v3 Chapter 33: Mountain

Name:The Sword Dynasty Author:Wu Zui
The hurricane is bitter and rainy.

Tiangongge Chu hurricane, brothel bitter rain dao, Baishi workshop Du Qingteng, Zhushan workshop Zou Yunqian, these four were the strongest four masters of the Dachu dynasty, and even represent an era, but today there are rumors In the enchanting work of Zhao Yaoxuan, one of the four masters of the bitter rain, the Taoist people actually lost in an instant, and lost without any smoke and fire, even this palace has not been damaged, the scene seems to be even lower The defender’s showdown is not as good.

The bitter rains of one of the two parties are naturally clearer than anyone else about the difference between themselves and Zhao Xiangwei.

Zhao Xiang’s fist not only destroyed his body, but also completely destroyed his heart.

"how is this possible?"

So listening to Zhao Xiangxi’s words, he spoke out with some disappointment.

"In the past many years, the strongest practitioners in this world have never come from the Great Chu Dynasty. The good and the bad are the difference between human beings and livestock. However, relying too much on foreign objects is the biggest weakness of your generation. ""

Zhao Xiangxi looked at him faintly, softly said: "It is the real way of spiritual practice to use it. This is a simple way. Any practitioner of the Great Chu Dynasty knows it, but with the Qin and Zhao dynasties. Compared with the practitioners, you always seem to lack the spirit of the spirit from the beginning of the practice."

If you are in normal times, I heard Zhao Xiangyu say this, the bitter rain people will probably sneer at it, saying that Zhao Xiangyu is arrogant, but after seeing the other party's completely crushed punch, he has a completely different sentiment.

He smiled bitterly. "Is this the so-called ethical and difficult?"

Zhao Xiangxi smiled brightly and said: "Since you have seen my realm today, you should have some confidence in the future of me and the Great Chu Dynasty."

The bitter rain man shook his head and whispered: "I still have no confidence."

Zhao Xiang’s face suddenly changed. Her face had a rare frost. The voice was very sharp. “I’m not going to have a stronger presence than me for a long time in the future. You don’t have me. Confidence, is it because of the people of the foreign dynasty? You are a Chu people, will you listen to the opinions of the foreigners?"

The bitter rain people took a deep breath.

This is his last breath in this world, so the air inhaled in the chest and abdomen is extraordinarily sweet.

Zhao Xiang's face has become more ugly.

She can see the meaning of death in the bitter rain, but the practitioners in this state will kill themselves, even if she is impossible to stop.

A slight bang sounded in the heart of the bitter rain, and then the master of the big Chu hanged his head and died.

Zhao Xiangyu forced the fist and slowly let go.

There was a straight up in the air above her head, which went straight into the sky like a wolf.

"Who is it, can you and the people like Chu Fengfeng believe that it is wrong for my emperor to be a prince? Can you even die?"

She couldn’t control her own emotions and looked at the body of the bitter rain. I really couldn’t understand.

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The night fades, the morning mist fades, and a shimmering light flies silently from the clouds.

Weiyang Palace is the name of a palace in the Changling harem. It is also the secret practice place established by the empress. The emperor was born in the Bashan sword field. When he was in the Han, Zhao and Wei dynasties, he was already a legendary practitioner. The place of practice is naturally an amazing means that is difficult to see in ordinary places of practice.

The head of the Weiyang Palace, Pan Ruoyi, is also a fish-like bird's mount, and at least definitely does not appear in the records of any previous practice books.

Even with the addition of Ding Ning and Fusu, this fish-like bird's mount still flies lightly and abnormally, and there is no such thing as a slight fatigue after a long flight.

In the high altitude, Moshou City naturally released a breath, which offset the cold wind in the face. There is not much difference between the high altitude and the landing. However, when the ride really landed, Fusu’s body seemed to There was also a heavy object that really landed. He made up his mind and turned to look at Ding Ning. He said softly: "I must apologize to you. From the very beginning, I deliberately concealed my identity."

Ding Ning is silent, thinking that if he wants to apologize, the first thing to apologize is himself.

I thought that it was very easy to use the power of the Queen to deal with Zhou’s ancestors, but it would become so complicated because of the appearance of Chu Di, and let myself and Fusu fall into real danger.

