V3.C32

"White!" A cool and elegant figure falls on the "new lonely peak", and the trace of wind returning from the original place calls a disciple's name.

Inside the bamboo house, there is no response. The wind trace inexplicably has a bad premonition in his heart. He pushes the door and enters. No one is inside.

"Well..." With a little meditation, he went out of the bamboo house again and stood on the top of the peak to look out into the distance.

Suddenly, a pain in my heart, as if I had lost a person of vital importance. My cold sword eyes condensed and looked far away. I didn't want to jump from the peak.

Following the wind and feeling in his heart, he went all the way. When he came to a vast forest, his uneasiness became more intense.

It seemed that there was an extremely fierce battle here. All around were destroyed. He saw the white figure in the distance at a glance. When he came to his body, he had no breath.

The broken sacrificial magic sword fell beside me. There were many wounds on my body which were drawn by weapons. The trace of wind picked up the corpse of AI Tu, and the tentacles were cold.

"White dress..." The fist slowly clenched up, a drop of tears from the corner of his eye, and then opened his eyes, was full of cold killing intention.

"No matter who it is, I will never let it go." Holding the corpse of his beloved disciple, he closed his eyes and felt the sword in the wind. In his mind, he saw the battle scene not long ago.

The figure of the enemy did not appear, but the overwhelming light was extremely obvious. After half a ring, he opened his eyes and wondered who the enemy was.

He picked up his white clothes and went to the lonely peak. Half a day later, a new grave appeared on the lonely peak.

……

At the gathering place of thunderbolt people, Su Huan Zhen is working out a detailed strategy for the next step in the house. With his cautious character, he wants to visit all forces one by one, and then judge the enemies and friends.

At this time, a letter suddenly shot into the house, a received, he issued a doubt, waiting to go out to look for, but no one has seen.

Open the envelope, the content is very short, and the writing is very careful, is written with the left hand, the handwriting is not good-looking, but the content makes his face change.

At this time, the Sword Fairy trace into his house, see his appearance can not help but ask, "Su is really, what happened?"

The letter slowly pressed down, Su also really said in a deep voice, "I don't know who sent the message. The white sword died in the hand of the man named Gilgamesh."

"Well?"

"The one who provoked Qiyu that day." See sword son fairy trace doubt, vegetable return really hastily explain a way.

Meanwhile, the face of Jianzi immortal trace also changed and said, "Oh, that's not good. I'm afraid it's hard to do well with the character of wind trace. But that day I saw the words and deeds of the man in the golden armor. I'm afraid that he is an extreme self. It's very likely that he will kill the white clothes. But who sent this letter? I'm afraid there is something fishy in this matter

Su still really nodded, "that's exactly what I'm worried about, but in any case, the wind trace can't happen. He's one of our strongest fighting forces. Sword. Please go and find the whereabouts of this Gilgamesh. No matter whether there is a plot or not, the murderer will pay his life. I will inform others to support you."

With a confident smile, the Sword Fairy trace waved softly, "no, I'll handle this matter. I'll pull up the Buddha sword and long su. The three of us will work together to find out the whereabouts of the murderer first, and then talk about the rest. As for this, you don't have to worry too much about coming to the world. "

Su also really relaxed, "there are three religions peak, it seems that I do not have to worry too much, but all be careful, you and the wind trace, can not lose."

"Don't worry." Before the words fell, the Sword Fairy trace disappeared.

……

Day and night alternate, even if there is no sun and moon, the distinction between day and night is still in this world.

Jin Shanshan walked on a plain and felt a bit of bad luck. Yesterday, Qiyu, the damned bald man, suddenly appeared in front of him and mocked him in a very humiliating way. Of course, he ran after him in anger.

But later "Qiyu" disappeared mysteriously, and he met a young swordsman in white. He fought against each other and killed the other smoothly.

Of course, he didn't worry about killing the white swordsman, but felt that yesterday was not normal.

Although he is arrogant, he is not really mentally handicapped after all. There are too many doubts about this matter. He was confused by anger yesterday. If you think about it carefully today, the strength of "Qiyu" is the biggest one.

Even though he hated the bald head, even his hero Wang had to admit that his power was rare in his life, and he was afraid to be superior to the gods he had seen.

Such a strong man, even if he could make a mockery, would not run away without a blow. In addition, the white sword man happened to appear in that place. Everything was too coincident, as if someone had deliberately arranged it.

"Deliberately arranged?" Jin Shanshan frowned, and his anger rose when he thought of the possibility. He hated the conspirators. The cold feeling made him have a natural antipathy.Just as he didn't like yuansaka Shichen at the beginning, he hated that kind of gloomy guy who was respectful on the surface and kept plotting constantly.

Just as he thought about it, his steps stopped abruptly, not by himself, but by being unable to move forward.

Suddenly, the clouds in the sky rolled, and a huge pressure appeared. Three transcendental figures appeared and fell in three directions. The whole space was slightly solidified under the three figures.

Before the arrival of the man, three different kinds of poems began to ring.

"Buddha sees three thousand broken, cross the life and kill the sin!"

"When the Confucianists see that the world is broken, they will come back to one again!"

"When the Tao sees that all things are destroyed, it is the beginning of killing life!"

The three figures fall to the ground, and all of a sudden they surround the center. Jin Shanshan looked at the three men and said in a deep voice, "miscellaneous repair, do you dare to stop this king's way?"

In the sky, two figures standing in the space gap watch the scene. LAN ran holds her soul chopping knife and whispers, "these three guys..."

Xuan's eyes were also slightly coagulated and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that the trace of the wind has not come yet. The hooligans of the three religions have actually come first. Jin Shanshan is quite choking this time." ..

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