping, facing the Yan Boling's sword, Ximen blowing snow even without a sword, smashing around like water, lightly avoiding the turbulent mess Sword gas.

Seeing this scene, Yan Bo’s eyes flickered. He found that he had not seen it for a few months. The strength of Ximen’s snow blowing was greatly improved. Yan Bo did not dare to neglect. With a big hand, a dazzling orange sword was caught in his hands. The eyes are condensed, standing on the roof and smashing down.

"Nine swords, a sword!"

Bang!

A huge sword fell, with a grit of momentum. Ximen blows the snow and jumps up, and avoids the sword lightly: "Hey! The insects are small!"

Yan Bo's look dignified, and the power of Ximen Blowing Snow has exceeded his prediction. He is not retaining his strength, and he is busy with two swords falling.

"Nine swords, two swords!"

"Three swords!"

Yan Bo is an eight-storey orthodox martial art. He is mainly practicing kendo. Before meeting Ximen blowing snow, Yan Bo is proud of his sword. His cultivating 'Nine-Heavy Swords' can release nine different temperament swords. The more he goes, the stronger the sword.

However, Yan Bo's current strength can only release the first three swords, but with these three swords, Yan Bo has eliminated many of the same level of masters.

Now that Yan Bo’s three swords are in full, this is the first time he has done this. The three swords are like three shells, especially the last sword, with a strong internal atmosphere!

Hey!

The black-skinned sword in the hands of Ximen Blowing Snow waved out, and a simple sword, but a white light shadow that would condense into a substance, the two men’s swords collided in the air, making a burst of loud noise, Yan Bo Standing on the roof, I felt the brick tiles under my feet began to shake.

Bang!

After the loud noise, Ximen’s snow-blown figure disappeared for a short time. Yan Bo’s eyes were full of shocking light. He found that his nirvana sword was actually lightly resolved by Ximen Bing Xue, and Yan Bo’s return to God felt that Suddenly cold behind him, a strong murderous has covered him.

Hey!

When Yan Bo reacted to danger, everything was already late. He couldn’t do it at all. He could only avoid sideways and avoid being stabbed.

The white light flickered, and Yan Bo suddenly felt that his right arm was light. He looked down subconsciously and found that his arm had disappeared.

Blood spurted out of the wound. Yan Bo even forgot the pain. He was a sword-stricken person. The broken right arm meant that half of his strength had been abolished. Even after Yan Bo, he could use his left hand to practice the sword, but it would cost How long does it take to get the strength of today?

"Your swordsmanship is really bad, fighting with you, insulting the identity of my sword god!" Ximen blowing snow like a ghost suddenly fell behind Yan Bo, the rich death breath once again shrouded, Yan Bo heartbeat For the first time in his life, he felt this kind of fear because he really felt that he was going to die.

"Xietai, I have to hold it!" The short sword of Ximen blowing snow just fell, and the ground came up with Yunze's embarrassment. At this point, the black robe boy has already defeated Yunze, and he is about to smash the head of Yunze.

Hey!

The sword that had been stabbed to Yan Bo’s head suddenly changed direction, and the young black robes fell toward the ground. Yan Bo’s look changed greatly, and Ximen’s snow was not noticed, and a palm was shot on his chest.

puff!

Ximen Blowing Snow was shot by a palm, and his sword gas also knocked back the black robe and saved a life of Yunze.

"Yan Bo... What about your arm?" The black robe boy returned to Yan Bo and looked at Yan Bo's empty right arm. His eyes almost came out.

"Young master, let's go quickly, or we will die here!" Yan Bo did not talk nonsense, his left hand grasped the shoulders of the young master, carrying the last breath, instantly disappeared into the night.

"Xietai, are you okay?" At this time, Yunze also came to Ximen blowing snow, Ximen blowing snow pale face, is vomiting blood: "Hey? Not right, Xiongtai, how do you suddenly fall to the strength of the inner six layers You are in front of the realm of perfection!"

Feeling the breath of Ximen blowing snow, Yunze was shocked.

In fact, Ximen blows snow to the earth. The magnetic field is disturbed by the magnetic field of the earth. When he fights, he fights while resisting the disturbance of the earth's magnetic field. Otherwise, the true strength of Ximen blowing snow, Yan Bo, his opponent, he One sword killed one.

"I'm fine, let's go back to the master and!" Simon said with a sigh of snow.