Chapter 553

When we get back to the village, the morning light is slightly drunk, and the grassland is covered with thick fog. It is so white from the horizon to the foot.

The two passed by outside the courtyard and failed to receive the earnest care of the villagers. They just ignored it, just like Chade's sigh into the village: "this is a place where the light has not been shining. The bishop here has been doing one thing for thousands of years, that is, malfeasance!"

He sighed in anger, attracted countless confidants to cater to the whole crowd, Tang Chuan is also looking at their indifference.

"Is this really the stronghold of the dark Council?" Qin Yun did not know how many times he had asked him, and all of them had the same words and almost the same tone, which was suspicion.

Tang Chuan shook his head. He didn't believe what the Archbishop said, but that was the only explanation he knew. According to him: those dark running dogs died of the volcano detonated by the experiment. As they saw, this volcano has been dead for unknown years.

Back to the room, Qin Yun is still playing lazily on the bed with her mobile phone. Her proud posture makes Tang Chuan feel discouraged and leaves. If you can see it, you can't eat it.

Chade picked up his donkey and walked past Tang Chuan. He wanted to get some grass for the donkey and give him a good breakfast, lunch and dinner.

He yelled at the donkey. He knew that the mountain should be the place of legend, but it was nearly a thousand years ago. He didn't know what was left in it.

Before he left the village, a group of gray sheep blocked his way, much like the scene of his young trekking on the prairie shore of those who believed in ancestors and other animals.

Where people also raise sheep, every day dawn with dry food, shotgun hike dozens of kilometers to a place where there are plenty of water and grass, where there are many hunters.

Chade stood unconscious, surrounded by sheep. The donkey was not surprised, and just gnawed at the unknown green plant that had been turned over the earth wall.

As soon as he raised his hand, the sheep were suppressed. This ability to get close to animals was of no use. He was only allowed to go out of the village with the sheep.

"There is always a magic power in him that can influence people around him. It is said that a great man of the Holy See of light was so infected by him that he helped him become a cardinal." There is humanity, from afar, voice cold.

"Lord tangchuan" Norman opened his mouth, and his cheek was intact. Without yesterday's resentment, he seemed to have put everything down.

Tang Chuan nodded and understood his intention: "say."

"I apologize for what happened yesterday. I didn't do it right yesterday." He put the acceptance on his chest and bowed, very humble.

"Sincerity"

he handed over a photo, "this is a kind of elixir called by your country. Maybe it is not a panacea now, but its value is higher than that of the middle ages."

It is a blood red treasure medicine, named longxuecao. It is said that it was born by bathing in dragon's blood. In fact, Xiuzhen Jielong is just a legend. Dragon blood grass is mostly born beside powerful earth dragons, flying dragons and other Asian dragons. When they grow up, they can be used as a miraculous medicine, with high value.

This plant, just as he said, is not complete. With the passage of time, the energy contained in it is getting lower and lower. Maybe in a few decades, it will become a common grass and be planted in a flowerpot.

"It doesn't work for me." Tang Chuan said.

"But..." he pauses, "now that your sincerity has arrived, I can give you a hand. I'm looking at it in detail."

Norman opened his mouth. He only wanted to get Tang Chuan's and Aung's and pull in the relationship by the way. A strong man is popular at all times.

Watching Tang Chuan enter the room, Norman clenched his fist. For the first time, he found that the strength he was proud of was nothing in the eyes of his peers. He could kill him by raising his hand.

He was not discouraged. His eyes were full of fighting spirit and wanted more powerful strength. In fact, it is not only him, all who have met Tang Chuan, whether they are peers or older generation, are powerless. At the same time, most people began to practice hard just for strength.

At last, the team continued to move on. The closer to the mountain, which was called hailun mountain by the villagers, everyone, including Qin Yun, seemed to be boiling and sleepwalking towards hailun mountain. There was only monotonous white in their eyes.

"Are you here?"

A figure gradually came out of the fog. She was wearing a white wide sleeve flowing fairy skirt. If she didn't use powder and Dai, she forgot to breathe. She looked like a fairy. He just looked at her and forgot the three words.

"I've been waiting for you for many years. Xiao Wu told me that you won't come. I just shook my head and kept waiting. I don't know if I should wait. I just wait. " She is like a dream language, every sentence is whispered.

He may not hear clearly, just standing, but can feel her sorrow, as if he is that person, the person in her mouth!

A cold war, he woke up, foot on the earth, eyes want to separate the fog, to see who she is.

One step, two steps, her pace is still so beautiful, the corner of the mouth worry is not like faking, until close to the body, she is still so perfect.

Tang Chuan reached out his hand like a ghost and wanted to touch her face. He saw little ripples. His white clothes were like ink. His eyes, which were very clear, had turned into blood. Her breath gradually ascended, shrouded in the white fog, and little bits of spiritual power blended into her body.All of a sudden, he felt cold at the bottom of his heart and subconsciously avoided it. However, there was still a wound on his waist, which was full of blood.

