White-Robed Chief

"The Eight Wild Sects sent love to Song!" Qinglang laughed.

"Song cuts love!" Tang Yuan's face suddenly became gloomy, and his crown-like face suddenly turned into a piece of black iron, gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "Don't look down on Tang!"

This Song Zhanqing is one of the Eight Desolate Schools in Kowloon, one of the nine most powerful masters of the young generation.

"I can only blame you for being blind." Song Zhanqing's voice sounded in the void, lingering and lingering: "Dare to dare to kill our elders of the Eight Disasters and kill an elder of the Eight Disasters, really Do no evil! "

"No wonder!" Tang Yuan's expression was more gloomy.

He kept sinking, and the status of the Elders of the Eight Sects was extremely serious. He died of a grandson of the Elders of the Eight Sins. The elders of the faction will no doubt have no reason to die.

At this moment, he was desperate, but calmed down. He would die without any doubt, so he went crazy and dragged more disciples to send his disciples to death, so he had a companion on Huangquan Road.

Chu Li Dayuan Jingzhi was still observing. He saw that Song Zhanqing was standing in the void, apparently standing there, but disappeared, as if there was an invisible amulet. It turned out to be completely integrated into the void.

This Song Zhanqing is burly and tall, handsome in appearance, and has eyebrows.

On the occasion of his voice, Song Zhanqing was walking in the void, like a fish swimming in the water, but his voice was clear and precise, and he was not erratic because of this, but everywhere, but could not see his position through his voice.

Chu Li looked at Song Zhanqing with ease in the void, his movements were gentle and elegant, and suddenly he realized with a flash of aura, Tianmo Yukong skill unknowingly advanced to the next level, he couldn't help but overjoy.

Song Qingqing's clear voice resounded again: "Does Master Tang Xiang want to take a few funeral burials, or does he fulfill them and abandon himself to ensure their thoroughness?"

"Song Qingqing, you can't stop provoking people's hearts!" Tang Yuan said coldly: "The main responsibility of this city is to kill the illegal and chaotic generations, righteous.

"Oh ..., you still have to talk to the elders." Song Zhan laughed loudly: "It seems that he is going to die next to the door, all right, then I will complete you."

He suddenly appeared from behind Tang Yuan, slamming his palm.

Tang Yuan shoved with both palms.

"Huh ..." There seemed to be a huge wave surging and surging, forming a sea of ​​aura around, flowers and everything were swept into the air, tumbling into Song Zheqing, the momentum was shaking.

Song Zhiqing's palm was cut down, and the sea of ​​aura was divided into two, but everything that was blocked before this palm was turned into powder and divided to both sides.

He slashed a knife gas with this palm, and separated the sea of ​​aura to hit Tang Yuan.

"Bang!" Tang Yuan flew out and sprayed a blood arrow in the air.

"Bang, bang ..." He smashed through three walls in one breath, and finally fell on the street.

Song Zhanqing appeared behind him, and took a light palm shot.

Tang Yuan softly fell to the ground, like a pool of mud.

Song Qingqing shook his head and sighed, "Tang Chengzhu, this is your own sin. These Seven Seas Christian disciples are regarded as accomplices. They can only die together to calm the elders' anger."

Tang Yuan glared at him but couldn't speak.

Song Zhanqing disappeared in the same place, and the next moment, a sharp knife stabbed the city's main government guards, one by one, and the guards flew out, motionless after the soft landing, already dead.

Chu Li Dayuan Jingzhi observes that Xu Jingyi, a disciple of the Taoist God of Buddhism, is also in the middle of it, and he is taken by a palm knife. He runs a dream in the middle of the middle of the sword, which is actually a vacancy.

Then she pretended to be a middle-knife, flew out to spit out blood arrows, and then fell softly to the ground and passed out.

Chu Li sighed, Xu Jingyi's dream of 昙花 一 梦 is indeed higher than Fu Caiwei.

The cutting power of Song Qingqing's sword is amazing. It is not only the pure sword power condensed by Reiki, but also a hint of void power, ignoring the distance in an instant, and the spiritual power, which can not be removed by Fu Caiwei. One size.

Song Zhanqing cut one sword at a time, cut out thirty swords, and then glanced at the breathless disciples of the Eight Sects who said, "This time the action is commendable. I represent the elder Sun to merit the merits for you, and each person makes seven turns."

Everyone was overjoyed and saluted, "Thank you Brother Song!"

The work is divided into nine turns, and every nine turns is promoted to one level. Nine times nine turns can be converted into eight turns. Nine times eight turns can be converted into seven turns. One turn is equal to participating in a gang war. .

Song Zhanqing waved his hand, his body flashed, and he came to a seriously injured disciple, and reached out and patted him gently.

These eight desolate disciples had a large hole in the chest, but they were twisted hard twice after being stabbed by the sword. The blood flow was like a pillar, and their face was pale as paper. The blood almost ran dry, and their lives were dying. Although they took the elixir, Still breathless and weak.

Taking photos of Song Zhiqing's palm, the big hole in the chest rolled suddenly began to squirm, and then healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. After a few breaths of work, they had been reunited, and there was only a thin trace indicating that they had been injured.

"Thank you, Brother Song!"

Song Qingqing said: "It's rare that you are totally unconscious ~ www.readwn.com ~ I will report to the head according to the truth!"

"Yes." Everyone was more excited.

After memorizing the Seven Turns of Gong, they were happy, and they were able to reach the head. They were even more excited, which means that they would get another gong, and even be remembered by the head. The head has the ability to remember and remember. Once you can remember.

From then on, they are also counted in the eyes of the law, and once there is a chance of promotion, they will be remembered by the head.

Song Qingqing waved his hand: "Go!"

The crowd disappeared into the night.

Song Qingqing raised Tang Yuan, glanced around, and then jumped into the void, as if he had jumped into a deep lake, and disappeared.

Chu Li can't even follow him, and he has completely disappeared from the scope of his Dayuan Jingzhi observation.

The guards of the city's main government were motionless and most of them died. Song Zhanqing's seemingly fluttering sword was enough to exterminate their vitality. Only one survivor was Xu Jingyi.

Her body faded silently, slowly dissipating like a shadow, completely disappearing.

Chu Li busy followed closely, watching her shuttle through the city's main government, as if a ray of shadow was silent, without alarming anyone.

In addition to the guards, there are also some handymen in the city's main government house and Tang Yuan's family members. When they heard the shouts outside, they hid in the room and did not dare to come out even if they were completely quiet.

Xu Jingyi passed by a room silently, then landed in a small courtyard with a few simple ruins, got into the room, and then found a thin booklet on the bookshelf. After opening it, if it was a treasure, it was crowded in. The arms turned into a shadow again.

Chu Li has already observed the contents of this booklet, but it is a singularity, with some legends written about it.

Looking at the degree of yellowing of the booklet, and the strange material, it is obviously a distant object.

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