Lady Su’s Revenge

"Strict brother, it is really you!"

In a Xiuxian Xiaocheng Inn under the Jindaomen Mountain, Yan Shixun looked at Yan Zikai, and his eyes were full of surprises.

He has been lurking in the Golden Knife Gate for thousands of years. At the cost, the Nether Swordsman also allowed him to enter the reincarnation mirror and gained a small chance.

But after all, he is not the genius of the Nether Swords. On the day when the reincarnation mirror is broken, no one will shoot him. The memories that have occurred in the reincarnation mirror have long since disappeared, and only some of the minds learned in the revolving mirror are left in my mind. .

Naturally, he does not remember his role in the mirror of reincarnation. He will be the father of Yan Zikai, the great emperor of the country, and the Qinghe County.

He only remembers that Yan Zikai was famous in the Nether of the Nether, and his talents were brilliant. As long as he was a disciple in the door, there would be no one who did not worship him. Even his heart had already determined that Yan Zikai would be the next generation of the Sovereign.

But no one expected that Yan Zikai had disappeared from the reincarnation mirror not long after.

Yan Zizhen saw Yan Shixun's expression of surprise and surprise. His look was rather strange. Although he knew that many of the things happening in the reincarnation mirror were illusory, he still couldn't care.

"Brother, where have you been in these years?"

Yan Shixun looked at Yan Zikai, just like finding the object of the conversation. On weekdays, as the elders of the Golden Knife Gate, the high-cold system was turned into a desolate. "I haven’t returned to the Zongmen for hundreds of years, and I don’t know if my friends were still there. …remember me."

Yan Zikai’s eyes flashed and he did not answer his words. He slowly said: “In the eyes of those comprehension friends, you died a thousand years ago.”

"what?!"

Yan Shixun’s heart suddenly shocked, and the pupils shrank. “Why?”

Yan Zikai shook his head and smiled at himself. "What do we count as Yu Zongmen? Even if it is me, it will be a tool that can be thrown away if it is not a half-day. These...you have to cultivate for many years and you should understand."

"Of course...this is..."

Yan Shixun’s look is even more bleak. Originally, he disappeared in this moment because of the brilliance that he had risen in the eyes of Yan Zi’s eyes.

Yan Zikai silently watched Yan Shixun slowing down God.

Although there are suspects of rebellion, he is telling the truth.

Those who were sent out as spies by the Nether Swordsman would not be able to go anywhere. The benefits of Zongmen’s promises are nothing but mirrors, and there are very few who can really get the great reward.

Such as Yan Shixun, who has been living for thousands of years, the Zongmen high-level officials have long since distrusted them. Even the information that they occasionally get from them will be combined with other spies to confirm the true and false.

"Ha ha……"

Yan Shixun swayed the glass in his hand and suddenly laughed low. The voice seemed to contain sand and was sour. "The human feelings in the real world are the most valuable, and they are the most valuable. Now I still remember Yan Shixun. I am afraid that it is a Come and count your hands."

When Yan Zikai heard this sentence, he knew that he had reached the heat, and he hesitated: "You... want to go back and see?"

Yan Shixun suddenly stunned, and immediately looked moving, "Sister! Do you have a way?"

Yan Zikai nodded with a smile, but then shook his head again. "I am sensitive, it is not good to take you back. However, there is an opportunity at the moment. If you grasp it, you may be able to break through the shackles of the Nether Swords and get a brighter future." The road to comprehension."

Yan Shixun’s face changed slightly, “Sister...”

He was not found in other Zongmen as a spy for so many years. He was not a fool. The meaning of Yan Zi’s words made him shudder.

Rebel? !

"You are at ease."

Yan Zikai held down the hands of Yan Shixun's trembling. "You and I have the same family name, I will not harm you. I will not let you take risks. As long as you do your own duty, others, I will give it to the brothers." ""

"What is the point?"

Yan Shixun’s eyes were full of hesitation, and Yan Zikai was not annoyed. He smiled softly and pointed at the Golden Knife Gate.

"It’s easy for you, too."

Yan Shixun looked at the Golden Gate Gate and still couldn't understand it, but he soon understood it.

boom! ! !

A purple streamer fell from the sky and slammed into the golden knife door to protect the mountain. Until the golden knife door was smashed, it showed the original shape - a purple dagger.

"what is that?!"

"Our Zongmen Hall was smashed!"

"what!"

"Brother, come out, something big!"

"..."

The huge roaring sounds through the mountains, the main hall was destroyed, and the entire Golden Knife disciples violently rioted. In a short time, Jin Zhentian, the master of the Golden Knife Gate, flew out from the main hall with all the elders.

"Why are you small, dare to let me go!"

When his voice just fell, there was a pleasing female voice with a sneer. "It's me."

The emptiness of the wind and the wind, the butterfly's sound skirt is hammered and squeaky, and the phoenix is ​​cold and sturdy like a knife. The face is cold and cold, and the younger and the younger behind him are quietly following, low-key.

"It's you!"

