Thunderbolt of the End of the World

"No clothes!"

Only a hoarse and debilitating old voice could be heard from the purple ball of light.

"Huh?" When the unclothed teacher Yin saw the world master of Er, he was puzzled at first, and then he knew it. He could hide the harmless thing from others, but he certainly couldn't hide the eyes and ears of the world master of Er.

Yin Xin, the unclothed teacher, knew the intention of the real world master, and bluntly stated his guess: "The real world master, at this time, it seems that the events of the past may have been exposed!"

The Realm Lord Er did not blame, but asked: "Wuyi, do you have a corresponding method?"

"The situation is unclear now, but the world lord does not need to worry. If King Wu knows the truth and comes to ask the guilt, I will take care of it alone, and I will not drag down the Tower of Mercy Light."

"Cough cough...Is it the time to talk about how to bear the guilt? If the Tower of Mercy Light can last forever if only how to bear the guilt, then why bother you, the unclothed teacher, Yin Changchang!" His voice was old and weak, and it seemed that he might die at any time. After a moment of silence, he said earnestly, "Have you forgotten what we did?"

Wuyi master Yin thought of "Ciguang Yongyao", and he must have said: "Wuyi understands, maybe it's time to prepare for war! Buddha prison also participated in this back then, and he must also be in the ranks of King Wuwu's revenge, or can be drawn to our side."

The Lord of the Realm of Er sighed and said: "The war is protracted for a long time, and the time to cut off the "Four Heavenly Sources" is approaching. If there is a delay, there will be changes. Moreover, there is a lack of military force in my realm! There is no time for my residual body. Too much, cough...if there is no other way, cough...let me go and take the blame!"

Ok?

The unclothed teacher Yin knew in his heart that the Lord of the Realm of Er was going to advance and retreat. If he really nodded in agreement, he was afraid that if he turned around, he would be shot dead by the Lord of the Realm of Er and sent to King Jiwu, and said immediately:

"Why did the world lord say this, Wuyi must do his best to protect the tower of mercy."

"Cough cough... I got Shi Yin's words... I'm relieved!" The Realm Lord Er seemed to be emotional, and then Feidun left.

Yin Gong, the unclothed teacher, sent the world master of Er away, and then called the doorman to let go of mercy and ordered him to go to the silent well floating corridor to investigate the situation.

Maybe plan ahead a step!

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The snow drifts all year round, the silent well floating corridor, the soft sound is long, and a legend of the swordsman is played.

As soon as the ink song comes out of the world, but the red dust is always pressing!

The grievances of the rivers and lakes, the grievances of the rivers and lakes!

Kings, swordsmen, meet extremes.

"The prisoner's heart is dreaming and listening to the side of the spring, and I hear back that the trickle is miserable; a hundred years of life are like a breath, and the eternal autumn wind is drifting to see."

Wu Wushang held the "ink sword", facing the wind and snow, looking at the two people in front of him with cold eyes: "I, Wu Wushang, kill with a sword, ask for a fight with a man, who will come?!"

"The slaughter in the very beginning, the martial arts; the slaughter of chaos, the slaughter of soldiers."

King Jianwu stood with a halberd, fighting forcefully, surrounded by dragon energy, forming a vision of black and white opposition with the innocent kendo artistic conception.

　Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back and watched the changes. He had full confidence in Sister Wang and knew that Sister Wang did not want him to intervene.

Sword pole, human pole, heart pole, in the extreme state of Jijing Floating Corridor, the battle for the most beautiful in the world is about to break out.

The wind and snow scattered with the aura of harmlessness, and the oppressive martial breath was enough to make ordinary martial artists shudder.

"I don't like people trampling on my snow, 'Black Sword', I'm wailing for you!"

With a graceful and snowy appearance, Ye Wushuang held a sword to kill, and his figure moved instantly.

King Jiwu swung his halberd to block his move, only to feel a strange sword intent coming, which aroused his thoughts, making people unable to help but feel sadness.

It is the "end of the world" that grabs people's will to survive before they can make a move.

"Swordsman is not bad, but not enough!"

King Jianwu has a firm mind and a deep foundation. In a single breath, the dragon energy is violent, or the sky dances and the wind and clouds move, and the force is overwhelming. The "or heavenly halberd" in the hand of King Jianwu turns, and the thunder stabs with the power of the sky.

Ye Wushuang was not afraid of danger, he moved half a step under his feet, and the "Ink Sword" turned up.

"Clang!"

The halberd sword collided with the tip of the sword, and he was not hurt by the mighty power of King Jian Wu, and he immediately retreated a few steps.

"Ok!"

The tiger's mouth burst open in the hand holding the sword, and a trace of blood slid down the sword body and dripped onto the snow, which was particularly conspicuous.

"You, I am amazed."

· · Flowers · ·

With a loud shout, Ying Wushuang's body flowed, his sword slashed [-] fast, his face under the mask of King Wu Wu remained unchanged, and the "Or Tianji" in his hand was lightly lifted to fight fast.

Jijing Floating Corridor suddenly became agitated by this battle.

The sword light and dragon energy were intertwined, and the place where Lin Feng stood was also affected, but all the remaining energy, like Lin Feng's three-zhang range, would be dissipated.

"This is "The Realm of the End". It is extremely affectionate and extremely swordsman. For a woman who doesn't love her, it is really an idiot to delay her own soul." In Lin Feng's eyes, there is no harm in his heart. The "Land of the End" built by the artist, the sadness, despair, and the trace of the dark soul that can't afford to sink, make people admire and incomprehensible.

Maybe they are not the same kind of people, at least Lin Feng asked himself that he couldn't do it to such an extent that he was harmless!

A fluttering snow and rain, sword and halberd, deduce the most beautiful martial arts.

Indifferent eyes, seeing through the huge breath of martial arts on the halberd, staring at him, the sword is fading.

"Swords of blameless swordsmanship, a sword without blame!"

People move to the end of the cloud, the sword opens to the end, the cold front is not to blame, the rise of three feet of autumn water, under the cold front, the sword goes without a return.

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