Chapter 115： Therefore, the sword is deep (1)

The burger master really took Danyang Fengwei into a bucket that could not be inserted into the water. The array of methods was arbitrarily patrolled day and night, and the inspection whistle even released a hundred miles away.

In the past, the Bunker Lord was the favorite to take a few steps back on the Danshan Mountain Road before entering the night. At first, it was a taste of victory, and later became a habit.

However, now he has turned himself into a cautious ant. When he goes out of the mountain, he has to shake his head and put his tentacles toward each other. He is sure that the innocent party dares to go out and take two steps.

He also didn't want to go out at random at this time, but the usual rules changed. The group of demon disciples who were already embarrassed were afraid to guess again and again.

The heart of the people is like a quicksand, and it is very difficult to get back again when they are scattered. The bunker Lord is afraid to take risks at this time.

The owner of the bunker walked in the hilly road of the forest, and felt that the back neck was blown hard by the winter breeze, and the suffering was unbearable.

The disciples who traveled with him were also infected by his filth and fog. The nearby ones were like a coffin, and the distant one couldn’t help but observe it. The shredded words flowed down the mountain wind. In the ear of the fort: "...What do you say about Xu Xingzhi? You can't have three heads and six arms."

"Is not good..." His companion’s voice trembled. It seems that every tree in the forest is the eyes and ears of Xu Xing. "I heard the brothers talk about him. This person can be big, make a folding fan." There are thousands of changes, I will not be illusory if I have not tasted it, maybe he will hide in the woods."

The owner of the bunker heard the sweat on his back, as if he had climbed over his neck by a poisonous snake.

In these few days, he looked coldly and found that although Meng Zhongguang was far better than Xu Xingzhi in his spiritual level, his disciples were mostly afraid of Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi was so famous in the past that he was not a group. Of course, it is worthy of fear. However, it is even more difficult for his disciples to be jealous.

In the same year, Jing Junjun and his sword sealed his throat. The whale and the snow were like a heavenly person. In the name of genius, he ended another genius who was not born, so that the magical road counterattacked the four dreams and smashed the sand.

Although it has been dead for many years, the shadow of Yue Wuchen is still shrouded in the heads of the magicians.

Xu Xingzhi is the only internal disciple who is quiet and clean. It is a very ominous sign in the eyes of the disciples.

They only know the horror of Meng Zhongguang in general, but they are overwhelmed by the legends of Xu Xingzhi.

The bunker master also had a feeling of shortness of breath.

In order to dispel this terrible emotion, he stopped his footsteps and pointed backwards: "Take the two chewed tongues at the back, and smash them into two pieces, hanging in front of the Pingyue Temple and telling the disciples that this is long. The consequences of the ambition of others!"

His close-knit knows that the Bunker Lord is now a firecracker, and he is too sensitive to anything that is not satisfactory. If he is slightly delayed in his orders, if this anger will burn himself, he will swarm and slash them. Hands.

Listening to the beggar and crying, the singer gradually drifted away, and the owner of the bunker grew a bit of anger. He pointed out to the person who stayed on his side: "The troubles of the people are coming to my eyes, and there is nothing to dare in the future. made?!"

The disciple who was ordered by him quickly and nodded.

He also heard the talk of the two unlucky ones, but he did not go to the heart at all, because it was the heart of many people, and did not expect that there would be such consequences after the announcement.

Many people have thus locked their fears in their hearts, and let them ferment into an unknowable storm.

The two men were smashed into four pieces, because they were spiritually swaying, and they were very slow in one breath. They hung in front of the temple for a whole day, and the upper body of the flesh and blood was swallowed.

The bunker Lord did not mean to let them down, so they hung in front of the temple for two more days.

The owner of the bunker sat in the hall of Pingyue, and looked at the four shells that were separated at the end and were blown by the wind. Sometimes, like the disciples, they couldn’t live all the time, and sometimes they gave birth to a few malicious things. I feel that I can do anything.

