Nine Yang Sword Saint

The people around him were shocked. The slash of Ximenyan went down. I was afraid that this savage would become coke in an instant and could not die any more.

And this girl was furious, and another jade wrist shook gently. The original snow white jade wrist had an extraordinarily beautiful little dragonfly.

"Hey..." A fiery red arrow shot in general.

Such a close distance, Yangdingtian can not hide. Yang Dingtian instinctively hits the palm of his hand, and the small arrow that flies from the sky is suddenly shot.

Suddenly, the small arrow slammed into the palm of Yangdingtian, but directly turned into the energy of fiery horror, violently penetrating the palm of Yangdingtian and piercing his chest.

At the same time, Yang Dingtian's right hand became red like a fire, and according to the inertia, he pressed directly on the girl's shocking chest.

Amazing size, amazing resilience, amazing slippery, amazing feel.

However, Yangdingtian had no blessings, and the girl was suddenly pressed by her palms on the top of her breasts, and then she exclaimed, and she was so angry that she slammed her arm.

At the same time, Ximenyan's flaming whip slammed on the top of Yangdingtian.

Yangdingtian seems to have been thundered, and three very fierce fiery energy slammed into the body, as if to tear the entire body in an instant.

Suddenly, the body of Yangdingtian violently violently, and the blood of the whole body began to boil.

"Ah..." A mad voice, Yangdingtian seized the girl's little hand, and looked at the girl with a anger. The mouth was filled with a bit of hot blood and slammed a few meters, and instantly fell to the ground. Not saving!

The girl only felt a hot face, and the beautiful face like jade was directly sprayed by the blood of Yangdingtian. In fact, she can completely avoid her cultivation, but although she is very arrogant, she has never killed anyone. At this time, she suddenly killed a person under anger and stayed for a while.

After a while, the force of a yang-topped hand, the small mouth trembled: "Dare to dare, dare to touch me..., there is a lingering death!"

Then, she still needs to take away the flame ornaments in front of the Yangding Tianzhu, but with a slap in the face, she did not break away from the palm of Yang Tiantian. She could have used the mysterious force to fly the "corpse" of Yangdingtian directly out of the tens of meters, but the Yangdingtian was afraid that the bones of the body would be broken, but after hesitating, she did not use mystery, but with Their own strength is desperate to break free.

Simon's face was cold, and he pulled out the sharp blade directly, and he had to smash the palm of Yangdingtian.

"Don't let go! Still can't stop?" Suddenly, there was a burst of anger and anger in the distance. It was the voice of a middle-aged man. It was very far away, but it seemed to ring in the ear, shocking the whole heart and lungs, and letting Ximenyan move. .

"The city owner is here!"

Everyone is kneeling down and kneeling on the snow.

At the same time, a few strings of horseshoes are coming from far and near, and a compelling breath is coming!

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Yang Dingtian seems to be in the Monkey King of Taishang Laojun, and is always burned by fierce flames. Even in a coma, he feels extremely painful.

This is not the same as the pain of washing the marrow. This kind of pain is completely violent. To completely shred the body of Yangdingtian, you must directly kill him. Therefore, although in a coma, Yangdingtian is still suffering from death.

Until a pair of soft palms pressed against his heart, then a cool breath suppressed the fiery heat. Then, the mouth seemed to be filled with cold liquid, and suddenly the whole body seemed to suffer from the rain and rain after the drought.

Even in a coma, countless thoughts surged in his mind, leaving his whole mind uneasy in a coma.

"My flame ornaments, I don't sell, I will pay for the ornaments..."

Yang Dingtian screamed, then slammed up and woke up.

At this time, he was not in the snow, but in a luxurious and warm room, lying on a large soft bed, standing on the bed with a gentle and handsome middle-aged man, wearing a plain robes, eyes Warm, face like crown jade, squatting on the body, only the jade crown of the hair can only see his wealth.

"You finally woke up." The middle-aged man was gentle.

Yangding Tianyi touched his chest and found that the flame ornaments had disappeared. He suddenly yelled in Maori, but he didn’t know what Maori language should say about my flame ornaments, so he only shouted out the words of me. .

"What? My daughter robbed you of something?" The middle-aged man asked, using the universal language of the world.

Yang Ding Tianxin was shocked. The girl named Yan Yan (milk) was the daughter of this person. She could not know if she had taken away her flame ornaments as a father. The girl who bought the flame ornament can also be said to see the hunter heart. The middle-aged man in front of him is pretending to know that his daughter has taken away the flame ornaments.

