Otherworldly Evil Monarch

Chapter 39—Desperate Gentleness

He screamed a few times, and he left the night with a few steps, and the mouth was hung with bloodshot eyes, but he then took advantage of the situation and stopped half of the black masked man who was about to chase the spiritual dream princess. The long sword is like the wind, and for a time, there is a husband who is in the air, and Wanfu is in a position to open!

The black man who was headed sneered and said: "The night is cold. Our original goal is only the spiritual dream princess. It doesn't have to hurt your life, but since you are not looking for death, then our brothers have to fulfill you. "With a wave of hands, the five people launched a storm-like attack from five directions at the same time.

The night is solitary and cold, the sword grows like a snake, and a light rain forms in the blink of an eye. The mouth screams: "Who are you? There is a kind of don't hide the head and hide the tail, report it!"

"Enrollment? Since our party is masked, we don't intend to let others know our identity. It's a cold night. I think you are also a master of Tian Xuan. I will ask such a naive question and tell you that with your old face. It’s not worth knowing who we are, go underground and ask King Luo!"

The black man in the head screamed and laughed, his body rushed up, and the wide black clothes fluttered in the wind, just like to cover all the light in the world, shouting in the air: "The third child, you quickly lick the little girl." Next, when you are late, you will change, don’t have more branches, and leave us alone at night!"

Li Xiao screamed, his body slammed with a sharp, empty voice, his arms smashed, and his fingers shot with fierce strength, as if his hands were holding a long-handled sword with a blue handle, and it was falling, the giant of the sound, really Shocking!

The only one of the five men with a slender black-faced masked man screamed and pulled out of his waist; he was going to chase down in the direction of the disappearance of the spiritual dream princess.

I saw a night of screaming and shivering, the sound of the sound of the sky, the long sword like a dragon, the blue light is once again blazing, such as squally showers, continuously throwing out more than three hundred swords, forcing another four enemies in the blink of an eye. However, the black man who was headed by the sharp finger hit the left shoulder, and the sound of '啵' turned from front to back, while two blood arrows spurred!

Night cold solitary disregard of his own injuries, once again screamed! A large turn, oblique space of seven feet, with dripping blood, a head straight out, not landing is the face of the ninety-nine swords of the skull cover the rain is generally falling! The hood is a masked man with a slender black dress.

The other four people quickly caught up, but the night is so cold as if it is not life-like, sword and the enemy died together, recruiting to fight for life, just want to go to Huangquan, the same way! Hardly, with the sharp attack of the extreme to the extreme, in front of himself, a death sword net that almost blocked the entire street was laid, so that the five Tianjing masters of the same rank could not complete the half-step!

Tian Xuan master's desperate tricks, what is it?

The night of the cold is obviously moving the mind of fighting this life!

If you want to move your dreams, you have to cross the cold body of my night! Night Lonely Cold is using his own practical actions, using his own wholehearted efforts to fully devote all his soul to life, interpreting this sentence and practicing this sentence!

Every sword is out of the world, lonely and desolate!

Every sword is a crazy loneliness!

A sword hits the liver and intestines,

Loneliness and loneliness are often accompanied;

Where is the depth of the earth buried,

Solitary life alone sword!

Solitary swordsmanship!

At the moment, the solitary swordsmanship of the night is already playing to the ultimate extreme step. The whole person has only one idea to support him: never let them hurt the spiritual dream!

In addition, the night cold has entered the crazy state of forgetfulness!

I am a one-man sword!

Heaven and earth are in the sky, and the wind is in the wind!

This sword is out, send the lonely Huangquan Road!

This sword is out, rolling red dust stops!

kill!

dead!

The popular black screaming in the black, but at the moment it is impossible. Seeing the Princess of Lingmeng under the control of Du Gu Xiaoyi and Sun Xiaomei, they ran farther and farther, and they couldn’t help but bite their teeth. “Go all out! First solve this!”

The night is so cold and haha ​​laughs, the laughter is still full of desolate, the long sword spurs out, the sword goes to the middle, suddenly retreats, the lightning-like thorns to the left side of the black masked man, one step into one retreat, mixed like a natural!

Nights have been fighting for a lifetime, almost all of them are in the enemy, how rich the battle experience! At this moment, I am facing the most intimate spiritual dreams of my life, and the night is completely out of the peak of my life!

This is not the case. How can you fight against the five Tian Xuan masters who are at the same level with the power of one person at night, even if they have not fallen into the wind! Even if you have a desperate heart and the same meaning, you can achieve this record, but also enough to sing the present!

Blood on the shoulders kept flowing, but he didn't feel it! It did not affect his combat power at all!

boom! The long sword seems to have a hard touch with the weapon, and the black man on the left side retreats.

The night was solitary and snorted, and the body swayed back and forth. The long sword swayed a semi-circle, and the brilliant blue light swayed out with blood, and continued to fight with the three enemies without any resignation. The situation is old, still untouched, and rises up, the two legs are like an olfactory column, slamming, and the two palms attacked by another black masked man is hard!