A few days after the start of the mountain, Sun Yuanzhou came to see him once.

He took a circle around the main mountain in the bunker and pointed at the outside and smiled. "I set up a row of poisonous scorpions outside the 50-mile. Anyone who is practicing the foot, whether it is walking on the ground or flying in the sky, as long as it is repaired. For those below the Golden Age, they will inevitably be poisoned and invaded, turned into poisonous bodies, and bite each other!"

He held a fine steel whip in his hand and went a little closer: "...the Pioneer Army was stationed behind the poisonous squad."

Sun Yuanzhou asked: "Pioneer? How are you going to arrange?"

"This is a terrible thing, we can't ask our people to do it!" The bunker smiled viciously and easily. "I planed the grave of Danyangfeng's disciple. Together, there are also 600 bones. Refining into a corpse. These corpses are not afraid of death, and when the enemies who are guilty of the crimes are suffocating and chaos, they will be able to rush them to a surprise!"

Sun Yuanzhou took two steps: "The design of this array is not good. You can still remember the ghost soldiers in the cool valley? They are not afraid of the smog."

The bunker Lord grinned and laughed at a cold white tooth: "The ghost road is not far from the magic road. Some spells are even common. Can I not know how to cook this group of dead ghosts?"

He screamed: "The first layer of the Pioneer Army is the ancient scorpion, I made a few mouths, and I waited for them to break in. The inside is a bigger pocket. It is not enough. Ghosts, only to walk in it, they will be shattered by the soul of the soul, playing as slag, flying away, no more super-life!"

The more excited the bourgeoisie said, the more he said: "My most peripheral poisonous scorpion is set to be invisible. At least 50% of the living people will be recruited. The devil is not afraid of poison, and Xu Xing is very likely to Let the dead ghosts open the way, and wait for these open-minded divisions to feed the scorpion, and Xu Xingzhi will surely end up with an end to the end. At that time, we will..."

He said that the rise, a face red and white, a mouth open and close, as if the body has been lying under the countless old four door corpse.

When Sun Yuanzhou let him dance for a while, he calmly asked: "...can you stop Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi?"

This is not a general disappointment. The bunker owner has an eyebrow: "They are not only two people, but can they eat the whole Danyang Peak?"

Sun Yuanzhou actually answered: "They can level this hill."

"That is called them." The main character of the bunker flashed a fierce killing. "The big deal is that the fish is dead! I don't mind turning this place into a place for human Shura!"

Having said that, he has come up with a sigh of color: "If the mountain owner is willing to sit down, why should I be afraid of Meng Zhongguang?!"

Sun Yuanzhou lost a lot in just three days, and even more eyes appeared transparent, listening to him mentioning the mountain owner, the light in his eyes was a little dark and dark, and he opened the topic: "Qing Lianzong, Yangyue Zong, Lingyinbao, and the rest of the seven sects came to me."

The bunker master finally understood Sun Yuanzhou's intentions, took back the whip, and gently tapped the palm of his hand, and smirked and smiled: "This is the first purpose of Sun Zongzhu."

Sun Yuanzhou knows that this person has become mad at the moment to prepare for the war. He only maintains a personal shelf on the surface. If he is slightly careless, he will reveal the side of the beast. Therefore, he speaks extraordinarily and drizzle: "You have sacrificed too many disciples." They have whispers and are normal."

This layer of the array method is not arranged in vain. If each layer wants to volatilize its maximum effect, it must be filled in.

The owner of the bunker is naturally not willing to sacrifice the life of his disciples in the fort, but wants to take the power of ordinary people to create a powerful array of methods, which is tantamount to the refinement of the sea, so he naturally aimed at those small The sects of the sects swayed them in the name of fighting against the enemy.

The people came together, and before they even sat on the hot ass, they were dragged into the battlefield in a team, and they made a stepping stone in the way.

The other sects watched the Yunyun Fort become a fat-sucking blood-sucking worm. They breathed them in the air and left a skin. They angered to the extreme and ran to Fengling Mountain to find the red ancestors. Complaint.

