The Sword Dynasty

The carriage passed through the streets of Changling. The line on the wall of Ding Ning played a role. The carriage quickly went out of the downtown area and headed for a tributary on the banks of the Weihe River. . .

When the coachman on the carriage passed through the street, he was pushed down by a soft force under a sun-shining wall. It seemed like a idler who was sitting around the wall and sunbathing.

Looking at the speed of the horse's unhurried speed, the sneer of the man's face that followed the vendor's appearance became more and more intense, and the eyes began to permeate a fierce and unremarkable. The momentum.

This kind of arrogance does not put a country in the eyes of the unspeakable momentum, look at the world, and only a few big counters can have.

The man of this trader's appearance is naturally Fan Zhuo, one of Yunshui Palace's true disciples, and Bai Shanshui's left arm and right arm.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo naturally has seen the intention of the carriage, but in his eyes, the people in this carriage are just looking for a dead end.

The people that Changling can kill him are limited, but such people will not exist in two floors.

Even the practitioners who are invited outside the two floors will never think that he is the person of Yunshui Palace.

Only these are just his personal thoughts.

The idea of ​​the long-term Sunshine is extremely simple, but it does not mean that she is stupid.

When the carriage drove into a shackled area where the river was raised by ducks and there was no smoke at the moment, she determined that the place would not have been observed by the nearest turret. She thought about Ding Ning’s face again in her mind. The route in the wall, I thought about the route that I left after the shot, and then slowly stopped the carriage and parked between the simple houses.

Fan Zhuo walked into the temporary village along the carriage mark of the carriage.

Looking at the blue-yellow or white duck manure that was exposed by the ice of the wagon wheel, his brow wrinkled and taunted: "The position was chosen well, but the environment was too bad."

The long-haired shallow snow brow in the carriage was also deeply wrinkled.

She has always had a more serious cleansing, which is the safest place for her choice, but she is still very uncomfortable when she hears Fan Zhuo.

She decided to leave this place sooner.

"Why do you want to kill Wang Taixu? Is it because Liang Liang?" she asked directly and directly.

"You are a soldier?" Fan Zhuoyi, he did not expect a woman in the carriage, did not expect the other party to directly say such words, but thought that the soldiers did not have the night policy so strong The female practitioner, he did not give much vigilance in his heart.

The long-term grandson shook his head and shook his head. "I asked you questions, not you asked me questions."

She was born in the first old door valve, and her temperament was extremely cold. At this time, her heart was unpleasant, and the voice naturally took a kind of chill, and the high power was on the top.

Fan Zhuo suddenly sneered, and the unruly momentum of the body exploded, and his body seemed to suddenly grow taller.

"Are you cold at night? Dare to talk to me like this!" He looked at the carriage disdainfully and said: "I am afraid that you really know my identity, you have to get off the bus and kneel in front of me. I don't want to kill you."

"Yunshui Palace is just a tribute to the sect. In the screaming of the Aoshan forest, you can also take the mountain as the king. In Changling, you must know how to hold your tail and behave."

The long-term Sun Xuexue was a Qin person and a former aristocrat. He himself looked down on the practitioners of the foreign dynasty, especially the practitioners who had been destroyed. She also sneered and said with impatience: "Since the night policy is cold, you are jealous. Then you should answer my question better, otherwise I will kill you directly."

Fan Zhu suddenly smirked on his face.

A sinister feeling began to permeate him.

Now that he knows the identity of his Yunshui Palace, he dares to deliberately introduce him here, and he can hear the meaning of the other party's words, and it is not even in the eyes of the night.

Looking at the entire Changling, in all the women practitioners, who can be stronger than the night?

I think of the woman’s noble and incomprehensible atmosphere since she came out. Fan Zhuo suddenly thought of a possibility, and his eyes narrowed unbelievably: "Are you Zheng sleeve?"

Zheng sleeve is the most noble hostess of the Daqin Dynasty, the Queen of Daqin, and she is also the strongest practitioner of Zheng's door valve.

However, when he heard such a shock, the long-haired Sun in the carriage changed his face, and the cold screamed: "Who is this woman!"

Fan Zhuo feels ridiculous.

Hey woman?

The other party even directly called the Queen Zheng sleeves as a woman?

And it seems to be so arrogant.

While feeling extremely ridiculous and incomprehensible, a stronger sense of crisis made his back begin to ooze a layer of fine sweat.

"What the **** are you?"

