Otherworldly Evil Monarch

The forty-first chapter is rather negative than the sky!

The long sword in the hands of the lonely winter, in the previous bomb, went down the knees of a black masked man, and the man’s long sword was still pumping in the cold belly of the night. No twitching! The night of the cold is actually using his own muscles, and the long sword of the man is stuck!

Really fight for life!

It was this meal, and the sword had been slanted with the most fierce blood. The man screamed with anger and anger, and decided to abandon the sword!

Unfortunately, it is already a little late! He only flashed the death of the whole body without being broken by a sword. One arm was no longer spared. The red light flashed, the blood smog appeared, the arm flew out of the body, and even cut it. A shoulder, even the muscles on the face, also scraped down a layer, revealing the white bones, and there are strips of tiny twisted nerves!

The screams of human voice in this population, after retreating, the unbeatable color of the horror in the eyes, shouted: "My hand! My face! Ah"

But the long cold sword of the night has been recovered quickly, and once again stabbed! For example, lightning!

All his actions, he did not hesitate to suffer a number of hits, all for this moment!

This sword!

Night Lonely Cold knows that now, oneself, lack of long-term combat, can no longer resist the common attack of five people, the only thing that can be done is to fight for life! With his combat experience, he can clearly feel that although these five people are masters of Tian Xuan, but the two of them are obviously unstable! It seems to be a serious injury!

I am now at the end of the strong, and at most I can only drag and drop these two people to bury! However, those few are in good condition and they are not sure! Therefore, these two people are the preferred goal and the only goal!

The long sword was again abnormally stabbed. The man had just hit the chest with a cold night. It was full of joy to kill and kill the enemy, but he did not expect that he would shake the other ribs, but the other side. The chest suddenly formed a whirlpool, holding your palm firmly!

That person's feelings are not good, struggling to earn, this is barely free to break free, but this moment of fallacy, Han Sensen's long sword, with a sly blue light has reached his chest!

Death a sword!

The scream of his death screamed, and he tried to dodge to one side, but just after a move, the sword had been brushed through the chest until the end of the handle! Although it did not stab the heart, but the mysterious air attached to it has already shocked his fragile five internal organs!

But the night is still cold and finally reached the point where the oil is dry! The long sword is inserted in the enemy's chest, and even the strength of pulling out is not there!

One person roared, the long sword brushed down, and the night was so cold that he could no longer resist. The right hand of the sword had been cut by the sword. In the wound, there was not much blood flowing out - his blood was already near. Do it all!

But his face still has a mocking smile, his eyes are full of gentleness... looking at one direction...

That direction is the Imperial City!

One person flew up and kicked the body of the cold winter, and landed heavily on the ground. The night was still cold and still reluctantly turned over. The chest was turned over and the broken bones appeared. The strange noise, but the night is cold and unaware, it seems that it is not painful at all.

In his eyes, there is no arrogance in the past, nor the desolation of the past...

Endless tenderness and love...

At the last time in this life, he couldn't see the person he loved, but he could only see where she lived. The direction in which she lived... is also good...

The feelings that have long been suppressed and not dare to reveal, this moment, like a flash flood... Xiu Xiu, I miss you! I miss you! I miss you……

At this moment, the night is so clear that the mind is so clear, many past events are fascinating, but already stunned, but dreamlike as true, in my heart, suddenly there is a gentle voice, in the light A little poem, over and over again, seems to be endless, but fluttering, like a dream:

"Do not regret this kind of affection,

Willing to travel alone from drifting;

Long hate monk in the dream,

I would rather live up to the sky! ”

This is the parting poem written by the night of Lonely Cold to Murong Xiu Xiu 18 years ago.

I would rather live up to the sky!

I would rather live up to the sky!

The night is so cold that he can't speak at the moment, but his lips are twitching weakly. If he pays careful attention to his mouth shape, he has been gently reading this poem.

Xiu Xiu, 18 years ago, I left and lost you forever. Before leaving, I only left this poem for you. At that time, you have been reading the last sentence gently, and the tears are constantly flowing... I still remember that at the time, your long hair was messy in the wind...

Now, I have to go again. After this trip, I will never come back again. You know, I am still thinking of this poem at this moment.

I would rather live up to the sky!

Xiuxiu, this life, I have never lost you! Have never lost you!

