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If people live to eat, drink, have fun and have fun, Zhang Tianyan's 27 years is very standard.

His father is a generation of cuzong. He is well-known and respected by countless practitioners. As his son, he must travel like a star in the sky, and there are many sitting and lying maids.

It's a pity that at the moment of death, his heart was showing its reluctance!

"You, you, don't be impulsive!" Shortness of breath, confusion in eyes.

Zhang Tianyan showed a man who cherished his life vividly.

Linghao smiles and rubs his skin with his sword body. A trace of blood overflows. Zhang Tianyan is panicking now. This is Leifeng cave!

It's not common to take people's lives between fights?

What's more, this is the rule set by the famous northern wild goose sage king. In other words, he died here today, and his father came to collect the corpse for him, but he didn't dare to blame the person who killed him.

There are rules in everything in the world. Although the king of northern wild goose is shameless, he secretly gathers disciples to deal with Ling Hao, but he dare not openly engage in malpractices for personal gain. Black is black, white is white, and Zhang Tianyan's father does not dare to sit tens of thousands of people who are blind and deaf.

The king of northern wild goose sat at a high place and looked at this scene. He touched his chin. Killing is easy, but it's not easy to kill someone and cause a disaster.

"Master, do you think he really dares to do it?" Asked the tiger son.

The north Wild Goose Saint King smiled gently, did not answer a word, indicated him to look down.

Leifeng grottoes, with the sound of tens of thousands of people like a heat wave, a touch of blood!

Zhang Tianyan stared and lay down slowly. Even before he died, he had a sense of fluke. But when the blade passed through, he realized that this man really dared to kill!

"Why?"

Feeling the gradual passing of life, Zhang Tianyan lies on the ground, watching the yellow sunset murmuring.

"He is my friend."

There are only five words to answer him.

"Rain, rain show?" A spit of blood, Zhang Tianyan stumbling asked.

In the Lei Feng cave, there are many clouds over the sky. The thunder is not the Dharma array under the Saint King's cloth, but a natural phenomenon. In a moment, there is a flash of lightning and a torrent of rain.

Rain, say it.

People, said the throat gas on the throat gas.

Zhang Tianyan died with doubts. According to his mind, the son of the city Lord was just a straw bag and waste wood. At the top of the sky, he also walked around the world with the authority of his father's generation. Where can he have real friends.

But Ling Hao is a very simple person. As long as he thinks that he can meet and get along well, he is a friend.

It's not to say that he can do everything he can, but he won't refuse to do what he can. For example, killing the so-called son of cuzong is just to help his friends.

As for who the father of the dead was and how strong he was, he didn't think about it.

If emperor Taihao acts timidly, talk about how he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years!

The heavy rain washed the bloodstain, and the air showed a faint smell of blood.

Some people in the clouds, regardless of the heavy rain, also want to drink.

"Kill decisively, and the sword is successful."

"But act on your heart and nature, and you will become the king of swords!"

Jiang Jianyu, a ten-year-old swordsman, was born at the age of 15. At the age of 18, he was called the sword God by the world. He was worshipped by those who practice swordsmanship.

Such a legend, his words caused a storm!

"Linghao is so appreciated by the sword God that our people will rise! This son is a peerless pride. "

"Gentlemen!"

A sound like thunder shook the sky. Jiang Jianyu attacked the white clothes, walked in the void and carried a long sword.

The rain bypassed his body and he looked cleaner and fresher.

For a while, tens of thousands of practitioners were staring at him.

"Quiet."

Two word exit, silent.

The name of sword God is admired by many ethnic heroes. In this Tianlong Empire, Jiang Jianyu is a household name.

Jiang Jianyu, with his hands on his back, looked at the young man who had left Leifeng cave.

"Would you like to learn from me?"

After that, the king of northern wild goose suddenly stood up and said coldly, "Jiang Jianyu, this is my Tianjiao meeting. If you want to accept the apprentices, after that, how can you love? But before that, you can't let go!"

Is this Jiang Jianyu really a place where northern wild geese can do whatever they like?

Here comes the receiver!

He was angry that the Terran boy should be so popular.

"King, you want to stop me?"

The sword sings and the Dragon roars.

When the realm of daohuang was unfolded, Jiang Jianyu's words made the king of northern wild goose stand still.

"You are the realm of daohuang..."

The face of the northern wild goose Saint King is a little blue. If Jiang Jianyu, whose identity is almost the same, broke through the barrier. I don't know when he arrived at daohuang, is he still someone else's opponent at this time?

The answer is obvious.

He sat down and said nothing more.

Ling Hao shakes his head and laughs. He sits under the stage and looks at Jiang Jianyu.

Jiang Jianyu and many practitioners are also looking at him.

In the eyes of all people, Jiang Jianyu is the God of swords. If he accepts disciples, it will not be difficult to solve any generation of stick clan.

Because we all saw that the young man killed Zhang Tianyan in public. If you don't find a backup at this time, how can Zhang Tianyan's father give up? It's not good to end up miserable.

"Nerd, promise!"

At this time, a voice, ring in Ling Hao's ear.