Martial King’s Retired Life

Yiren knew the emperor's intentions and had flew onto the stage and wanted to save people. I consciously owed people like Shen Yiren and others to pay back, so I went to get the rain sword. Even Ye Luo bent his bow.

However, these three people move no faster than Yu Jian's determined-stab. The speed of the sword was far better than the three, and the silver light--grabbing it to Luoming's throat, saw no help.

Suddenly came to Jingzhen shouted.

"Lai Qing! Isn't that me!

He flew up and kicked the whole sword out of Yujian. Yujian spit out a blood whip and fell to the ground.

All three women stopped .....

Come to the real person to slowly retract your feet, shake-shake the hem, like the length of Guan Yun, bow to worship.

"Your Majesty, your loyal minister is here!

The emperor's head hurts: ... kneel, kneel down.

"You, are you with him?" Yu Jian couldn't help vomiting blood, struggling on the ground to get up, but he couldn't succeed after all.

Lai Jing really shook his head and said, "No. I have known this ironsmith for a long time, but I have n’t met much. There is no friendship. Why do you want to kill him? \ '

"He killed my brother!" Yu Jian growled.

Lai Jing really seemed to notice the wind sword on the ground at this time, and kicked him: ‘Your brother, is this it?’

"Hugh is going to startle my brother!" Anger and anxious heart, on the contrary, made Zhen Qi stray, making it harder to move.

Seeing the mirror as if observing something rare, the body around the wind sword circled a few times.

"The sword in my heart is the stinky iron-making technique. It will cost me two dollars in medicine.

Ready-pumping, already in your hands-sword. Shen Yiren was almost unaware that his ‘over quietness’ had fallen into his hands.

Come to the mirror Shinji counted back and forth, murmured: "Blood in the heart must be replenished with heart blood. The blood of this big brother is not compatible with me, it just works, it seems that your life is good, the life of the old is bad. "I didn't know what he mumbled, but when he saw his sword turned backwards, he pierced his heart quickly and unkindly.

Suddenly blood-splattered clothes, soaked inside and outside, came to the mirror really did not care about his face.

"This sword is slippery.

Looking up at the crowd's faces full of horror, I felt sorry, adding.

"That's not too astringent. '

Yu Jian shouted, "Don't talk about that nonsense !! What are you doing?"

"As the saying goes, who will go to **** if I don't go to hell." Lai Jing really slowly pulled Yu Jing out of his body, but the blood on the sword condensed on the sword as if it shed. "That is, save people.

Everything seemed to slow down. Every moment when he pulled out his sword, it seemed to become a grid-like picture, extremely slow. It seems that the degree of closeness of the sword to the muscles can be seen as the sword is slowly issued.

What's even more strange is that while his sword was slowly pulled out, the blood on his shirt was disappearing. As if time and space had traced back to him, when the sword was in the body, everyone could clearly see that there were countless blood drops on his chest, but the wound on his chest closed.

No one understands why this happened, and no one knows what he is doing.

Taking Jing Jing with the real blood beads in the mirror, he slowly regained Feng Jian's chest. The same thing seems to happen to Feng Jian again. The blood on Yu Jing's body couldn't stop \ 'climbing' into Feng Jian's body. When the sword was pulled out, the wind sword's wound was not completely closed.

"Well, it seems that the sword has time. The foundation of this big brother is very good, he can die or live, all depends on himself." After the words were finished, Lai Jing suddenly appeared white and fluttered like a wind. Palm, each hit on the main vein of the wind sword. As soon as the thick and pure internal force entered the body, the wound healing speed of Fengjian's chest suddenly accelerated. Before long, the wound became a dark red bloodstain. But still healing slowly. Perhaps the best situation in the future will only leave a scar.

And the face of the dying Fengjian gradually became bloody.

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Lai Jing really wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had no blood on his body, and his chest injury seemed to be deceiving. He had long since disappeared.

No one knows how to respond to such a bizarre scenario one--how could a person be immortal?

The emperor seems to be strange-in general, the whole process does not care about Jing Jing really lives. He already knew how terrible the practice of this national teacher who was called the half-immortal body. So I can rest assured to follow him in. But if what he said about the "Holy Saint General Book" is true, maybe there will be a battle now ...

Lai Jing really pinched his fingers, two steps to the left, two steps to the right, and suddenly stopped in front of Alples. Did not even raise his head, muttered.

"Bodhi. Alples?

Alples pulled the charm that he wanted to deny and nodded: ‘It ’s me. ‘

"Well, it's just you. Bodhi. Alples, I'm here to inform you by the order of the" Holy Holy General Book. "I took out a crumpled crumpled piece of torn paper from my arms. Hyphenated, squinted and read: "The general report decides to take back your status as a top ten Holy Saint. In other words.

Lai Jing really looked down and looked at Alples.

"Just don't let you do it.

Scolded: "There is no end to it !! Is it important ?!"

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