Zhou Jianming was arrogant, and he rushed to smash the body of the cold night; the tearful sword screamed: "Enough! He has done everything, and he has done everything in his life. He decided not to live, and he quickly picked up the fourth and The old fifth, I’m going to catch the little girl, let’s go! It’s not a long time to stay!”

Zhou Jianming and the woman screamed in anger and anger. They each picked up the injured fourth and fifth, and quickly chased away in the direction of the spirit dream princess.

Princess Ling Meng was dragged away by the two women all the way, all the way back from time to time, eagerly watching the distant battle, far away to see the night alone cold body blood, suddenly fell, at this moment, the spiritual dream suddenly went crazy Generally, a loud cry: "Uncle Uncle!" The voice is extremely fierce!

The feet are usually nailed to the ground, and they are no longer willing to move half a step. Suddenly they feel like a lightning strike in their minds. Unconsciously, the raging tears of the tears flow out!

Uncle of the night... This man who protects himself from childhood, this elder who is invincible in his own impressions, this desolate, heart-wrenching man, lonely, so sad, finally, today, in order to protect himself, pour Down...

In the heart of the Princess of the Spirit, suddenly the heartbreaking pain!

Heaven has no family!

Tianjia has never been a relative. This self has been understood since childhood. Although the father is good to himself, he can even use pets to describe it. But the father is too majestic, although he wants to be spoiled in the arms of his father. The father's arms, but the father can not hold himself for a long time, then there is something, and will reply to the majesty of an emperor.

The emperor and the father, the two titles, the emperor is always in front of his father, the father of the emperor, when a father becomes an emperor, then he is no longer the father of a daughter.

Only in front of the uncle of the night, the Princess of Spiritual Dreams really found the feeling of the father. She could unscrupulously spoil the uncle of the night, playing a little temper, although she always called the uncle of the night, but deep inside, the spiritual dream The princess has already treated her as a father, the real father!

He is such a pet to himself; anything depends on himself; but when he really does something wrong, he will be angry, he will fight himself, and fight mercilessly!

But he is really good to me!

He has been silently guarding me, never showing up, never fighting for anything, never asking for anything, he always silently looks at himself in a corner, it seems that he is already satisfied.

But every time I encounter danger, the first one to come out and defend myself is him!

When the three emperors sometimes bully themselves and make themselves wronged, the first one to stand up is still him!

Whenever he always takes care of me with all his heart and soul, now, it is still for me, he fell there, he finally fell there... In these years, he was very tired, night uncle, do you need a rest? ?

Don't you want your little spirit dream? You have the heart to leave your little dream, just go like this? Do you have a heart? Do you have a heart? ! ! !

Uncle night... You know, in my heart, you are already my father...

father! please do not leave me……

Princess Ling Meng stood still and didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Du Gu Xiaoyi and Sun Xiaomei pulled her hard, but she didn't move...

For a girl who lost her father, she couldn’t care for all the consequences!

Why did the people sent by the father have not appeared yet? why? ! Why did you look at the night uncle so hard but did not appear? They should appear!

If the night uncle really...go, I will retaliate! I will definitely retaliate against you! !

Use my life to avenge you with everything I have!

Princess Ling Meng was screaming in her heart, and her angry chest exploded almost, but there was no word in her mouth. The tears blurred her eyes. The throat seemed to block thousands of pounds of stones. She only felt that her hands and feet were cold and trembling. The whole person is suddenly in the snow and ice...

At this moment, the three black robe masked people had already rushed over, and the tearful sword angered one hand to the spiritual dream princess, the spirit dream stood still, no response.

Du Gu Xiaoyi and Sun Xiaomei rushed at the same time, and both of them had a dazzling golden glow...

According to their age, it can be said that it is quite valuable to reach the realm of Jin Xuan! The two shot at the same time, one sword and one sword, attacked from side to side!

However, the strength of the other party...

"Get out of the way!" Tears Jianhong slammed his hand and slammed two, and the two women fell out far away. "I don't want to kill you! Don't force me to kill you!"

"Who are you? Who are you?!" The Princess of Spiritual Dreams suddenly woke up from her dreams. At this moment, she was not afraid of being surprising, and she must avenge her uncle at night! revenge! ! !

In her eyes, she is full of hatred and grievances: "Who are you? Why do you want to harm me? Why do you want to kill my night uncle?!" In the last sentence, Princess Ling Meng suddenly yelled!

The sound of the big, let the tears Jianhong also surprised, never imagined, this woman who can not help but wind, can even make such a sharp, so high voice...