Chapter 114： Goodbye Aliang

A Liang’s hand fell.

Between him and Gaotai Bai Yujing, there is an extremely fine golden thread, such as the rapid advancement of the tide.

The king of Song long mirror did not retreat, and strode forward, the momentum instantly climbed to the martial arts, screamed, arms crossed, and blocked in front of him.

The square under the foot was severely stepped on by the second stop master of Dongbao Pingzhou, and a huge spider web broke out.

In the martial arts between life and death, it is by no means an empty talk. Song Changjing was originally a great emperor and resolutely joined the army. He has been in the career for more than 20 years, winning and defeating in large and small, countless battles, countless, and finally able to One of the reasons is that Song Changjing’s challenge to this time is one of the reasons.

The gold thread touched the arm of Song Changjing, and the sleeve of the white robe was instantly cut. For example, the iron wire cut white and tender tofu is easy. It is necessary to know the robes of Song Changjing, but the Daoist fairy tales are the best Taoist magic weapon. For the "flowing robe", it was once a precious relic of the Taoist immortal land of the Five Kingdoms. It is said to be able to withstand all the magical powers under the Five Kingdoms monks, but after the upper part of the suffocating condensed into a solid golden thread It was so fragile.

Although there is no dependence on foreign objects, Song Changjing is still determined to retreat. This man wants to give it a try. This kind of legend can be compared with the martial arts of the golden body of Luohan. Can you stop this true fairy? Knife.

The answer will soon come to the fore, but it can only support a blink of an eye.

Song Changjing is still reluctant to retreat, screaming, and his face glows with the same golden brilliance. The gas flow in the body has flown from the previous flood, and the momentum has surged into a thousand miles of frozen water and thousands of miles. .

The slender figure of Da Yu Wang retired several times.

The muscles of the arms have been cut out of a small gully, but there is no blood at all. At the same time, the unstoppable golden thread is about to be carved into the bones of Song Changjing.

"Step aside!"

A Taoist Fu, who is up to a few feet and wearing a green armor, knocked Song Changjing out for a few steps and replaced it with his own position.

Inscribed with countless Taoist gold characters, the scorpion martial arts, the singularity of the singer, the hands of the dead, tightly tied to the golden silk thread that is not proportional to its majestic body.

One step back.

In the end, the Taoist ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonial ceremonies.

After the Taoist monk was disintegrated, he collapsed, but behind him there was an old man dressed in plain linen, extending a palm and holding it in front of the line.

The old man is late and rotten, but it is clearly the face of a child. It gives people the feeling of being weird. The old man is full of smiles. He asked the idiots of the other continents: "Aliang, can you stop?"

Aliang frowned: "Hey Nagano? You were not exiled to the north because of the failure to compete for the giants."

While the old man resisted the golden thread, the palm of his hand had already ooze bleeding, and he was helpless: "It’s hard to say."

A Liang suddenly said: "I wonder how someone in Baojuan can build such a poor little white Yujing, it is you."

Nagano hesitated a moment and whispered: "I once asked Mr. Qi about the problem of building this building."

Aliang squinted at Song Changjing, who was eager to move. The latter had a battle with the heavens and eventually chose to give up the idea of ​​fighting again.

Aliang looked at the acquaintance of the Mohist family in Nagano, his wrists trembled, and the narrow knife in his hand shook slightly, making him particularly lazy and light. In fact, after a long slash, if he insisted on hitting the dog, Song Changjing would die, and Nagano couldn’t stop it. This white jade is destined to collapse, and the state will retreat for at least forty or fifty years, that is, Qi Jingchun The construction of the Cliff College, for the benefit of the Dagu National Games, Aliang will be fully recovered, nothing more than a knife and a slash.

Among the 100 families of the philosophers, the Mohist forces are not small, and they are divided into three branches. One of them is almost all the heroes who wandered around the square. Most of them are sword repairs among the practicing qis, and Aliang’s many years of wandering the rivers and lakes is a famous number of earthquakes. The Ranger of the continents, to be precise, is that Aliang has had a side to this Nagano, and Nagano, who was only two steps away from the Mohist giant, really admired Aliang, so Aliang knows 栾Nagano, but not familiar with this person.

However, Nagano’s words related to Qi Jingchun made Aliang feel a little angry and didn’t hit a place. He once again mentioned Xiang Fu, pointing to the old man who was expelled by the Mohist, and laughed and said: “Qi Jingchun is dead. Can you still use it as a big amulet and the amulet of this white jade? When you were in Nagano, the face was thicker than my Aliang?"

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In front of the sentence, Aliang will be suspicious. After the words of Nagano, Aliang believes.

Aliang looked up at the sky and slowly closed up the Xiang Fu, took the knife into the sheath, and glanced at the old man. "Don't think that you are slowing down, I can't see it."

When Aliang put away the Xiangfu, the Emperor of Daxie appeared under the **** of Lu’s old man and appeared next to Mozu’s Nagano.