A sullen sigh, the black masked man leaned back, and the night was so cold that the kite fell out, and a few bloodshot squirts in the nostrils, the black clothes were accumulating, and the night was cold in Lien Chan. After four people, they will fight against each other, and it will be self-evident!

However, the night is still cold, and the force is standing up in the air. The fluttering and swaying has stopped another black masked man who just got out of it.

This person is the second disciple of Zhou Shouming who has no tears. His life is the most violent. He sees the night as if he is not dead. He is so entangled in his heart that he has long been intolerant. He suddenly screams and raises his sword. Your majesty! This sword has already focused on the whole body, and if you want to dodge at night, you must give way! If you do not avoid it, it is still not optimistic with its current physical condition, and it is very likely that it will die.

The night was solitary and cold, and the eyes were red, and a cold, suddenly slammed back; Zhou Jianming was overjoyed and rushed over. However, after the night of the lonely winter, he returned to the original position at almost the same time. The long sword was like the wind, and Dangdang was the third sword in the sword that Zhou Jianming had cut down!

Night cold can be said to have a budget, and Zhou Jianming has accumulated momentum to the peak, the spirit has been vented, the so-called one-burning, and then decline, three exhausted, then connected to the night of the three swords, instantly turned from weak to weak, a few Nearly exhausted, Zhou Jianming only felt that his chest was slammed three times by the smashing hammer! Can't help but look a white, squat back, take a few steps, wow a spit of blood.

His own skill is actually not weaker than the night, but he has never been walking in the mountains all the year round. He is usually only a teacher and brother between the brothers and sisters. Compared with the super killer, it is a difference of 100,000 miles. Therefore, although the two sides are evenly matched, they have suffered a big loss in the fight!

This is still more than the night before the cold, the injury is not light, the mysterious gas consumption, or the master has passed the life and death for a moment, this difference is enough to go to Zhou Jianming's life!

It’s a pity that the night is so cold, if you just hit it, tear the other’s encirclement, or you have the opportunity to retreat! Even though this night seems to have the upper hand, it is not easy to say that the body is being countered by the other side. It is difficult to make a self-reporting look. The long sword quickly draws a half arc, trembles and covers the whole body. . But he only had time to do this step, and his breath was almost stagnant in his throat, and he couldn't be as flexible as before!

A fierce battle, recruiting desperately, can be said to have consumed most of the strength of night cold! As a person, independent of the five siege masters of the same level of the siege, night cold can have the support of the attack and support to the present, is already a miracle!

If the sword is like a rainbow, first ask for the first sound of death. Even if the sum of the other five is not as cold as the night, it is a pity that the manpower is sometimes poor. At this moment, the night cold has gradually turned into a light.

When the whistling sound began, the four people were shocked to see that Zhou Jianming almost died, and could not help but squint with a red eye. Everyone’s eyes are full of shame and anger! One of the five days of my own master, is actually blocked by the other side of life! This is a great shame!

Victory and defeat, here!

A bitter smile in the heart of the night, it seems that today, the old life is to stay here! I don’t know the dream of the girl, she... escaped without...

The faint blue light on the body is once again blazing, like a sky superstar that radiates a ray of light, and the night is so cold that the remaining mysterious singularity is concentrated in this shot!

Zhou Jianming screamed in anger, leaping in the air, followed by the four brothers and brothers, attacking the night chilling volley!

The night is cold and accurately calculates the timing of the other's weapons. The blood red in the eyes does not know when it has disappeared. Instead, it is a calm and deep squat in the still waters and deep pools!

The only thing that he can't understand is that the battle has taken place for a short period of time. So far, no one has come to pick it up yet? Where are the guards of Princess Ling Meng? Why are the masters in the palace still not present?

But now is not the time to consider this!

The eyes were solitary and cold, and finally looked in the direction of the Imperial City!

This eye is full of vicissitudes of life, full of deep feelings and loneliness in the sea; endless desolate, lonely; and thick...

Xiuxiu, from now on, I am afraid I can no longer protect your spiritual dreams...

Although I have never been to you, although I am tired of this life, but in the face of life and death, although I know that you are not mys... but I really, really, can't forget you, can't let you down I can't bear you...

Because you, always my heart... the softest and most sore place...

Show!

If there is no more in the future, will you be lonely? Are you still willing to give me a tear?

The night is so cold and cold, and think again, because the swords and fists of the five enemies have fallen like squally showers, instantly drowning his lonely body...

Night cold, shouting, laughing, laughing...

The long sword with resolute and decisive, his face is full of calm and welcoming!

In this moment of the heart, suddenly all the past, the sweetness of the past, the brush flashed past, vividly in sight, that year, the pure fluttering long hair in the wind soft and ethereal, that flowery smile, that noble Entrusted, deep expectations, and finally, that pair of tears filled, pretty eyes staring at themselves... slowly drifting away, blurred...

The night is so cold and cool, the corners of the mouth for 20 years, this moment, flashed a trace of gentleness from the bottom of my heart...