After listening to Sun Yuanzhou's words, the main squad of the bunker slammed the whip, and the whip flower fell on a stone, and the blasted stone was flying. "This is the **** catching this time?" Whom is my fuck? I don't guard, I don't keep it. I slipped my **** and left them an empty mountain. Isn't it a hundred?"

Sun Yuanzhou sighed: "The bunker Lord has to say this."

He spoke extremely eloquently, but he also showed an irresistible helplessness.

- The Yunyun Fort family has a big industry. Once it is removed, it can't find a place to live. It will immediately become a wild monkey that is being chased by people. Qinglianzong and other small sects are not afraid of this, no matter where they occupy a place. The mountain camp can survive.

The big sects want to stand on their feet, the small sects want to protect themselves, and the interests of the two collide, no one will take a step back.

Sun Yuanzhou knows that this is the so-called centrifugal separation.

The owner of the bunker looked at Sun Yuanzhou's look a little dazed. It was rare to give some sympathy outside the heart of the killing. He took the big hand of the crushed rock and beat his shoulder. He said: "Sun Zongzhu, I know that you are not good at the middle. You can rest assured that even if the mountain master does not shoot, he will have their own ideas on the side of Meng.

Sun Yuanzhou has been exhausted in these few days. He is very willing to listen to what the bourgeoisie has in addition to encircling himself as an iron bucket: "...the burgeon owner please speak."

"There are one of them who are surnamed Lu, the leader of the dead ghosts." The owner of the bunker smiled slightly, and brought a hint of suffocation in his eyebrows. "In the battle, I will try my best to hold him. Can hold him, I have the qualification to talk to the surname Xu."

Sun Yuanzhou is not keen on this idea.

As far as he knows, Lu Yujiu is now in the body of Yuan Ying, so he can hold it when he holds it.

However, this is a good idea, so he nodded and appeased: "The hardship of the Fortress."

The owner of the bunker smiled, and his eyes were black and blue, but his eyes were full of ambition: "I want to see, I lay this iron wall, where can they touch it?"

Three days passed, five days passed, and fifteen days passed. The bunker continually reinforces the mountain defense and piles up more and more bones, causing more and more disputes and criticisms. However, in the direction of Tianchuan Unmoved, the spy handed over a letter in a day, and claimed that the thousands of disciples were quiet and incomprehensible, and did not see any meaning of mobilization.

The Blackwater Fortress Wubaozhu couldn't help but regret that they couldn't shrink. It was too much fortune. At the beginning, they should have a heart and a bite, and they directly hit them and drove them out to Yingtianchuan.

Thinking about it, he attributed the crime of delaying military aircraft to nine lights.

- If it wasn't for the first few days that the nine lights were driven out of Tianchuan, and afterwards they made a dejected, incomprehensible death, they would not be scared.

After thinking, he eagerly persuaded the bunker to attack together. However, the bunker turned a head into a rattle and refused.

His steel defense line has just been pulled up, hiding in the Danyang Peak, he feels comfortable, and now he is unwilling to venture out.

The Wubao master broke his mouth and couldn't make him change his mind. He had to find Sun Yuanzhou.

Who wants Sun Yuanzhou to be a gyro because of the nine lights, regardless of the situation, has been mobilized by him, and no one can be assigned to him to go to the sneak attack.

In addition to the red ancestral and the curb castle, the relationship between the Wubao Lord and several other large lords and lords is extremely bad. Even if they are reluctantly united, the guilty controversy may be far greater than the same enemy.

Thinking about it, Wubao Lord felt that he did not have to be the first bird, and he took his mind silently. He accompanied Shu Yunbao to repair the mountain defense. He made a lot of sinister ideas and added it to the original three defense lines. Six articles have turned the squares into a no-man's land with ten rooms and nine rooms.

They waited for Xu Xingzhi to cast their own nets and twist them into pieces of meat. The only thing they fear is that they will not come.

