Martial King’s Retired Life

I do n’t know where to fight

Ling Hanzhong vomited blood almost with anger, eyes were covered with bloodshot, staring at these fools. Impossible opponent. Regardless of Seongil, the guys who are enthusiastic about the wealth of women, do n’t even want to challenge that

No matter how hard you think, there will be no battle of hope, but it will never stop.

It seems that they are explaining --- Lushan Jianguan has not died yet.

There are countless swordsmen who will defend Kendo for life. Qk.SEACG.oL is willing to be a cow and a horse. They are not for the purpose of cutting the "big name" of Qingtian in the martial arts, or the power map of Lushan Sword View. They belong to Lushan and devote their lives to it Down. They are doing things that Ling Hanzhong cannot understand. It seems that he

The old man looked back suddenly, and suddenly realized that he had nothing left in his life.

"This, this stupid ... the old man disdains to understand!" Look, almost panic

Ling Hanzhong turned around and ran more quickly. Even when the saber fell from his waist, the man who didn't talk to him caught the 'Five Olds' who was the head of Lushan Sword View. As far as Ling Hanzhong is concerned, it is nothing more than a handle sword. With people.

‘Five Lao’, stroking the scabbard with regret, and sighed -0. But I do n’t know if it was for the sword, or if it did n’t take long for him to feel qi and blood, and to transcend Han Zhongshi's light work, he went out like a smoke. His light work was not weak, but he was older

Surge. The sound behind him made him chill.

'Boom'.

'Boom'.

‘咚’, the rest of this kind of sound ca n’t stop the devil's percussion, ringing in Ling Cobell ’s cochlea. As if everything in the world is only dizzy, the sound still doesn't ring. He has a headache and can't help but want to yell \ 'Don't hit it, don't hit it! \' But the tortured head

There is a stop, as if gradually approaching.

Ling Hanzhong could not help but look back, could not help but draw a -0 cool air. We paid the same amount of blood and sword light flooded the entire forest, and the scene was by no means the word 'blood war' to describe one-despite the warrior 2's hard-working swordsmanship for many years. . Each swordsman wields his sword with his pride. You have to prove yourself with the peerless master

They are not afraid of death, nor are they afraid of more powerful enemies.

What is most ridiculous is that Ling Hanzhong couldn't help feeling holy at this time.

The crowds and sword waves are like: waves are rushing. pace of. Since appearance

In the center surrounded by Jianguang, the young man seems to be unstoppable, and nothing in the world can stop him.

His slow pace hasn't stopped because of anything, even-times. He sent out that tormenting spirit, his sword was like his people, without any stop, knocking back every swordsman who came forward to challenge-the same

The sound of the sound is to recede. This place is the best under the door

Ling Hanzhong was so stunned that he forgot to run away, standing there, looking at him one after another

Defeated by the swordsman.

He really, single-handedly,-one person at a time, picked Lushan Jianguan.

Ling Hanzhong felt that his brain was hurting, and a ridiculous thought struck his mind.

.... It shouldn't be like this. If it wasn't for my lack of discipline, if it was the past Lushan Jianguan

Maybe, I won't lose.

-No, no! It's not my fault!

But no matter how he denied it, Ling Hanzhong couldn't erase the idea of ​​lingering.

As he was tortured by his heart, a dark, cold shadow pointed at his head and face.

The young man said lightly, "It's your turn."

"You can't kill me! How dare you kill me? You, your master ...

"Speaking of, my sister-in-law mentioned your old man once.

The youth smiled badly: "She

Don't forget to make a copy for her if I meet you.

The black sword fell, and the old man sent a miserable mourning. Screams full of helplessness

Three days ago, it was also at the foot of Chenghuang Mountain, not far from here, there was also a man who issued the same helplessness, but owned the book. But the voice is different from this ugly heart full of fear, restlessness, and shaking, although the same imitation

Strong quality. Good respect.

The attitude of a craftsman who can't martial arts struggles for his family. Now, it still makes people want to come.

The young man turned around and looked inside the woods, it was very unsuitable for the 'old man'

It was an old face, and he was probably older than Ling Hanzhong, who was a little old. But mean

The word. Instead, I would like to describe him as an aging man. Aged.

Years made him look old, but he failed to bend the sword-like spine, so he did not show the dragon at all.

On the contrary, it is a good gesture for using a sword.

"The whole Lushan Jianguan, only you can pick me up."

The old man smiled casually.

"Thank you for your attention, Feng has to come from." Ji Xun shed dust.

The man pulled out the ‘Five Olds’-sword, Fenghua restrained, not invisible, but faintly revealed-

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