He took a deep breath and his face became extremely solemn. He stared at the carriage, and all his eyebrows were hot: "When did you hear that my Yunshui Palace would be forced by the enemy?" What do you want to know?"

The long-haired Sun's brow in the carriage wrinkled deeper. She began to feel that she was as good as Ding Ning, and she was not good at doing things other than practice.

But she has always been simple.

"I didn't want to kill you, but I just met, and I don't want you to kill the two-story man. If so, I will kill you." So she said.

"The tone is not small."

Fan Zhuo smiled coldly.

His voice is bright and thunderous.

There was also a thunder in his body.

A sword like a water flow appeared in his hand.

At the same time, in the sky above, a white cloud suddenly fell.

In the air, this white cloud has completely turned into water, turning into a crystal and magnificent water flow, like a real dragon.

The sword in the hands of Fan Zhuo became a stream of water and went to the carriage.

The crystal-like stream of water in the sky also fell from the air toward the car.

At the same time, his figure was moved by the sword and flew toward the frozen river on one side.

His body is also covered with thick water vapor.

In the air, there are three streams of water flying at the same time.

Fan Zhuo’s face is full of suffocation, but his eyes are cold and quiet.

Although his cultivation is a six-story product, there is still a step away from the real seven realms. However, the practice of the Yunshui Palace and the means of confrontation are not comparable to the general practice of the ancestral gate, and the closer to the water, the Yunshui Palace The stronger the practitioner will be.

Although the river is frozen at the moment, he has its own way to turn it into a torrent of water.

Even if the other party is a practitioner who really surpasses the night, he has the confidence to escape from the river.

......

The water did not flow, but the powerful force had torn the entire carriage in an instant, pushing the high-headed horses of the two carts out.

The long-term Sunshine Snow is in the debris of countless cars, and it seems that the body will be cut by many fragments in a moment.

However, in the eyes of her level of practitioners, the picture at this time is almost paused.

A long blue sword appeared in her hand.

The color of this long sword has sharply deepened and turned into a blue-black color, which is in sharp contrast with her white skin like jade. The blue and black are too deep, so she holds the sword, just like holding a sword. Nether world.

At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was flying towards the ice-covered river, saw her face and saw the sword in her hand.

"Nine Nether King, you are the grandson..."

He finally reacted completely and screamed.

At this time, the grandson shallow snow has already produced a sword.

All the pieces of the car splashing outside her suddenly stopped in the air, turning into countless crystals wrapped in blue ice, and then cracked at the next moment, turning into countless dust explosions.

The majestic water that fell in the sky quickly frozen as it approached her, and quickly turned into a blue crystal from the beginning to the end, stagnating in the air, and then crashed into the ground.

Fan Zhuo’s life sword, which flew in the air, shook loudly, but could not stop the spread of the blue ice crystal above. When she was a few feet in front of her, she was completely frozen, and she was shaken out by the strength of the grandson's shallow snow.

The true Yuan in Fan Zhuo’s body rushed out like a big river, and slammed under him.

At this point he has reached the frozen river.

His real elements, like countless waterfalls, hit the ice, causing strange rhythms.

The entire frozen river is instantly thawed.

The icy cold is forced out of the water by the hard water, forming numerous filaments, flying to the very high altitude, spreading like a fireworks.

Booming!

A series of horror explosions rang in his body.

His body was rushing up to countless huge water columns, and he immediately formed a circle of water walls.

The river under his body was not exhausted. It seemed that the water in the distance was attracted by the moment. Instead, a huge water vortex formed under his body. His body would fall into it and take the water. .

Taxis in Kazakh...

However, at this time, Fan Zhuo’s breathing stopped, and the sound of death was heard in his ears.

The numerous water columns that have risen from countless roots have changed color, and all become blue icicles.

A little blue-black sword light penetrated into the center of one of the icicles and stabbed him.

Fan Zhuo's face was pale and bloodless. He screamed, his right hand was pointed to the sword, and the horror sword was stabbed from the palm of his hand. He wanted to fight for a little time.

However, his right hand instantly lost consciousness and broke.

A bang.

His entire body popped back and was embedded in the icicles behind him.

"The strong nine Nether King sword... I don't think you have such a terrible repair."

"It's just that you can't get anything from my mouth. White Mountain will avenge me."

Fan Zhuo’s real yuan could not flow, but his face was full of laughter.

When such a sound sounded, he seemed to have a unique flow of water from the abdomen to the top of his head.

"puff!"

A white water rushed out of his mouth, and this Yunshui Palace was a big rebellion, but it broke off the breath and there was no life.