Seeing Su Dieyin, Jin Zhentian’s eyes changed, and the moment of opening his mouth, the sound waves turned into a handle, and the illusory gold knife smashed into the void.

Seeing his movements, he wanted to kill Su Dietone immediately, so that she did not have the opportunity to speak.

Su Die sounds no panic, but smiles: "Da Bo, are you so anxious to let the prostitute die?"

During his speech, Ling Qingyi raised his head and revealed a plain face. He only stepped forward and waved his sleeves.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Those sharp and unparalleled golden knives are like a smashing stone, and they are broken.

Seeing this scene, whether it is Jin Zhentian or other elders of the Golden Knife Gate, they are showing their gloom.

This person... is not a cultivation of the gods!

Jin Zhentian is not saying that after Su Zhuo’s years, does the Su family have no backing?

How can you come up with a big power during the robbery period and protect the Sudie sound? !

For a time, the elders panicked, but only an old man wearing a dark gray robe frowned and stared at Jin Zhentian. He asked: "She calls you uncle, she is proud of her daughter?!"

Jin Zhentian looked at the indifferent Ling Qingying, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and he heard the old man questioning, his face was even more ugly, and his head was ugly: "Uncle, you have to listen to this demon girl, if the younger brother has a daughter, how can I let her Fallen outside?"

"Hehehe..."

Su Dieyin saw Jin Zhentian's sophistry, and suddenly laughed, and the words were ridiculous. "This old man, the uncle, he said it is correct. He learned that I was left behind, but I couldn't wait to send someone to come with a knife and get close to me. ""

"You are the homeowner of the Su family, Su Die!"

There is an elder who does not know the truth, recognizes the identity of Su Dieyin, and immediately sighs out: "Su Butterfly, you have forgotten that twenty-five of the Kyushu domain can not be killed by each other, otherwise it will cause all the sects to attack. It!"

Jin Zhentian heard the words suddenly refreshed, and bowed to Ling Qing. Zhen Zhen said: "This gentleman, although the villain does not know what Su Diey promised you, so that you can help her, but the Kyushu domain iron law can not be broken. If you insist on harming my sect, even if it is your cultivation, it will be fierce and less, you have to think twice!"

Jin Zhentian said as he watched Ling Qing's reaction and looked forward to seeing some information from his face, but he was disappointed.

Ling Qingyi is like no words he heard, always expressionless.

Su Dieyin looked at Jin Zhentian still struggling, could not help but laugh, and smiled very happy, "I have been wandering from a urinary, grazing with wild dogs, and robbing clothes, if my mother is good to take care of, there will be no today's Su Die Sound.

In recent days, Su Jiasheng has had some changes, and has nothing to do with my second house, but I did not expect that someone will take the opportunity to stab. Thanks to this thorn, let me understand... It turns out that my hatred has not been reported. Jin Zhentian, don't you want to get my father's exercises? I will let you have a long-term vision! ”

Su Die's phonetic speech to the end, his face is suddenly full of murderous, hands clasped a law that makes Ling Qing dynasty.

"Give me there!"

brush! brush! brush!

The three-handed flying sword was shot from the Qiankun ring, and the character was killed to Jin Zhentian.

Jin Zhentian immediately made a round bell-shaped magic weapon to resist the flying sword, but his face was more ugly than not blocking it.

The arrogant sword he had been searching for was actually in the hands of Su Dieyin, and... exposed at this moment!

"The proud proud sword, this child..."

The old man in the gray robes looked at the succulent Su Die sound, his lips slammed, and the old eyes were instantly wet. "The old granddaughter's daughter is still alive!"

"This is the proud sword of the former sovereign!"

"She is really the daughter of the lord!"

Many unreasonable elders were also shocked. The proud sword is the trick of the last lord to press the bottom of the box. The swords are different and unpredictable.

Since the inauguration of the incumbent, the sword has also been lost. Jin Zhentian is a brother of Jin Chengao, but he has not inherited this sword. No one knows where the sword is going.

But today, today, there is an answer.

And this answer... very unusual.

For a time, many people looked at Jin Zhentian's eyes and became strange. Even many people faintly opened the distance and cleared the relationship.

The other few who are unclear about the relationship are the eyes that turn around and seem to be looking for a route to escape.

Jin Zhentian also wants to escape, but the face of the ordinary linen is too much pressure for him in the middle age. In addition to being able to withstand the swordsman who is constantly shooting in the hands of Su Die, he will never take a step.

But he guarded the front, but was able to release a cold sword around him.

Hey!

The old man in the gray robes inserted the flying sword into the heart of Jin Zhentian. A pair of turbid old eyes were full of red, as if they were going to drip. "You killed my daughter and killed your brother! The beast, take your life!!"

Jin Zhentian smashed his eyes, and the blood smashed the flying sword against the chest, but the old man in the gray robes was even harder.

Su Dieyin saw the fingertips of a machine, a gold mans broke the gap of the round clock, inserted Jin Zhentian throat.

哗哗——

Blood rushes like a fountain!

"Oh... I am not willing!"

Jin Zhentian slammed his neck and his body fell softly. He never thought that his greed for a moment would bear such a bad result.