These two people who are overwhelmed, do not know what the situation of Ying Tianchuan at this time is.

Ying Tianchuan.

After asking a few disciples, Zhou Wang finally heard where Xu Xingzhi was, and walked across the hall to find him.

She never lost her way in the wild, but she was able to go to the present world and see the towering buildings of the temple. Instead, she was twice more dizzy than before, and spent a ten-monthly view to reconcile the architectural layout of Ying Tianchuan.

Zhou Wang turned to a cloister, and he saw that under the shadow of the sky, Xu Xingzhi, Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi were sitting side by side under the gallery, holding three identical sea bowls. Xu Xingzhi sat in the right place, holding a bowl of noodles and eating a bowl of face to sweat, the shape of the beautiful rhombic was reddened by the soup, and sucking his tongue while cooling, while eating, Zhou Beinan was also side by side with him. He became infected with the same eating phase, and only Qu Chi was arrogantly holding a bowl of clear soup to drink, and the soup was drunk out of a demeanor.

Their appearance makes Zhou Wang somewhat resentful, obviously three men who are not young, together, they become a group of half-sized teenagers.

Qu Chi first discovered Zhou Wang, he put down the bowl and smiled at Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang called a cognac and screamed again. Zhou Beinan looked up from the bowl and seemed to feel that he was not serious. He wiped his mouth and tried to make a serious statement: "What?"

Only Xu Xingzhi put down the chopsticks and said: "The face is under me, there is still in the pot. Do you want to eat together?"

He hasn't eaten human food for a long time, and the rules have been almost forgotten. When he speaks, he will hand the chopsticks into the soup. Qu Chi, sitting on his left side, found this and silently helped him to remove the chopsticks, shake the soup and lie on the side of the bowl.

Zhou Wang is very surprised.

Xu Xingzhi is not slow or self-sufficient, but why is Qu Chi so indifferent?

She listened to the disciples of Danyang Feng, who mentioned the humiliation of the past, and it was inevitable that they would be boiled. I couldn’t wait to raise the knife to Danyang immediately, and squat down the main head of the Yunbaobao Fort, but seeing the attitude of Qu Chi, it seems to correct Xu Xing’s chopsticks. It’s much more interesting than revenge.

Fortunately, Zhou Wang is not a soft temper. If there is a problem, he will ask directly: "I still don't fight today? I heard a few cool valley brothers say that Danyang Peak is consolidating the mountain defense, and then dragging it down, they are afraid to really Danyang Peak caused an iron peak."

Xu Xingzhi picked up his chopsticks again and glanced at his noodle soup. He said quite a bit: "Let them make it, just give them something to do."

After he finished, he extended his chopsticks and sneaked his face from the bowl in the south of Zhoubei.

Zhou Beinan swears at him: "Hey."

Xu Xingzhi: "What are you talking about. Look at you stingy."

Zhou Beinan: "...I am fucking..."

He lifted his foot and squatted, and Xu Xingzhi immediately made an unstable bowl to lean on Qu Chi, laughing: "Soup, soup sprinkled."

Zhou Wang saw them clamoring, and in his eyes, his heart was warm, but there was always a heart in his heart, which made her happy and joyless.

She sat down next to Qu Chi and stretched out the legs that had gradually developed to be slender and flexible. "Xu Shixiong, what are we waiting for? What is the longest delay? Is it necessary to fight a hard battle?"

"The hard battle is to fight." Xu Xingzhi, "...but not playing with Danyang Peak. The old boy who is surnamed is not worthy."

Zhou Wang looked at his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows.

Xu Xingzhi smiled and looked up at the sky. After half a mile, he said: "Look at the moonlight tonight, let's finish the bowl of noodles and go to the Danyang Peak. How do you feel?"

Zhou Wang: "..."

She found that she couldn't keep up with Xu Xingzhi's idea: "Just... fight directly?"

Qu Chi and Zhou Beinan apparently know Xu Xingzhi's plan. The former explained with Wen Zhou and said: "We have already negotiated a way. When you go with us, you will be."