"Don't he recognize the flame ornaments? Impossible? Master said that this flame ornament is only known to the teacher and the sister." Yang Dingtian heart is secret, but still pretends to understand the other party's words, shouting in Maori Things are still me.

"Little brother, you don't have to be a Maori savage. I am very proficient in Maori barbarism. You are very uncomfortable." The middle-aged man smiled warmly, even though he was exposed to Yangdingtian, he still gave people a kind of spring breeze. a feeling of.

After a slight change in his face, Yangdingtian hesitated for a while, using the language of the world: "Your daughter took my flame ornaments? Please return it to me. Although it is not worth the money, it is very Important and very memorable."

"My daughter has been locked up by me. I don't know the conflict between you. Because I have to wait for you to wake up and tell me, I will not listen to the words of my daughter and the warriors." Middle-aged man Road: "If she really snatched your things, I will definitely give it back to you."

Although Yang Dingtian’s heart is still vigilant, but his face is one and, “Thank you, senior!”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and then recruited to ask: "Go and call the lady."

"Yes, Master." One person outside should answer.

About ten minutes later, the door was opened, and a fragrant wind came in. The girl came in and suddenly seemed to be a flame that lit the whole house.

The little girl's face was awkward, but she was still full of reluctance. When she saw Yang Dingtian woke up, her face was slightly loose, but then it was full of chill.

The middle-aged man’s face turned from a gentle look, his eyes fixed on his daughter, and slowly asked: “Let’s say, now you can say what happened?”

Then, his face turned to Yang Dingtian, and he smiled softly: "Little brother, if she said anything wrong, you can point it out, I will never favor my daughter."

"Hey, he is a Maori savage, can't understand what we are talking about."

"You don't care, say you, what's going on?" The middle-aged man screamed, and the girl's body suddenly shuddered, seemingly awesome to her father.

"At the time we were on the road, suddenly this savage rushed out to stop our way. I heard Yan Da Ge, they said it was a Maori savage, I thought that the Maori had been extinct for several years, so I was curious to come out and see. There was nothing to look at, so I asked Yan Big Brother to drive him away. I had to go back to the car, but I saw this flame hanging on the chest."

"Hey, you know..." the girl continued.

"Call my father." The middle-aged man was cold and cold.

"Yes, father!" The girl was aggrieved and biting her teeth and continued: "Father, you know, I was born with a pulse of inflammation, so I was like a fire from an early age, so you named me Ximen Flame. I think the flame pendant on his chest is very good with me. I like it very much. So I will buy one hundred gold coins and one hundred pounds of meat."

"I gave him the gold coins and the meat, and then I went to get the flame ornaments. Who knows that this savage actually grabbed my hand, and also hit me in the palm of my hand, on my chest, every inch of my body's skin I haven’t been touched by a man. Even the close-fitting clothes are made by Ningning’s sister, let alone he is a savage. When I’m in a hurry, I shot my fire arrow and slammed it down, and Yan’s brother was in a hurry. And a whip hit the past, then the savage vomited blood to the ground, I thought he was dead..."

After listening to the girl’s narrative, the middle-aged man asked Chaoyang Tiantian: “Is this the case? Is it like she said?”

Yangding nodded and said: "Yes, but Miss Simon did not ask if I would like to sell."

"You are not a Maori savage?" Ximen Yanyan said with a sigh: "Your flame ornaments are worthless~www.readwn.com~ I gave a hundred gold coins. Who would not sell them? Then, you Why are you trying to grab my hand?"

"Let's relax!" The middle-aged man slammed with anger.

Suddenly, the whole room slammed, and the candle swayed violently, and the flame instantly shrank several times.

"The bracelet on your wrist is not worth the money. Someone wants to buy a thousand gold coins. Are you willing?" The middle-aged man was cold.

"Of course I don't want to, this is what my mother gave me. I don't sell much money." Ximen Yanyan.

"So why do you think this little brother is willing to sell her flame ornaments?" The middle-aged man yelled: "Do you have the power to buy someone else's things? Just because you are the daughter of the city?"

"And, just because someone else grabbed your hand and accidentally touched your body, would you hurt someone's life? Who gave you the power to slay human life?"

"You have let me down, I blame me for loving you too much, so that you are so arrogant. A girl, savage may be quite cute, but tyranny is an unforgivable sin!"

"Your Majesty!" The middle-aged man yelled.

Ximen Flame was suddenly shocked and stayed there.

"I didn't hear you, my Majesty, apologize to the little brother!" The middle-aged man yelled.

Ximen Yanyan finally heard his father's words and did not dare to set the channel: "Hey, I am your daughter."

"Your Majesty! Do you want me to say the third time?" The middle-aged man shouted coldly.