Transcending the Nine Heavens

But a few times the search of the gods, but no awareness, is it an illusion? But how could it be an illusion, how can this intuition accumulated in countless years of the rivers and lakes be mistaken, since it is not an illusion, and if there is no search for it, it means that the power against itself is far higher than itself, greatly exceeding itself. The imagination, this thought is clear, the feeling of the heart is even worse.

However, how many years have passed and the feeling of that time is good?

In addition to death without major events, even if you die, you can count on something big, for yourself, or a liberation of early arrival is also possible!

Hu did not return to his heart and snorted. His face was always an old-fashioned dragon clock. He looked at his nose and nose, closed his eyes and adjusted his interest, and he was not worried about foreign affairs.

At this moment, there was a whistling wind from far and near.

Hu did not slam open his eyes, and the two dazzling lights in the scorpion shot three feet!

That voice is overbearing, it is coming to yourself!

He still didn't move, so he looked at the door so surely.

In the next moment, the door suddenly shattered without warning, and the whole room fluttered in the air. A black knife with a smashing world’s momentum rushed.

This knife is arrogant and arrogant, and it has no return, and it is no longer a temptation, but a lore!

Hu did not return to the eyes of the gods, I do not know when the knife is in the hands.

Pick it before a knife.

The sound of "叮" was crisp, and the knife that Hu did not return to the exact location was the dark knife. The other side’s knife was slightly, but this moment was enough.

call!

Hu did not return to the original sitting body and slammed backwards, then floated up and stood firmly on the couch.

In front of him, a burly young man in black, standing sideways, just a knife, he took the knife and did not force the attack.

"Who is you?" Hu did not return to his face as if he was constant, but he coughed a little, but he swallowed the blood that had reached the throat.

Do not look at Hu is not calm, but in fact, the heart is terrified!

There are countless enemies in my life, but as it is today, it was the first time that someone was hit with the knife and the first knife!

The knife of the coming man is arrogant and arrogant, and he has already gone to the tyrannical level that Hu Bugui’s life only saw!

The man stepped into the door and gave Hu’s feelings, but it was like a whole mountain range. He moved a little and pressed himself to his face. But one step away, there was a mountain top and a stone-shattering power.

"I am Dong is not hurt!" The young man in black eyes looked at Hu Wei, and he said: "You are Hu?"

Hu did not return to his eyes: "Dong is not hurt? I have a hatred with you?"

"No!" Dong did not hurt and shook his head.

"Is there a complaint?"

"Nothing!"

"Why is that lord?" Hu is not angry with his anger, and has nothing to do with each other. You are plainly going to the old man. What is this?

Dong did not hurt his eyes and looked at him flatly, faintly said: "Because you are coming to trouble!"

Hu did not return to Huo Ran: "No!"

"You are!" Dong did not hurt the road. He even refused to say more than half a word, and he directly fixed the crime of not returning.

Hu did not shake his head: "I don't..."

I haven't waited for him to finish this sentence, and I have been interrupted by Dong Wu's interception: "You are a mess! How? Are people who use knives, and you have reached such a point, actually dare not admit it? Dare to do Don't you dare?"

If Dong is not hurt, it is as overbearing as the knife he cuts out.

Hu did not return to his face, but it was silent for a long while, and finally said: "Not bad!"

The person with the knife.

This is a kind of dignity in itself.

Swordsman, you can be sorry for anyone in your life, but you can't stand your own knife! The words "people with knives" will not be humiliated.

People are knives, knives are people, and insulting knives is tantamount to insulting themselves, even worse than insulting themselves!

You are a knives of the eight generations of ancestors, or the knife customer may be indifferent. But as long as it involves the glory of the knife, it is the battle of the swordsman!

The dignity of the knife is inviolable!

So Hu did not want to admit it, but he still admitted.

Moreover, since the other party has already been so determined, it must have mastered a lot.

Whether you admit it or not, it may not have more meaning.

Dong nodded noddedly: "At last I dare to be a dare, it is still a knife, good. Pull out the knife, I will give you a decent death, let you die under my knife!"

Just as the best destination for the soldiers, it is the wound of the horses; the best destination for a knife, but also the death of the knife!

Hu did not return to his face, and he smiled and said: "Hu will not return, the knife will not return!"

Suddenly, the knives violently burst into the coldness of the sky, and attacked Dong’s injury.

Hu did not return to the first knife that he had just played, he already knew that his decision was not the opponent of the young man in front of him, but Hu did not return to choose the full force. His eyes are very gorgeous at this moment, I hope that in this last battle, I can show the sharpness of the knife in my hand, and finally die under another peerless sword. If I die, I will be happy!