Although still puzzled, Zhou Wang at least understood that tonight is the time to revenge for Qu Chi.

She turned and ran, and Xu Xingzhi called her behind her back: "Hey, don't you eat a little?"

Zhou Wang sighed in the distance: "No! I am going to find the brothers! Let them wait in front of the temple!"

The girl squats and runs away, leaving a crisp and cheerful foot sound.

Xu Xingzhi stared at her back and her lips fell slightly.

... There is no girl in this world who should be happy to kill.

After everything was over, Xu Xingzhi decided to let Zhou Wang gradually realize that he is a girl, not the same weapon.

When Xu Xingzhi was in a daze, Zhou Beinan had already gathered at his bowl and evened his chopsticks and fine noodles: "...just two chopsticks, no more.... If you are lazy, forget it, you won't go to the kitchen?"

Xu Xingzhi came back to God and squinted his face and said: "So little? You feed the cat."

Zhou Beinan gave him a sip: "Feed the dog."

Xu Xingzhi is extremely calm: "Wang."

Qu Chi: "Hey.... Cough."

Zhou Beinan stayed for his shameless face, then burst into laughter, and smiled and added a few chopsticks to him.

One of Xu Xing’s side-by-side thoughts, this is the first time that North-South has laughed since his father’s death. This dog is worth a lot.

Thinking like this, he squandered the wind in the bowl and then stood up and stretched out: "...go."

Danyang Peak fell a little snow two days ago, and the snow fell to the ground. Instead, the mountain was cleaned up and down. It was like a beautifully-drawn eyebrow, and the sky was filled with a new moon. It’s really so bitter. It means.

The Bunker Lord did not care for the moon and grace. He guarded a mountain that he had carved into a copper-clad iron, and he was looking forward to the arrival of Xu Xingzhi.

Nowadays, the backbones of the Shuyun Fort, the Blackwater Fort and the seven or eight small sects are all huddled in the Danyang Peak. The disciples point to the Songming torches and shuttle through the mountains.

When I was sitting alone in the temple, somehow, the Bunker Lord thought of Qu Chi, and thought of the head of the handsome young man being beaten with blood and a mottled hand, the more he wanted to be satisfied.

The man who was trampled into the dirt 13 years ago still wants to get up and ride on his head?

It’s a daydream!

Relative to the noisy noise outside, Danyangfeng’s Tibetan Classical Pavilion is still like a grave. Even if it is like a bean lamp, it will soon calm down. There are seven disciples who are quietly sorting out books.

They are the true disciples of Danyangfeng. In the thirteen years, they have been trapped in the study, sorted out the books, and turned the books of dusty one by one. They almost sat themselves as dusty Zen.

When they learned that Xu Xingzhi had made a wild news, the Bunker Lord had a very good idea on them. However, these seven people, killing them with shackles, seem too big a fuss; taking out the chips, these gangs are all middle-level disciples with no order, not enough.

It’s okay to throw it out, but when they die, no one will guard the Tibetan Classics in the mountains. This is a boring errand, and this group of people will not do it. The bunker will never think of anyone who can take over.

The bunker left and thought about it, and simply spared them a life. The left and right mountains have been sealed, and they can’t get out, not afraid of their venting.

One of the disciples is copying a copy of the book.

He turned over a book under the lamp, and he felt the wind in front of him. The blue silk silk that was attached to the bookshelf was screaming in unison, shaking like a willow in the spring.

He protects the pages of the book, and the suspicion is that the windows are not closed.

However, when he looked up, the whole person became a clay sculpture.

A semi-circular gray light door slowly turned around in the air, taking a pair of extremely long and thin legs.

In the disciple's hand, the ink pen slammed into the ground, splashing two or three inks, and his eyes gradually came up with a bright tear.

Although they already knew that Qu Chi had returned to the world, even if they saw it with their own eyes, this disciple still felt like a dream, and he couldn’t believe it. He feared that he had stunned the dreamer: "Master...senior..."