"I know that you must be very angry." Fusu looked at Ding Ning for a moment and didn't talk. He suddenly got nervous. After saying this sentence, he didn't know what to say at the moment, and some were stabbed in the local area.

Ding Ning looked up at his nervous eyebrows and said, "You don't have to apologize because I have never asked you about your identity."

Fusu stunned and did not understand the meaning of his sentence.

Ding Ning then said calmly: "I never make friends with my friends."

Fusu reacted. He looked at Ding Ning with joy and said: "Do you really care?"

Ding Ning frowned slightly and said: "As long as you don't care."

Fusu understood Ding Ning's meaning and nodded hard: "It's as good as before."

Listening to the dialogue between the two teenagers, Mo Shoucheng’s slight smile, in his view, is naturally a very naive dialogue. The children of the Emperor’s House, especially the future Prince of the Daqin Dynasty, may have real in the future. friend.

The mountains are high and the wind is cold. If people stand too high, they will have no friends. This is inevitable.

At this time, Lushan has been clearly visible. Looking at the mountains not far away, it does not appear to be particularly outstanding. Lushan, who is in a good mood, can’t help but respectfully turn around and ask the ink to defend the city. What are you going to do?"

Moshoucheng is the teacher of the Holy Son, and is also the dean of the main courtyard of the royal family. However, in addition to the Yuanwu emperor, the empress, and Huang Zhenwei, there are not many people in the world who can see him. The name of the president of the ink is also very fresh to him.

Even such a name makes him feel younger and thinks of a lot of old days.

He smiled with a smile, and said: "Then we want to climb, but not Mount Lushan."

Fu Su smashed, he could not understand the meaning of Mo Shoucheng, even if he wants to climb the mountain, why should he fall under the mountains, why can't he fly directly?

Moshoucheng is watching Ding Ning, gentle: "The blizzard that day, you and Xue forget to enter my sight, I have some understanding of you, you started with amazing judgment. Wang Taixu values, can you guess what I and Pan Palace do mainly?"

Ding Ning indulged for a moment, did not say anything nonsense, said: "The Holy Land is in Lushan, and things on Lushan do not need to be considered by others. Just make sure that it is not for the outside forces."

There was a hint of emotion in the eyes of Mo Shoucheng. He said slowly: "When the Four Emperors will be in Lushan, Lushan will be closed for the various military and practitioners. By then, the nearest distance to the Lushan Mountain will come from these Mountain and mountains."

Fusu understood some things and said with amazement: "When you mean, even if the league starts, some people may fly over the mountains?"

"This is a grand event without any predecessors. Everything is possible." Mo Shoucheng looked at him and said: "But the real strong need only the right time, they don't need to fly over, they just need to let themselves The power can appear in the foothills of Lushan at the right time, and it can appear in the League."

Fusu thoroughly understood, saying: "So this Lushan is around... Any hill that is close to the foothills of Lushan Mountain must be occupied by the powerful strong people. You have to choose the hill that can climb the top."

"There are so many masters in the world. Now, who else dares to feel that they are invincible? Not to mention that neither Pan and I have reached the top of the world. Even if we have no absolute chances to deal with Chudi, how can we guarantee which hill we want to climb? Just go to a hill."

Mo Shoucheng nodded and his eyes fell to the silent hills in the twilight. "Nature can only find a mountain that can be found."

The morning light is faint, and the dew on the blade of grass exudes a crystal luster.

Moshoucheng and Pan Ruoyi walked slowly to the foot of a mountain.

There is no change in breath, but all the dew on the blade of grass at the foot of the mountain is lowered by the tip of the grass.

Although every drop of dew is extremely small, there are countless such dewdrops that drop quietly underneath, and will not make any sound.

However, all the grassy dewdrops drip at the same time, but it brought an unimaginable momentum, a slamming sound in the air, and an invisible tide formed in the mountains, which was so unimaginable.

After the previous question, Fusu has long known that there are fearful masters in these calm mountains. However, when he feels such a realm, his face is still losing his blood and getting white.

Ding Ning slightly narrowed his eyes.

He can be sure that this mountain is not a battle between the defending city and Pan Ruoye.

Because he is very clear, Mo Shoucheng and Pan Ruoyi want to be at a very small price, to ensure that they can still be in full force when they are at the Lushan League.

At the moment when his thoughts just floated up, the Moshoucheng and Pan Ruoye in front of him had stopped and went to another mountain. R1058