The Emperor of Dagu wanted to go forward and was grabbed by the Gaoguan old man and whispered: "Not abrupt."

The swearing man smiled and shook his head, broke away from the palm of the high-crowned old man, continued to move forward, and walked out a dozen steps, holding a fist: "Da Song Song Zheng alcohol, I have seen Aliang predecessors."

A Liang squinted and suddenly held the handle.

For a moment, everyone is desperate.

The emperor of Daxie smiled and closed his eyes and went to death.

After Aliang, someone pleaded with enthusiasm: "Aliang! Can't kill him!"

A Liang did not turn around, and his anger was even worse. "You are a disappointing bastard! I have always liked to compete with Qi Jingchun since I was a child. I can’t fight for it. I have nothing to lose. Why do you have to play with these? The trick, really, when I am Aliang, I will read that old feeling and dare not kill you alive?"

Behind Aliang, stood a slender old man with a slender cheek and a cheek, and his temperament is excellent, like a Confucian saint who educates the people.

The old man looks complicated and whispers: "A Liang, Qi Jingchun's half-hearted efforts are all in a big fight."

Aliang turned his head and his face was gloomy. "Cui Wei puts you a fart! The Cliff College is gone, and the face tells me this?"

The old man’s eyes are firm. “I’m telling the truth. Qi Jingchun is really hopeful. Daxie can walk out a different road. Even at the end, Qi Jingchun is only disappointed, but no matter what, Aliang can’t deny that he’s chosen, It is now that we are children in Longquan County!"

The old man bowed his head. "Aliang, you said in person that I can take my own path."

A Liang smirked and said: "It is reasonable to tell you the smart person who is eager to see the horns. I might as well go to fight with Li Xiao’s little bastard."

Aliang loosened the hand holding the handle. "The old man's life, the earth-shattering feat, and more, but in the end, he had to hang himself in the merits, but it was the poor end of the lonely sky. The whole life was ups and downs, rolling in the muddy beach. The years are not short. But the old man gives the impression that it is still clean and gentle, clean and gentle. Qi Jingchun is the same, you Cui Wei will not work. When Qi Jingchun was a rib, you Cui Yu learned everything quickly, where to think In the end, Qi Jingchun can scream and scream at the old king eight, and you Cui Wei has fallen to the end of no one, no ghosts, no gods, no one, you can take it."

Aliang smiled. "I saw the old man for the last time. He said that your thoughts are good, but you did not do it right. He finally said that your copybook is really good. "Little Garden Acacia Post" and "The World Yellow Flower" Post, really beautiful, I knew that it was such a mentoring and anti-purpose scene. I should have asked you a few more."

The old man blinked red and shivered: "Mr. also feels that he is wrong? Isn't it all right?"

A Liang white eyes said: "Who did I study with Aliang's face? The old man didn't admit his mistakes. You are a student disciple. If you eat and drink the old man for so many years, you can't understand how to be confused. Then again, the old man The whole world is in a difficult position, others don't know, you Cui Wei still don't know? Forget it, don't bother to talk nonsense with you, you shut up, roll away, I don't want to see you."

The old man swayed, groaned, turned and left, groaning and groaning, and feeling bleak in the empty square.

Aliang once again looked at the sky, like a shrewd woman's street, people opened their eyes and shouted: "Know it, know, reminder, remind you of your mother's reminder, you are the same name as Cui Wei's boy! Have the ability to hit me, come!"

骂 骂 骂, things to do.

Aliang took off the Xiangfu and thought about it. He gave it to Song Changjing, but he said it to the emperor. "This knife, I stayed, you gave me a name for Li Baobo." Little girl, remember to be polite to the little girl, she is my friend."

The emperor smiled and nodded. "No problem."

Aliang said to himself: "Hey, I’m drinking a knife, don’t go to the gourd, and the picture of Hao Jun is beautiful. I will have eye fortunes in the future.”

Song Changjing held the knife.

Although it is a knife, it is a meteorological atmosphere full of swords, such as Jiang Hai Shen Guang.

Aliang hesitated for a moment, did not take the green bamboo scabbard together, stretched a bit of laziness, and even jumped two times, looked up and asked: "Come here! Heaven, tell me, it is Dharma Far, is it still high?! Who is more skillful and harder?!"

There is a sky outside, someone smiles slightly, and some people sing.

A Liang laughed: "That would let me be a good friend to talk to you!"

This man, who never knows what to brag about, has suddenly skyrocketed. From the previous peak of the martial arts, he climbed to the peak of the 13th, and the whole person, like a glimmer of light, rose from the earth. Directly breaking through the sky and sky dome of this vast world, and finally disappeared.

Juvenile Song has been reluctant to take back his sight for a long time, and finally found that the man in front of the squatting man was covered in sweat of transparent yellow robes.

The teenager couldn't help but look up again. At this moment, the boy knew that there was such a fierce guy in the world.