Dong Wu's ink knife has turned into lightning.

However, the general action of Thunder suddenly stopped.

Hu did not reveal a bleak smile on his face, whispered: "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything."

"Because you won't say it." Dong said with no sorrow.

Hu did not blame and cried and smiled: "Good knife!"

With a touch of regret in my eyes, I slowly closed it. I have been a tool since I was a child. Until now, the biggest regret is... I don’t know who my parents are, I don’t know where my family is, I don’t know who I am tuning into a tool... Who?

But this life... confused and live, confused and dead.

His body is still standing upright, and the knife in his hand is still tightly held in his hand. The sharp blade is only half an inch away from the waist of Dong. But others are dead.

Half an inch distance is actually an insurmountable sky.

Dong did not hurt the knife slowly from his chest, his face was expressionless.

The body flashed and looked out through the window.

The body of Hu Bugui slowly fell to the ground, and the blood rushed out and dyed the ground.

Outside the inn, the footsteps sounded. A team of soldiers and horses came in, in the shopkeeper's terrified gaze, the team leader patted the shoulders of the shopkeeper: "Congratulations, this room is not empty, you can receive other guests, earn double Money, good things are good."

Smiled, put away the body of Hu not returning, and strode away.

The shopkeeper's face was pale and crumbling. Double money... so double money, you can’t earn a few times and you’re scared to death...

......

Wu Yun was cautious. After staying in the inn, he opened the quilt and put a pillow inside to create a simple but masked illusion. Then he went to the top of the closet and disappeared.

This is the habit of walking around the rivers and lakes for so many years.

When he came to this state of cultivation, he had no longer had to worry about being attacked by the enemy; but this habit could not be changed.

It’s already two.

The door suddenly slammed three times and someone knocked at the door.

Wu Yun’s eyes slowly opened, and the long sword that never left was already silent, but felt that his hand was full of sweat.

I actually did not find out when the people outside the door came.

I didn’t know until the door knocked! The other party clearly knows that he is in the room.

What does this mean, it goes without saying!

Just from this point of view, I have already lost.

The knock on the door is the prelude to death, the person knocking on the door, is the **** of death? !

"Who?" Wu Yun whispered. It’s meaningless to say no at this time.

"It's me." A cold voice outside the door.

I only got two words in total, but I already felt the coldness of the other side.

It seems that there is not a person outside the door, nor a **** of death, but a sword that has been squirted and murderous!

However, what is the difference between a sword like this and death? !

The door slowly opened, and the world outside the door was awesome.

One is outside the door, one is in the door.

The outsider is a young man in black, with a sword like a sword, a sword like a sword, and a sword in his hand.

"Wu Yun?" The man's fierce eyes instantly locked Wu Yun.

Wu Yunxi smiled: "Yes, the old man has a bad luck in his life, so he named Wu Yun, and he laughed at himself."

The black man said: "If you are still Wu Yun, then the hundreds of thousands of innocent people who have died in your hands... but what is the transport?"

Wu Yun said faintly: "Whether innocent or sinful, you can die under my sword, and the soul will go to Jiuquan, no longer sinking into the world, naturally they are lucky."

The black man slowly nodded: "It turns out that it is your turn to be shipped today."

Wu Yun understood the rhetoric of the other party's words, so he asked: "Why?"

“Why?” The black-and-white youth asked, “Why are you coming?”

Wu Yun’s gaze is: "The old man is here to congratulate the Emperor Yunyun on his way to the throne. Are you here to make trouble? Do you want to stir up this heavenly emperor?"

The young man in black is cold and cold. He said, "Who brought you here? How many people have you come to congratulate this time?"

He actually went down the words of Wu Yun.

Wu Yun said: "The old man has always been alone, this time is also alone, how, not?"

"There is no such thing!" The black man shook his head faintly: "If you really come to congratulate sincerely, then let me go. All the congratulations, all gathered together and accepted unified management."

Accept unified management? Then how do I act?

Wu Yun thought that he didn't want to shake his head: "No!"

The voice did not fall, a little cold light appeared, the sword in front of the sword has been shot, the goal is the key to Wu Yun's throat.

Wu Yun was prepared to **** his head, sideways, and regress.

However, Jianguang is like electricity, and once again, it is like a thunderous rush.

This time, the drop point is still the throat.

Wu Yun’s sword is in his hands, and he can strike back at any time; but in the face of such a horrible sword, he has no time to resist the sword.

Even the sword sent to this person, he actually gave birth to a feeling of intimacy: the sword, accompanied by endless loneliness.

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"It’s late, sorry, drink big..." (To be continued. Please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better and faster!)