Galloping in the fantasy world

"Let me go! Let me go! In the distance, there is an old monk riding a horse and holding a young woman. The voice comes from this woman.

The old monk galloped away on his horse and passed several people. One of them was a young man who looked like a standard man. The other four people, obviously workers, wearing suits, were shouting to catch up.

The palace to the south is invisible, but we know that these two young men are Wang Xiaofeng and Shui Sheng, the two heroes of Zhong Jian, and the old monk is of course the old man of Xue Dao.

Although he did not ride a horse, he did not specialize in light work, but he was very skilled in his work, and he was always fast when practicing martial arts. He added that God's light work was more important than usual.

It turned out that Di Yun had never learned the work of light, but after he learned the image of God, everything was possible? "The sky was covered with dark clouds" and "more than the earth". It was still not a very big country, and

Today, the palace in the south is only afraid of the original Di Yun in light work, so it is easy to catch up.

The old monk walked all the way to the west and to a secluded place to get rid of his pursuers.

The old monk rested his horse and did not wait in line until night. On the cliff side of the hillside by the river, he saw that the land was barren, with neither pedestrians nor houses. It was filled with water, and then the horse came to a tree and sat on the tree.

He looked up and down in the water, smiling, smiling. "That's great! Old monk Yan Fu is not shallow! Then he sat on his knees and turned off the water.

After a while, Nangong proudly came out from the side. He looked at them leisurely and calmly and said, "You are the ancestor of the Blood Knife. It doesn't matter. You can finish the work first. We can wait."

After a long chase, although the Southern Palace had deep and deep inner strength, it still suffered losses, so he first answered his own strength and then came out.

But he has always been very confident and does not care about the cost of the blood knife. He wants to know that between these two people, the best is the best.

Unfortunately, the old man's Xue Dao was still concentrating on his work, and he was very surprised by Nangong's sudden appearance. I didn't know if someone was nearby, that person was here, or chasing myself here. This was really a surprise.

But on the second thought, maybe not enough attention is paid to using the opponent, their blood knife, close to Dacheng, all the fighting skills are unusual, in the world who can do it yourself.

In addition, the opponent is still a little far away from him, so he cannot be attacked by the opponent.

On the other side of the tree, Nangong looked proudly at the work of the Blood Sword monk, comparing the positions he learned from the Blood Sword with the meridians.

After a while, the Blood Knife Monk stood up, grinned and said, "Where did you come from? Don't you want to walk through my damn knife door?"

Nangong walked proudly from under the tree to the other side, giggling: "You are thinking too much, I just heard that the ancestor of the Blood Knife is an evil monk, a sexual monk, and does evil things. Hsinchu Book, specially follow it."

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He glanced at the water behind the monk, and then said: "I don't know if I think so, you must do bad things." After that, he threw the knife he took from the elephant to the ground.

In the back, Shui was originally thought to be a monk, perhaps with a bloody knife. Now it seems that it is not, as if it has found a straw, it shouts: "The little master is me!"

Nangong rolled his eyes proudly, opened his mouth and said, "Well, I'm not a monk..." Okay, wait, blood knife monk, let me see your blood knife skills."

Then he pulled out the Qingming Sword, the scabbard was thrown aside, and the sword pointed at the Blood Sword Monk.

The ancestor of Blood Knife Bodhi smiled angrily, took out the steel knife from his waist, and drank: "Tonight is the night of the full moon, but every full moon night, if you offer it, you must behead it, otherwise Sivengra will have already been killed."

With that reduced, the blade's main drawback, you can have a feast tonight!"

With a flash of red light, the Xuedao monk had bullied his body. When he saw Daoguang again, the Xuedao monk gave himself a very strange angle.

Nangong was proud of this day, the two of them were together, Nangong was proud of the long sword in his right hand, and the right hand of his left hand was holding the other eye.

The Blood Knife Monk could immediately regain his sword power and suddenly switch the attack to the other side. His body changed, flashing two fingers, and clawed at Nangong's proud heart.

Nangong walked proudly and deceived his body again. After several such back and forths, neither party could match it.

In fact, this kind of pass, Nanlongshan's proud days thought that they were beneficial. Although they gave up a sword, they were familiar with hand-to-hand combat and only used the wrist to drive a long sword, and their thoughts could greatly limit the Blood Sword Monk.

I never thought that the Blood Knife Monk's hand skills are also very good. They have dozens of dates and no hands.

Now, Nangong is proud to give up his intimate body and draw a good competition with the hematopoietic monk to see if it is the fasting of the sword or the bloody knife on the other side.

When the blood knife monk saw that the opponent was no longer close, he immediately took the blood knife and flew it. When he saw the red shadow of the blood knife, the wind turned like a soft belt and came down to Nangong. He was proud of Jian Fengge.

Nangong Aotian saw that the opponent's target was his own finger, and didn't care at that moment, the internal force and the adhesion on the grass were the sword of destiny, the sword flower, the green soft sword of destiny twisted, your blood knife, followed by two steps,

With a stab in the back, the monk almost sold his blood with his bloody knife.

The Blood Knife Monk likes the opponent to exceed his own internal strength, but after all, he is decisive, ruthless and heart-warming. His five fingers clenched the Blood Knife in the direction of the Blood Knife. His empty hands, big and small, had five fingers turned into claws. He grabbed Nangong Tian's throat with a proud head and a ball.

Nangong was proud of this day. The long sword suddenly changed and led the blood knife monk to cross his hands. If you don't accept it, it must be you.

The Blood Knife Monk in the Sky is a quick change, a transformation, solving the crisis, and attacking each other again.

Before and after, although Nangong always had the upper hand, due to the Blood Knife Monk and his fighting methods, Nangong proudly took the time to take the opponent away no matter how injured he was.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hoofbeats behind them.

"One and a half, I should be the father of the aquatic generation, etc." The palace was proud of it.

"The other side is here to help, okay, there are 17 rides in total, it's not good, the ancestor has to pull quickly." The blood knife monk decided, without hesitation, turned around and walked away.

Nangong was proud of this move, and when the battle was closer, the opponent had to use this, so it was to their own advantage, always on the other side of the defense to run away.

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