Qu Chi hand-picked the dust, the waist was a long sword, and the Zhu Yi was swept into the waves by the dust and wind that was rolled out in the light door. He raised his hand and shook his sleeves, and gathered the long sleeves that danced in the palm of his hand, and pressed his fingertips against the lips. On the side, lightly slammed.

The magical disciples who watched the night outside faintly heard the strange noise in the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures, shouting through the old distance: "What sound?"

The disciple would know what to do, wipe away the tears, and open a window and replied: "There is a half shelf book. If you are idle, hurry up and help clean up."

When the disciples of the Demon Road listened to the hard work, they were afraid to avoid it, and they left the lantern with two sentences.

The disciple was busy closing the window and looking back: "Brother, I..."

This time, he was once again stunned.

Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang, Zhou Beinan, Lu Yujiu, a man in a dark cloak, and a short-shoulder girl with double knives, came from the light door.

The light door behind a few people is still coming out of the disciples of the old four-door costumes. Although the light door is small, one can only pass one at a time, but everyone passes through it, and it is orderly, in a blink of an eye, there are dozens of People filled in the Tibetan Classics.

One of Xu Xing’s hands was behind him, holding a fan and shaking slowly. He laughed at the seven Danyangfeng disciples who heard the sound after the sound: “You, I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

The seven disciples had tears in their eyes, but they all knew that this was not a good time to recognize the old ones. They suppressed the sourness that came to the bottom of the eyes, silently fell to the ground, shook hands, and grief and full of hope on the ground. I feel a muffled sound.

One of the disciples trembled and asked: "Brother, where are you from..."

Xu Xingzhi pinned the fan, and smiled and said: "We? From the wilderness."

Originally they negotiated a few days ago. It should be done three days after the end of the snowfall. Playing Danyangfeng was caught off guard. However, when Qu Chi went to a wild land and came back to return the key, Xu Xingzhi suddenly blessed the soul and came up with this. Drill your mind.

... Why do they want to take a long distance to attack?

The door to the wild, this can be opened according to the user's mind, and it is not a shortcut to borrow the road.

After this, Xu Xingzhi let Meng Chongguang experiment and found that the door of the wilderness can indeed lead to Danyang, but it is probably because of the reprimand, the windy tomb with another wild key can not go.

Obviously, this defensive loophole is not within the calculation of the bunker master.

Xu Xingzhi looked at the door of the wilderness that was still pouring out of the figure behind him. He took a fan handle and stunned it: "Small land, first try it out, this old kid has no heart and sickness to set up in the mountains."

Lu Yujiu condensed the gods and released a dozen souls that had been collected in the wild. The mouth was stunned, and the dozens of transparent shadows were stuck against the wall roots and quietly drilled out.

His eyes are bright and dark, and the little fox-like cyan scorpion gradually flashes through thousands of scenes. After patiently searching through it, he replied: "Safe in the mountains."

One of Xu Xing licked his lips and held the neck bones for a while. The neck flicked twice.

When he was eager to try, he felt that the belt had been pulled from behind.

Meng Zhong PV put on his back, no soft bones like a bone: "Sister, you will get up later, you don't want to be too far away from me."

Xu Xingzhi knows that this old goblin has a special obsession with his own safety. He followed him and turned back. He gently said on his soft and moist lips: "You are not too far away from me."

He said, he placed the wooden hand behind him and patted his back: "My back, I will give it to you."

Meng Chongguang gently opened his lips and put Xu Xingzhi's fingertips in his mouth. He ate sugar and kissed him, which was a promise.

During the Pingyue Temple, the Tunbao Lord and the Wubao Lord discussed a round of mountain defense matters. Only when the night was getting darker and the chill was thicker, simply hit a stove and cook the wine in the furnace to warm up.

The main wheel of the bunker looked out of the window, thinking that there was a wall of iron wall that he had completely established. He couldn’t help but say that he couldn’t tell the truth: "If they are really dare to come, I will tell them that what is there? No return!"

