Martial King’s Retired Life

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At the moment when the blood dragon pattern was filled, Emperor Yuan Long Tu Jian's body was full of magnificent lights. The magnificence of the momentum is as if the early sun breaks through the clouds, expelling the evil spirits of the world. The dazzling degree makes the rest of the field have to tilt their heads to avoid their brilliance.

Even Alples couldn't look straight at it. Could not help but avoid sight.

Alan's business can come from behind.

"The sword's evil gate is tight,-it's murderous for a while, but then again.

.... If the sun is shining, expel the evil haze; the magnificent reflection is like a dragon rising. Luo Ming tried his best to forge such a sword. "It's an emperor's sword. The heart of this sword is so developed."

The poison king caught by him didn't answer, just-sneer. Alberus was waiting for the confession, but found that the poison king was not trying not to speak, but was unable to speak.

The light that blooms on that sword with a magnificent and magnificent imperial spirit is all the evil and evil nemesis. The poison king has poisonous power, even at this distance, he is still forced to burn within five minutes by Jian Guang, and his dry and thin body seems to be burnt by the fire. There was almost a buzzing noise. Poison King Qiang endured pain, in fact, has been cold sweat.

Within three feet of the Emperor Dragon Dragon Slay, a golden golden halo was condensed, and the dark blood on the sword and the burnt-out traces of the ground cast by the divine **** were stripped apart in the overflow of glow, turning into streamer fragments.

Luo Ming was awake in this situation. The haze surrounding the consciousness seems to be broken by Jianguang's tone, making the chaos that the consciousness cannot continue to the limbs suddenly broken. Tianjian lying on the ground, slowly stood up. h

He opened his eyes.

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It's different than before.

That is obviously different. From the moment he stood and opened his eyes, Alples felt the strangeness.

Something has changed in this person.

This 'anomaly' does not just appear in the deeper 'nucleus' that can be observed in Alples. And in a form that is more clearly clear to almost publicity, it also appears on the appearance of Luo Ming.

He was many years old, two frosts of autumn cream, and a lot of wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes. Fengshen's handsome appearance is still unchanged, but he is no longer as young as Luo Siming's life can match his brother. It is more suitable for his age.

Maybe this is what he should be like.

Alberus's head-when he saw Luo Ming, he was what he is today. In the desert, a stable traveler, wearing the most common cloak, suddenly came to his place. With frost on his face, and a pair of tired gray eyes.

Emperor Yuan Long Tu is the sword of the royal road. The imperial dragon spirit inspired by the perfect fusion of sword gall and sword heart completely eliminated the dual poisoning power of Luo Ming's body from the root. Because the powerful internal force simulated by poison work also disappears, the young appearance brought by it is also scattered.

At the moment he woke up, his-Chee returned. Including aging, including the internal strength repair that can not be called Zhuo Junyu, including his eyes.

The expression on his face is similar to that of the Ming family, but the difference lies in the face of the monk. He should not have such unspeakable grief.

Luo Ming silently watched the dazzling Emperor Dragon Slaughter, the blood dragon pattern that had been completely filled. It seems that the blood dragons that have been injected with the blood of superior swordsmen can find out who the trace is.

It was a long time before he said.

"Is that ... Is Fengjian dead?"

In the ten years since I returned from the evil, everything that happened is like a dream.

He wanted revenge, wanted to practice stronger martial arts, and cast a sword that was unparalleled in the world.

He ran desperately forward, walking like the wind from all kinds of sideways and left lanes. In the end, no one was behind him.

Perhaps from the day when he was determined to get revenge ten years ago, he was destined to be alone in this path.

"So warm."

Luo Ming slowly raised the big sword in his hand, and Ying Yang narrowed his eyes.

"Fenger, you ... Really can the sword not be dusted?"

For Alan and others, compared to his appearance, it was even more surprising, but it was his heart that he suffered-the sword, but he could still stand up casually.

Is this person really immortal?

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Only Alples knew the answer.

Not only was Luo Ming wearing 'Canghai Deer Hunting', but at the moment of his recovery of consciousness, he also resumed the fifth-highest practice. With "Ghost Nerve" and the ability to hunt deer in the sea, it can completely close the heart injury. The miraculous deer hunting in the sea has been proven once when Aleppo was severely wounded and was able to escape the siege that day.

"You finally woke up.

"Yeah." Luo Ming seemed absent-minded, not even looking down at Alples.

Alples was unmoved. On the contrary, the experience of numerous births and deaths in the past told him that the person in front of him was not like he had seen it, lost his skill, was seriously injured, and became old. Alpes could feel under the grey eyes that there was

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