Zhutian Avenue

I was trampled under my feet?

怎么 How dare he?

怎么 How dare he! !!

Xie Shichun was sullen and mad, **** eyes were scary.

他 Since he became the ambassador to Jin Yiwei, his power is in his hands. No one in the world dares to insult him like this.

He wanted to struggle, but that cloth shoe was like a mountain, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he struggled.

After the qi air veins are completed, the body will be strengthened, and the qi blood network in the body will connect all the bones, viscera, viscera, and marrow blood vessels throughout the body, and the shock it can withstand far exceeds the membrane itself.

此时 He was seriously injured and dying at this time, but he was not dead.

"Are you angry?"

Luan Qisheng looked dull.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced around, one by one, the trembling soldiers, and the patients who had just recovered from their fears all stood out in his eyes.

What appeared to him with their faces was the fear that many people did not consciously diverge, fear, and fear .......

He then trembled with his feet, struggling to enter his brain:

"me too."

He is calm, but in the end he is a man, a warrior, a priest, not a god. He has the same emotions and sorrows as mortals.

However, negative emotions cannot contaminate his heart.

It is ruthless to be ruthless.

カ 嚓 ~

The cricket only sounded softly, and Shi Chun's eyes lost his glory.

镇 When Jin Yiwei, one of Dafeng's strongest violent organs, died, he was just like ordinary people.

No meteor falls, no vision of heaven and earth, the clear sky is still cloudless, and the light is still shining in the sky.

The large isolation was silent.

Even many soldiers who broke their arms and legs were stagnation. I did not expect that this young Taoist dared to kill Shi Chun.

You know, this is the big name of Jin Yiwei.

I'm so dead?

The patients were embarrassed and trembling.

他们 It seems to them that killing such a big man is like a catastrophic event!

"You, you killed me, sir!"

After a long time, only the soldiers woke up in the dream, their faces were extremely ugly.

The big names of Jin Jinyiwei died here. How should they explain?

They have the heart to move forward, but even such a arrogant figure is easily killed by Shi Chun. What can they do?

He stepped forward, but he just died.

Purr ~

Xi Baixian stepped down from the child who was also shaking.

"Let's go."

Luan Qisheng glanced at the crowd in horror, and walked towards the road where they came.

He has done what he should do. As for the rest, whether he is grateful or suspects that his purpose is impure, there is no need to say.

Change your mind, why bother to think about it?

He walked step by step, no one seemed to be half-hearted, but the scene of his killing Shi Chun is still vivid, and who dares to stop?

The soldiers standing in front of him retreated and watched him leave.

Not far away, a group of patients looked at each other with shame and fear in their hearts, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

Even if the poison on their bodies has been eliminated and the quarantine area has fallen, they still dare not escape.

After a long time, until An Qisheng's back was no longer visible, the soldiers struggled to get up, took Shi Chun's body, and hurriedly went towards Qingzhou Government.

Uh .........

唏 Rule ~

Walking in the complex look of Bai Xian'er, the red horse hissed away with a long hiss.

After a long while, she turned away.

When I returned to Qingzhou City, I saw that the city was already rumbling. The soldiers of the brigade rushed out from the gate of the city gate. The fast-caught battle was launched from the nest.

Murderous!

Bai Xianer's heart stunned.

Compared with Liumen, which is only responsible for apprehending and arresting people, Jinyiwei is too overbearing. In the past few decades, several martial arts schools have been killed by Jinyiwei.

只是 "It's just that these guys can't help grandfather unless the shots are taken."

Bai Xianer shook her head.

Any congenital master who is formed by the Qi pulse is a hegemon in one place. It can run across the state capital and up and down the world. There are no more ordinary soldiers.

Especially the lonely masters who have no clan burdens, they will not care about the imperial roundup.

With six doors, the masters of Jin Yiwei, can they sleep forever and chase after someone for decades?

Totally impossible!

After many people hurried away toward the wild, Bai Xianer returned to Yanyun Pavilion.

"Ok?"

As soon as she reached the door, Bai Xianer's brow frowned.

Although the Yanyun Pavilion opens at night, it is not without people in the day. How can it be so silent?

She raised her mind carefully and walked into Yanyun Pavilion.

I walked through several corridors and came to the backyard, only to hear a gentle melody sound, and her expression changed.

琴 This piano sound is sometimes high and gentle, sometimes high, like high mountains and flowing water, and gentle, like a woman groaning and laughing, the piano sound is indescribable.

But what shocked Bai Xianer's heart was.

This piano sound is only confined to this small backyard. If you step back, you can no longer hear it.

"Sister is here, why not come in?"

At this moment, the piano sound dropped, a bead fell into the jade plate, and the crisp sound of spring water dinged in her ears.

"It really is her."

Bai Xianer secretly gritted her teeth, but her face was smiling like a flower, and Jiao Di yelled:

"It turned out to be Wushuang ..."