After the Wubao master smiled with him, he added a bit of sadness. He listened to the boiling sound of the liquor and sighed. "If my only child is still there, I will fight for a glass of wine."

The Bunker Lord has no children, and he can't understand the sudden wounds of Wubao's master. But even his cold-hearted and cold-hearted, he knows that the name of the main son of Wubao has gone down in history. His dying, he opened the magic road. Countering the history of the four doors.

The Bunker Lord firmly believes that this history will continue to be written. These old-fashioned counter-attacks are just the rebellious resistance of the dying beasts. Just by this paragraph, their momentum is weakened and they are unable to continue. It will be down again.

Thinking about this, the bunker Lord opened his mouth: "This hatred is not too late to report today! When the Qingliang Valley was destroyed, now it is possible to destroy these enemies again, we..."

The voice did not fall, and the Bunker Lord suddenly heard the noise outside, and gradually became a hurdle, and he could not help but frown. "What are these people screaming?"

In a flash, the sky is shaking. If there is a thunder slamming the mountain, the whole mountain is shaken!

The Wubao Lord was shocked: "What happened?"

He got up and was about to open the door to investigate. A magical disciple picked up his spiritual power and slammed into the hall without a fly. With his head full of blood, he squatted and fell on the chilly ground, screaming: "The Lord! The Lord... they came in!"

The owner of the bunker, who was still able to sit still, got up and jumped over and slammed the stove that had not yet boiled: "What?!"

The stove was tipped over, and the white silver charcoal was rolled down to the ground. It was like a small human head. He ran over a charcoal fire with a pair of big feet and stepped on a few scattered fly ash.

He picked up the worm-like person who was lying on the ground and snarled: "What do you mean? Who is coming in?"

The disciple cried in tears: "Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang... and Qu Chi... Yes, there are people, many people, wearing four clothes..."

"What?" The bunker yelled at his lost face and shook his collar and asked, "Which layer did they go to? The whistle of the whistle? It was not the day before that they were extended to two." Is it a hundred miles away? So many people are coming, what are they doing?"

The disciple trembled into a leaf in the wind: "They, they didn't have a slogan... they didn't come from outside..."

In the main brain of the bunker, all the rules and thoughts were razed to the ground, and even for a time they could not understand what the disciples were saying.

"What is ‘not coming from the outside?’” The bunker murmurs. "Can they still dig up from the ground?"

The disciple cried: "The disciples are from the original Yang Temple... They came from the west and the west, and they touched it quietly. The disciple only had a face with the goddess named Meng, and he waved his sleeves. The original Yang Temple collapsed, and the disciple made a life from the ruins..."

"Mountain defense? Ah? Why is there no message at the mountain defense?"

The disciple cried and shook his head. He had been scared by the gods who had fallen from the sky, and his body was weak and slid down.

There is no warning on the periphery. This fact is that the heart of the bunker has suddenly slid into the dark pool of darkness.

He flipped the table on one foot, and the sword smashed to the front of the stage, pulling up the broken scorpion and shouting: "Fighting -"

In fact, it is no longer necessary for him to rumor. In just a few moments, the war has violently burned the entire mountain.

Zhou Wang’s back double-knife was infected by the surrounding sounds, and it was quenching. Xu Xingzhi led her all the way forward. There were six unknown disciples who shouted to kill Xu Xingzhi. He was a bamboo fracture fan in the palm of his hand. After a circle, you will make a red long scorpion, throw it out, break the snow, catch the moon shadow, and instantly put the three men in the heart!

The other three people saw this situation, and they were forced to rede out a pair of eyes, screaming at each holding the blade, and rushing toward Xu Xing!

Zhou Wang stepped forward, Xu Xingzhi also took the initiative to give up the position: "To you."

Zhou Wang glanced at him. He first grasped the shank in the sheath with his right hand and his wrist, and looked at the three people in front of him. He asked in a concise manner: "Who first kills?"

