Martial King’s Retired Life

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The explosion sounded, and Alan had a fear of being swallowed by the wind. -A strong air current almost blown her, her hair fluttering on the island, still slightly frosty in the cold winter air, dancing uncontrollably.

Alan closed his eyes and died, hoping in her heart that Alan would know that she was still thinking of him before she died.

There is also a huge and powerful sword-man from the height, and it really came, but it is strange that it is not the first two points of the person, the sharp edge of the broken jade. It was burning with extremely strong airflow.

The airflow was uncomfortable, but without the pain of imagination.

Alan closed his eyes and waited for a long time, his mind-movement--me, not dead?

She opened her eyes and looked at herself, despite her messy clothes, but still intact. Apparently, death did not come as expected.

However, this is the biggest incomprehensible place.

Alan is not a man who easily abandons his hope for survival. Especially after learning that Aleppo is still on earth.

Just now the Tao seems to be able to teach people to despair easily. It is not scary to give up life, but to tell the other side beyond doubt that in the face of the sword-only death. This is true with the fact that Xiao Suo, who is not very controversial.

This point is also profound to the uncle who keeps his eyes open.

She kept opening her eyes, not for fear of death. But her attitude towards death with Alan was not the same. When she was about to die, she got a little sense of liberation.

But in the end, he couldn't die, but opened his eyes and learned what just happened.

Why didn't they kill them like this sword?

Alan asked, "Just ... what happened?"

The simplest question, in return, is nothing more than embarrassing silence. It seems that he is far worse than Alan. Considering her injuries, the situation after the impact of the airflow should be even more uncontrollable. It is reasonable to think of it this way.

But I suddenly responded. She raised a little white hand, pointing not far away. It should have been covered by a lake, but it was still frozen. There seemed to be a hot spring emitting smoke.

"..There."

Alan looked over there and saw the white smoke bursting out,-time was gone. It took a while to see that there was someone in there.

What emerged from the thick white smoke was a man with long white hair.

The man stretched out as if to catch something—a hand, suspended in the air.

With his hand as the center, white smoke with high heat was violently emitted. And the ice at his feet melted into water, and his feet sank into the lake. It can be seen that at a moment ago, the place centered on him released huge energy.

I tried to say as calmly as possible, but the slightly trembling ending still revealed her surprise and fear.

"He ... caught the sword gas with his hands.

The youth in Alan's eyes seemed to have changed appearance.

He stood there silently, but he didn't seem to be there. Standing there seems to be an invisible mountain in the mountains. Its peaks soar into the clouds, and can be isolated from any impact. It meets the peaks of the clouds, is adjacent to the sea, and is integrated into the earth. His existence seems to be a mockery of the weak mortal.

The idea of ​​challenging him even seemed to be foolish.

The white-haired youth suddenly smiled. The smile is like a child who sees a beloved toy, and a lion who looks like a prey, but it is not a metaphor.

I also knew the youth for some time, but she never felt such a look on his face, which shocked her.

Because she understood that expression and knew what that smile represented.

This is a one-exclusive expression for E Battle 1. His smile comes from looking forward to the 'enemy'.

I also knew why I had never seen this expression.

Because to achieve this condition is an even proud thing. What terrible strength is needed to make this man look as an 'enemy'?

However, today--

Looking towards the distance, the sword tip pointed obliquely towards the surface of the lake, the master of Luojian Mountain Villa standing still. He was so powerful that he could turn this world into a solitary dust under his sword.

This person is also a monster. SB. 302 no C.C spell

Ming Feizhen retracted his palm and looked at the smoke and dust on his palm, his eyes faintly flickered with a rare sense of excitement.

He is indeed happy about the fight.

It's been too long.

It has been too long without this opportunity, making him thirsty.

Mingfei really stared at the palm and whispered.

"It's a sharp sword. This old boy-hiding this hand straight, also pretended to be a lie to Alples."

Looking into the distance, Luo Ming was also watching him. The eyes of the two fought against each other, as if sparking numerous sparks.

He had played against Luo Ming, this is not the first time that Ming Fei really saw Luo Ming's martial arts.

Far in the woods

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