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Chapter 100 If you do n’t go back, you will not return (fourth more)

The sword fairy is very strong.

There is no doubt that, as a sword fairy formed by the calamity of Kendo, the main practice is to break the sword.

No matter how the opponent’s ghost tricks.

I am fearless and fearless!

Faced with hundreds of times and thousands of times to their own enemies, the sword fairy in white did not retreat, and the breath exuded throughout the body became more sharp and sharp.

~! Intersection Intersection

The surging and mighty swords are like the dragon goes to the sea, galloping thousands of feet, and sweeping thousands of troops.

The terrible kendo is raging, countless demons are sorrowful, endless magic air is dying, and it turns into nothingness, which makes people can’t help but spray blood.

pity.

Compared with the endless magic cloud, the endless demons, the white sword fairy beheaded the kills is not worth mentioning at all, and it was completely water -saving.

A sword cut away the magic cloud, and it will soon be covered by the stronger magic cloud.

A sword cut away the demons, and it will soon be supplemented by more demons. Compared with the total number of demons, it can hardly see the slightest weakening.

Swordsman in white.

After all, there is only one person.

The sword gas is booming.

It is impossible to extinguish this endless demons with their own strength.

After all.

The endless magic clouds rolled, and the sword light in the magic cloud began to darkened, and it was no longer as unstoppable and popular as it was at the beginning.

Long ~

The offensive of Jianxian was slightly decadent, but Magic Cloud instantly became more rampant than before.

The dark clouds of black were like a huge wave, rushing towards the sword fairy in white, one waves and waves, and shot towards him.

After all.

The sword fairy in white was still injured and was wrapped by the endless magic cloud. The three -foot -long sword was broken in his hand, and the white clothes were stained with blood.

The sharp and sharp atmosphere of Xiao Han was also sluggish at this time, and it was obviously extremely consumed.

But he still didn’t retreat.

Holding the sword, standing proudly on the top of the clouds, a single shadow, facing the endless magic cloud, behind it is the light of Wanjia, and it is a sentient beings who have no knowledge of this blood war.

Suona’s sound gradually converged, no longer open.

The quiet erhu sounded, and it seemed that the ending of Jianxian had been foreseeable, and it was for him.

kill! Intersection Intersection

Jianxian slowly lifted the sword in his hand, and the whole body burned the red and golden flames. The original breath was already sluggish.

this moment.

He has turned into a sword, a peerless god sword that is enough to open up.

Heaven and earth with the same life!

The white figure disappeared, turned into an endless flame, and turned into the last meteor in the black sky dome, which turned into a sword of the sky, tearing the sky.

Sword Qi is 30,000 miles!

One sword light cold Kitten!

The style of this sword seems to have illuminated the ancient years.

The magic cloud that made people desperate, depressed, and could hardly be blocked, was penetrated.

Through the cracks of the sword qi, you can see that there is a light on the nine days, so that the dull land has hopes.

Although, there is only an instant.

Nympho

Jianxian fell.

The sword fell from the sky, and was placed on the deserted mountain.

Like a tombstone.

The blood that has not dried up above the Jianfeng is like an inscription on the tombstone, which is explaining a tragic battle.

Erhu is dumb.

The atmosphere is low, and the world is sorrowful.

The magic cloud has become more rampant and has shrouded most of the sky.

I can’t help but be desperate.

Suddenly.

The sharp and high -pitched suona sounded than before, accompanied by the sound of the rumbling war, accompanied by the low sinking horn.

The battle song sounded the entire Shenzhou.

On the top of Wanshan, the bright light of the gods springs out, and rushed towards the endless demon cloud.

Sword qi, vertical and horizontal!

Thunder, smash darkness!

Fu Yan, broken evil!

The formation method, through Tianwei!

Nympho

Wanzhuo is loose.

The old man was sitting opposite, half of the chess game, a smile on his face, slowly stood up, turned into two streamer, and rushed towards the magic cloud.

Next to the fragrant flowers.

The middle -aged man stroked his child’s little head, and finally looked at the beloved woman, put on a war armor, held a long knife, and rushed towards Jiuzhong Yunxiao.

Thunder deep valley.

There was a little childish boy on his face, resolutely stepped out of the valley, holding the war halberd and rushing straight, and the purple mang shone in the moment, like the god of thunder.

Well -wind, fearless!

Nympho

Tragic.

The fierceness of this battle exceeded everyone’s expectations.

In the picture.

The black magic cloud was scattered again and again, but reunited again and again.

The top of the sky.

The flow of flowing disappeared, a residual body fell, and the bloody blood splashed the sky.

In Fengqi Tower.

All the arguments have disappeared at this time, and everyone stares at the scenes. There is only a shock left in my heart, leaving only a strong tragedy.

Eye, I don’t know when wet.

They know that the sound situation is often a reflection of reality, and it is often what the sound of sound scriptures once seen and heard.

so.

At this time, the scene of the scenes that emerged in front of them is a high probability that the war that has happened in the past years.

Not fiction.

Perhaps there was really a sword fairy at that time. It was obviously long -standing, and in order to protect the lives, the sword was broken in order to protect the lives.

Maybe there is such a group of people.

Farewell to his parents, bid farewell to his family, rushed to the battlefield, died of a hundred battles, and buried the preparation of other hometown.

If you do n’t go back, you wo n’t go back!

Just because they are the lights behind them, there are countless compatriots behind them.

Although thousands of people, I go! Intersection Intersection

Nympho

Outside Fengqi Tower.

More and more pedestrians stopped. They listened to the sounds from the building, and they also shot countless pictures in their minds.

Both eyes, gradually moist.

It has resonated with that mysterious rhythm and substitution into that war.

Street corner.

A middle -aged man was dressed, his hair was messy, his eyes were godless, and his body exuded an extremely stunned atmosphere, like a embarrassed beggar.

He walked aimlessly, and his pace seemed to have lost his direction.

Suddenly.

He seemed to hear something, and his eyes suddenly shot bright light, looking at the direction of Fengqi Tower.

In the eyes.

The originally scattered light began to gather slowly, and the original breath that was sluggish and messy began to gradually recover.

“Drives the fairy song!”

“Master, brother, and uncle and uncle.”

“Come back, come back, all come back.”

“I miss you so much!”

“Over the years, I have worked hard, so hard ~!”

“Give birth, so tired!”

The middle -aged man murmured to himself, looking at the direction of Fengqi Tower, his eyes gradually became moist.

Tears rotate in it.

The man had tears and did not bounce lightly, but he had not reached the sad place.

He slowly closed his eyes, let go of all his minds, and completely integrated into the rhythm of the song.

The breath of the whole body.

It has gradually become more and more restrained, and the sense of existence of the whole person is largely reduced, as if it has disappeared from this void.

Nympho

The impassioned battle song lasted for a long time.

finally.

The overwhelming magic clouds were scattered, and the clearness between the heavens and the earth recovered.

Thousands of lights light up again.

Above the collapsed mountains, the eyes are full of sores, the ancient pine is destroyed, the flowers are firing, and the grave is densely lined.

The mountain wind blows.

The fracture flagpole, the incomplete battle flag hunting.

The white silk ribbon fluttered, as if pointing to the heroes to let the people lost in the distance returning home.

Everyone is silent.

There is only a loud noise of the mountains left, adding a bit of sadness to this vast sound.

Properly ~

Bronze ancient bells sounded again, low and magnificent.

Wave for a long time.

PS: There are also updates at night and are writing.

well.

Don’t keep fat, brothers, the next plot is a continuous orgasm!

(This chapter is finished)