Xu Xingzhi underestimated: "...all you see."

Zhou Wang beheaded and his left hand was back behind him.

When the double-knife came out, the light and shadow were chaotic, and Zhou Wang looked at it with a little bit of sway. The bronze double-edged blade that weighed more than a hundred pounds broke open the dark blue air curtain and pulled out three **** blood.

A few people turned into broken and rotten fruits in her knives, and Zhou Wang rushed through the **** rain, and a little blood on the cheeks of Bai Nensheng Xue.

She rubbed her blood on her shoulder and sneered: "...but that's it."

These bluff disciples, which are more vulnerable and vulnerable than the monsters she met in the wild.

In the end, she threw her double-knife in the palm of her hand, holding a handle in her hands, back to her back, and straight into the disciples between the disciples.

Lu Yujiu covered his face with ghosts, and the floating plaque in front of him showed the fascinating lavender light. His red and white lips and teeth opened and closed uninterruptedly. Under his command, the group of lavender moiré burned under the forehead. The ghosts spread and spread out, and the disciples who were panicked were separated and forced to look at each other.

Under the frost and the sword, the flesh and blood are broken, and the sorrows are everywhere.

On the side of Lu Yu, he was firmly guarded by a Zhou Beinan, and he was blocked by any cold gun.

He is the ghost slave of Lu Yujiu, no one can hurt his ghost owner.

After sending away Zhou Wang, Xu Xingzhi found Meng Zhongguang.

In the face of a small team surrounded by the magical disciples, the two agreed, and put the back to one place, confronting the disciples.

Xu Xingzhi smiled and said: "Heavily, if I remember correctly, this is the first time I am with you to defend the enemy?"

Meng Zhongguang was quite convinced to remind him: "...the wild giant."

Xu Xingzhi did not agree: "At that time we were separated."

"There is still a wild tower, and Wen Xuechen..."

Xu Xingzhi shook his head again: "That time you held me, I will not let me move."

Meng Zhongguang smiled at his lips: "That brother, this is our first time. What do you think?"

Xu Xingzhi followed a piece of music and turned the "free pen" into a fish sword: "... Will it be used?"

Meng Zhongguang took the lead and the two of them took each other's weapons into the other's hands.

Meng Zhongguang’s blade is a plain and unspeakable sword. There is no name, and there is no such thing as a famous origin. It is only when he was an adult, Xu Xingzhi took him to the Fengling Refinery. A sword that matches his size and sword habit.

... I didn't expect him to use it for so many years.

This sword is really unremarkable. On the color, pattern and style, it is even plain. The ninety-nine of the hundred swords in the sword have grown into this. Only Meng Zhongguang’s palm temperature gives it a little difference.

Xu Xingzhi raised his sword body, and the blunt face of the blade slowly crossed on the arm, and it was cross-shaped. At the same time, he did not forget to ask Meng Zhongguang sideways: "What is it called?"

Meng Zhongguang held the fish-sword sword of Xu Xingzhi and stood up against him. He answered slowly: "Read Xu."

One of Xu Xing’s sly, he immediately laughed.

Seeing the enemy's courage, shouting and killing to the near, the two swords are out, the sword is like a dragon, carrying the sky, irritating, bloody.

The bunker stood in front of the temple, and heard the shouting and sorrow of the ringing hills.

The lights in the side hall of Pingyue Temple were shaken and turned over. The blazing flame had burned down half of the palace, but he was still ignorant, flying in front of the dark shadows of the mosquitoes.

The Wubao Lord went to find the sectarians in a quarter of an hour, and still has not returned yet, I do not know whether to escape or die.

He refused to care for his life and death. He was thinking about where he was missing.

Obviously everything should be perfect, obviously...

Just as he thought about it, from his gray-black vision, he slowly fell from the top.

When the person comes to the ground, the left sleeve is rolled, the right sleeve is out of the sword, and the sword has a bright red color.