He is just cold hearted, and his feet are close to the extreme. This is his fighting consciousness trained in the face of life and death. Now he is still so slow.

"Who are you? Otherwise, I'll kill you Tang Chuan gritted his teeth and looked at her. The breath of Euphorbia was uncovered. The murderous spirit condensed into an entity and penetrated through the fog.

"Who am I?"

Her mouth slightly tilted, shallow smile, very sweet, no just as holy as fairy feeling, only to wipe away the ghost.

At the moment, she is a bloody battle armor. She is extremely light. She only covers the important parts of her body. Other places are overflowing with light. Tang Chuan does not need to doubt the defensive power of streamer. The dense runes can make him palpitate.

"The one who killed you!"

Her eyes are cold, smile on the second, the next is only cold.

The long sword breaks through the sky, stirs up the clouds and turns into sword Qi and kills Tang Chuan together. The speed is so fast that you can't avoid it.

"Keng!"

Long halberd chopped into the air, abruptly cut off the attack of the sword, with the intention of war to kill her, the fairy.

She stood in the fog, ethereal as an immortal, covered with blood red armor, her slender arms and thighs were exposed in Tang Chuan's eyes, attracting a burst of saliva.

"Kill!"

She does not retreat but advances. Her simple long sword breaks through the sky one after another. After a few seconds, she stabs hundreds of swords one after another, forming one plum blossom after another.

With his pupils dilated, Tang Chuan smelled the fragrance in the air and felt the boundless sword sense. Looking at the blossoming plum blossoms in the sky with the ultimate beauty, it was like a miraculous scene, leaving behind the fighting spirit.

It's just a sword. It's extremely impressive. Even Zha De, who is close at hand and seems to be thousands of miles away, feels cold. After waking up, he just looks at the fog on this day and waits for the arrival of death.

"Is it true in legend?" He pondered and never told Tang Chuan too much truth. What he said before was only a few facts except conjecture.

It's true that this is the stronghold of the dark Council. In fact, it has attracted the attention of the clergy nearby since its construction.

Five hundred years ago, or more, this was the focus of the Holy See of light. After that period, it gradually disappeared, and it took less than 10 years to go from a few words to no news.

In some other ancient books, we can find some records that there were swords in the vicinity of the werewolf forest. It is said that a sword God cut open the mountains with a sword, and then lead to the sky fire and destroy everything.

This is a rumor, but how much of it is true? Twenty three out of ten are still available. At this moment, he wants to roar, want to lose his reputation, just want to live.

In the thick fog, not only one person was awakened, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"I'll kill all the flowers after I bloom!"

Her mouth, say such a few words, such as the actual meaning of killing, frightening people.

"Who are you?"

this is not the first time that Tang Chuan roared. Every time he could not get the answer, every time it was dangerous.

I don't know when, her breath has climbed to the top of the dark realm, like a mountain, dead pressure on Tang Chuan, pressure him breathless, hard support.

"Who am I?"

She asked herself, holding a long sword is like a female sword God. There is a trace of red in her hair, and her beautiful eyes have changed a little for the first time, and she is confused.

"No matter who I am, you must die!" The first half of her sentence is like a whisper, and the second half is beautiful. It becomes a judgment and the sword is shining.

"This..."

is still no solution, the fog is gradually less, all are cut off. The day is gradually becoming clear, the wind was killed by her, just monotonous sword after sword.

The simple long sword was alive in her hand. Every sword was very casual, which made him hardly able to resist.

Even if he was almost killed, Tang Chuan still insisted and wanted to get used to it. The monks in the dark sky are too rare. Each of them is like a nuclear bomb. They hide in the mountains and regions. It's impossible for the idle people to see them. It's impossible to exchange anything.

If you win, you will bully the younger generation. If you lose, you will not. In a word, no matter whether you win or lose, it's the same to those senior people.

This time, I met a woman in white who looked like an immortal. She could only rely on her sword, which was not surprising. She let herself bully her peers' genius.

As time went by, she stabbed at least thousands of swords. Each sword was as powerful as lightning.

"I still think it's better for me to live!"

Even though his clothes were damaged, he still pretended to be natural and unrestrained, his mouth was slightly cocked, and the halberd in his hand broke several swords with the momentum.

At this time, he did not panic at the beginning, more familiar. Tang Chuan believes that if mordu meets Xu Hanshan, he will be sure to kill him in the same realm.

In front of her, the sword was so strong that she carried it all over her life, not to mention Xu Hanshan's tender sword spirit. She had her own way. It's going forward step by step and going on.She is still like that, proud standing between heaven and earth, stirring the wind and rain, no long sleeve is still beautiful incomparable. ＜/p

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