Push in the door.

I saw in the pavilion by the small artificial lake in the backyard, a shadow of red dress looming behind the curtain.

Looking at the red shadow, Bai Xianer's heart was complicated.

Twenty-six prisons are the ancestral ancestors more than a thousand years ago, and later split into six sects, **** ancestors, day sun sects, infernal sects, Shifang Mogu, Bailian sect and Pang Wanyang.

Later Pang Wanyang unified Mozong, and the six prison Mozong just reappeared.

Different from the Red Sun King, Chilian King and others who opened their doors, Mrs. Bai Lian did not accept the apprentice for the first half of her life. It was not until more than ten years ago that she accepted the first and only disciple.

This person is unparalleled.

Although He is also a disciple of the same master, the only disciple is naturally different.

According to legend, at the beginning of this unparalleled practice of martial arts, he served the next Six Prison Shengdan to lay the foundation, but he was only twenty years old, but his veins had grown up.

He is the only one among the six prisoners of the six demon deities, who can compare with Feng Qingxuan, the son of the six prisoners.

地位 Compared with her brother Yun Yunlong, she is much higher.

I am also a woman. Why isn't Bai Xianer envious?

"It's a joy to be a sister, sister, who has waited for five days before seeing sister."

The breeze blew the gazebo tent, and a smile of joyfulness emerged.

Amazing!

Even if it wasn't for the first time, Bai Xianer could not help lowering her breath.

There is a beauty, even a woman must be intoxicated.

Wu Baixian's martial arts and the effect of her own body, walking rivers and lakes have never met a few people who are more beautiful than her, but every time I see this woman, I still can't help myself.

怎么 "How can Shimei be willing to go down the mountain?"

Bai Xianer converged and asked with a smile.

说 She walked into the kiosk and said, sitting opposite the woman in red.

"I'm bored, so I want to go down the mountain."

The woman in red wears a wave of smoke, and the stars in black and white seem to be twinkling with stars.

"But for the Son? I heard that Madam intended to match you with the Son ..."

Bai Xianer raised the red clay teapot on the charcoal fire and poured two cups of tea.

对于 She has jealousy and envy for those in front of her.

"How did Sister talk about this?"

The woman in red shows slightly frowns:

"If Master respects him, just put it in the room, what's the relationship with me?"

"....... Shimei laughed."

Bai Xianer did not dare to answer.

Mrs. Bian Bailian has a temperament and is not formalistic. In her life, there are no more than a thousand people and hundreds of people. But I dare mention that there are not many people.

Wu Wushuang dared to chew the tongue behind her, but she did not dare.

Wu Jingying's fingers lifted a trace of long hair from her horns, and Wushuang smiled softly:

"The sister is doing a poor job, I'm afraid I have trouble returning to the mountain."

"If the clan is to be punished, Xianer will only suffer."

Bai Xianer sighed softly.

Hebian Youyu died before he died. He was originally a very under-appreciated character, but Chi Changkong is different. The king of Chi Lian Fa is extremely domineering. His disciples have died unclearly, and he will certainly not give up easily.

"Sister Shi don't worry, sister Shi has a way ..."

Wu Wushuang's clear black and white eyes looked at Bai Xianer with a smile.

"What can I do for my sister?"

Bai Xianer pouted, vigilant.

There are not many good people in the Demon Sect. Although Wushuang has never heard of any evil deeds, it can't be careless and even more careful.

"Sister is probably not aware yet ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wushuang sees Bai Xianer's vigilance and doesn't care, stroking the strings and popping out a note of unknown meaning:

"This time Feng Qingxuan made so much noise, that is, the one who is paving the way for him ..."

"Paving the way?"

Bai Xianer's heart beat.

自然 Naturally, she knows who the person Wushuang is talking about, but the one who is only a flower year now can be said to be so anxious when it is young and powerful?

Could it be ...

"Sister Shi guessed it, and Sister Shi wouldn't talk much."

Wu Wushuang smiled gently and looked at Bai Xianer:

"Sister Guess, what does Sister want?"

如何 "How did sister guess what sister thought?"

仙 Bai Xianer smiled a little far-fetched, faintly guessed what.

It's just such a thing, she doesn't have the slightest idea of ​​participation.

"Hehe ~"

Wu Shuang looked up slightly, and the breeze blew her red coat:

"That seat, I want to sit down too!"

Wu Wushuang's voice was dull, but Bai Xianer's heart sank completely.

What could be worse than this?

The strength of the twenty-six prison prisons is extremely strong, and the congregation is spread all over the world. It is as complicated as a dynasty kingdom. The fight for the throne is not much safer than the fight for the thrones. It is even more bloody.

"Weak meat and strong food, natural selection is the purpose of my sacrament!"

Wu Wushuang tapped the strings gently, with a touch of pride on his beautiful face :.

"Feng Qingxuan is not as good as me,

He is in charge of Shengzong, he is not worth it! "