Ouyang was shocked.
He never expected the Lord to speak.
How long has the Lord not spoken?
One hundred years Two hundred years, or more?
Besides the fierce beasts, swords and perhaps petals floating in front of him, the city Lord never cared about anything.
I just want to make the city master happy.
But why is this reaction?
Ouyang Jue's narrow eyes narrowed into a seam, his eyes flashed through the cold light.
There was silence in the Lord's house.
Almost at the same time, Shen Zhenyi suddenly turned back and faced the East.
"What's the matter?"
Princess long noticed his abnormality and asked in a low voice.
Chu Huoluo is still worried about the curse of the gentleman's wind on her body. After listening to Princess Long's inquiry, she raises her head in surprise and finds that Shen Zhenyi is standing still. Looking back at the distance, she doesn't know what she is thinking.
"Nothing."
Shen Zhenyi shook his head and turned his eyes to the front.
"Rather than worry about the past, it's better to be on guard against the road ahead," he sighed
The road ahead is dark.
In theory, they are now masters of the inner city alliance, the whole Presbyterian Church. In the inner city, except for a few elders, no one should dare to offend them.
Unfortunately, both the heavenly king Association and the nine families and twelve schools were not satisfied with the result at all.
As a result, there should have been a guard team, no one proposed at all. Everyone seems to have forgotten this matter by tacit knowledge.
Shen Zhenyi didn't care. He didn't have much interest in the so-called inner city alliance. He just didn't like the arrogance of Luoda Tianwang.
He took his three female disciples back to the abandoned sword villa as if nothing had happened.
However, Shen Zhenyi doesn't care about others, which does not mean that others can easily let him go.
On the road ahead, the wind is howling, and the sword is like frost.
Master!
At the reminder of Shen Zhenyi, zining Jun, Princess long and Chu Huoluo are all standing in awe, feeling the strong sword pressure.
How could anyone dare to attack the people of abandoned sword villa at such a time?
Are you not afraid of gentlemen?
Chu Huoluo thought of the gentleman's wind, which was a terrible curse in martial arts, and began to scowl.
She quickly shook her head and asked, "master, who dares to block the way? Let's solve him!"
Anyway, I've used it more than once, and I'm not afraid to use it once more.
Die, die!
Chu Huoluo thought in a fit of pique.
"The swordsmanship of the comers is not simple."
Shen Zhenyi looked at the chaos and darkness in front of him, and said with a smile, "I don't know how long such a heavy killing opportunity has accumulated. If this person dares to come out of the background, I can take a sword."
This sword is sharp but strange. It is not a direct attack. It is clearly a cruel assassination sword.
If you guessed it right -
- it should still be the assassination of the hermit society.
Count the time. It's time for them to come.
The air in front of me suddenly fluctuated like a ripple, and a metal voice came from nowhere.
"Mr. Shen's eyesight is really powerful, but if I show up, you really dare to accept my sword?"
This voice has no ups and downs, no feelings, like ghosts crying.
Shen Zhenyi nodded: "once a word is said, it is hard to trace."
Chu Huoluo is shocked and quickly stops Shen Zhenyi. "Master, don't be careless. This man's martial arts are strange. Who knows what's the trick? Don't be fooled!"
Just now that man spoke, Chu Huoluo felt bored and nauseated in her chest. Her brain vibrated and she stood unsteadily. Her heart was shocked.
Since their understanding of the martial arts of the three gentlemen, they have made great progress in their cultivation and become more interlinked with each other. Borrowing the wonderful essence of the gentleman's wind, they have promoted their martial arts to the realm of God and man. What they said is nonsense.
Chu Huoluo murmured in her heart and retorted, "if you can't hurt my master, what else can you do to eliminate your seclusion? I don't know
The metal voice in the black fog sneered: "if you do anything by hook and by crook, in addition to the sword, I will also have 18000 ways to kill people. Not to mention that the cultivation of the third young master Shen has not exceeded the limit. Even if it is a higher level, we may not be able to kill it if we devote our efforts to it!"
"It's just because of the demeanor of Mr. Shen San that I'm eager to be the enemy of him. This is why I put forward such a condition. Don't be shameless!"
The terror of the society is not only personal combat power, but also various means of assassination. Although Shen Zhenyi is not afraid, but also lazy to trouble.
He replied lazily, "no need to say more, just bring out the sword."
Shen Zhenyi has always felt that there is no need to say more about the problems that can be solved with swords.
He stood idly, his eyes even turned away from the black cloud in front of him, as if he had lost interest. Looking up at the setting sun, I squint and smile."Kill yourself!"
The metal voice in the black fog was a little angry. It seemed to feel Shen Zhenyi's scorn. When he was angry, he suddenly saw a sword light coming from nowhere, turning into a red light, covering all fields!
The sword spirit of this man is boundless and boundless. He wants to wrap Shen Zhenyi and other four people completely!
"Be careful!"
Chu Huoluo, zining Jun, and Princess long exclaimed in surprise. Each of them tried to protect Shen Zhenyi, but where could it be?
"Let me show you."
The metal voice vibrates endlessly: "this is a unique skill that I have never used for thousands of years."
"It's your honor to die under this move, Mr. Shen!"
In the long laughter, the sword light is like a rainbow!
As if it was a golden lotus in the ground, the columns of light rushed out from the ground, just like a prison, and locked Shen Zhen's clothes in the middle.
Nowhere to retreat, no way to stop!
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