The Sword Dynasty

"Mu Rongcheng is stupid, but young, and the speed of practicing and breaking the ground is good. I think that stupidity can always be adjusted slowly, but if you haven’t had time to adjust, you will be killed by a sword. It is."

Hengshan Xuhou, a pile of meat-like existence, exudes a breath of incomparable tyranny, watching the sheep's eyes look at the night with the lion, coldly said: "After all, I am already half of my house. You are so embarrassed, you don't give me a confession, who needs to give me face in the future."

"Take you a sword, isn't it just giving you a face?" The night cold is not a cold smile, facing the other person's body and the incomparable momentum that she can pack her inside, she even reveals two shallow Dimples.

"Slow! I like you this sex. It is the only female director of my Qin!"

Yokoyama's Xu Housen smiled coldly and reached out to the night strategy. "Come on, what are you waiting for!"

The night policy was cold and cold, and I didn’t say anything at all, just sticking out a small white hand.

In the clear twilight, a drop of raindrops suddenly fell, falling into the shadow behind the huge body of Xu Hou, screaming, involving countless tiny and crystal water lines.

At the same time, in the cold palm of the night, there was a crystal clear droplet out of thin air.

Yokoyama’s eyes seem to have been thinner than ever before, and his heavy coldness said: “Heavenly water!”

Time is like solidification at this moment.

The masonry of the whole street was suddenly squeaked from the pressure of the heavens and the earth coming from all directions. Countless old dust rushed out of the cracks, seemingly feeling the horrible air, trying to escape this long street.

The smile on the cold face of the night also disappeared completely.

Each of her movements became slow and extremely dignified, obviously more difficult than when confronted Zhao Wei.

Her outstretched hand is holding a suspended crystal droplet, but every subtle movement is as heavy as moving a mountain.

"boom!"

The crystal droplets in her hand turned into an inch-long crystal water sword in her hand. At the same time, the sky on the whole street seemed to collapse suddenly. Numerous heaven and earth were moving towards the crystal in her hand. Small swords gather.

Because the speed is too fast, the amount of heaven and earth is too horrible, so in a flash, these heavens and the earth are like an invisible giant mountain, which is hard to be moved by her, and then squeezes into the crystal water of her hand. In the sword.

This is the seventh place in the world where countless practitioners look up and move the mountain.

The third realm, the fourth realm.

In the third place, the practitioners can absorb some of the heavens and the earth into the body, and their own instinct to become the real element. In the fourth place, it is the real thing and more heaven and earth, while at the same time, open up some in the body. It can store the niche of heaven and earth, and the body can not only absorb and refine some of the world's vitality during cultivation, but can become a container for storing the vitality of the world.

However, only in the seventh world can we directly carry the horrible amount of heaven and earth from the surrounding heaven and earth, forcibly compressing in our true yuan, and every minute of the real yuan, burst into the horror of heaven and earth. Thus, when the enemy is against, an unimaginable power erupts.

In the wine shop where Wutong fell, Chen Mo is the practitioner of the fourth world.

However, when he shocked the students of the college, the vitality of the world, and the strength of the world that was moved in the cold of the night, is the gap between the trickle and the river!

At this moment, the heaven and earth, which was moved by the night policy and poured into the blade, was as heavy as a mountain. However, the crystal water sword in her hand was still light as if it had no weight.

"laugh!"

This small sword disappeared directly from her palm and shot at Xu Hou's eyebrows.

The sword is too fast.

If rivers pass through the air, they cannot see.

Xu Hourushan’s body did not retreat in one step, and his obese right hand disappeared at this time.

Because it is too fast.

In fact, he just crossed the arm.

Just this horizontal, there is a blue sword, like a giant mountain before his eyebrows.

A sword is like a mountain, and a thousand troops are not allowed to enter. This is the real Hengshan sword!

A more invincible atmosphere appeared between heaven and earth.

A loud noise that was so dull to describe in words was before his eyebrows.

Xu Hou’s hands were already carried behind him, and his body was like an iron shirt, and it seemed that he had not moved.

The night policy in front of him is also silent as water, one step at a time.

Her hand is still stretched out, and the little sword has been re-formed into a crystal droplet, suspended in her hand.

Above the body of the two men, there is a horrible cyan spirit rising up, forming a blue mountain in the sky.

Above the mountains, there are countless rains flying, not going down, but flying to higher sky.

Xu Hou looked up at the strangeness in the sky, smiled awkwardly, and the fat flesh of the whole body shook a little, so he stopped talking about it and turned to take a huge carriage.

Night policy is cold and expressionless, looking at the palm of your hand.

The droplets in her palms slowly broke into her body.

The night finally came.

The black carriage and the carriage of the iron cast separate the road.

Not far from a stone bridge, under a maple tree, there is a carriage that is supervised by God.

The carriage was a dumb without a tongue, and it seemed to be a blind man. Even the screaming loud noise was not heard, and there was no reaction at all.

In the carriage of the gods, there is a thin man in a dark red robes, short and extraordinarily messy and young.

His hair was a little gray, and his nails were slightly yellow.

He looks a bit decadent, but everyone in Changling knows that this is just an illusion.

All the people in Changling think that he is extraordinarily hazy, extraordinarily cunning, and extraordinarily cruel.

Because he is the head of the gods, Chen Jianshou.

He looked down a little, but his eyes looked at the wide street from the gap in the curtain.

The iron-cast carriage passed through the night.

Xu Hou's body made the wide compartments crowded. His fingers tapped slowly on his stomach. Thinking of the sword, he couldn't help but sneer. He said to himself: "It's really strong... After picking up this sword, I have to eat a lot, but at least I can keep you safe for the time being."

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In the night of Changling, several carriages are slowly heading for Hongyunlou.

Hongyunlou is a medium-sized flower building in the south of the city. When the night is getting thicker, the surrounding courtyard and the riverside in front of the door are all spurting lanterns, and the cars are flowing, and some snacks are sold in the surrounding streets. Sell ​​some flowers, sing some little songs... These are some of the few pieces of business that are worth a lot of money, and they are very lively.

But today, the red rhyme building was wrapped up, and the square was quiet and quiet, and some people felt depressed.

Even if you are not lacking in money, you will be greeted by the hospitable smug of the silky bamboo that you heard from the empty building. When you see the faint shadows in the streets, you will only feel the cold hair. I don’t dare to stay more.

Ding Ning and Wang Taixu got off the carriage, and the two walked like a walker to the Hongyun Building not far ahead.

In the five or six carriages behind them, they slammed down to more than ten people and followed them behind them.

The lanterns around Hongyunlou are still provoked.

Vaguely, you can see that at least a hundred people are silent and stand in the shadow around the Hongyun Building. There are more or less reflections on the body.

Wang Tai frowned and frowned, and he changed a crimson robes, which made his face look rosy.

A Qing dynasty man wearing a cotton robes, his hair was white, his skin color was very rosy, and he couldn't see how many wrinkles. He walked down from the second carriage and walked to the side of Wang Taixu.

Wang Taixu’s side is old and young, and the three have crossed the threshold of Hongyunlou.

The east of the second floor is a great room.

At this moment, all the unnecessary furnishings in this room have been emptied, but only a lot of short cases have been placed. More than ten people have sat on the ground.

When Wang Taixu pushed the door and half of his face was revealed behind the door of Weiqi, this quiet room was dead.

Wang Taixu is a slight smile, his lips are slightly moving, and the sound is carefully introduced into the ears of Ding Ning behind the body. "The fattest one is naturally the fat man of Lei Yutang. The short hair around him is seen. The thin man who looked extremely ugly is the only missing Tang dynasty in the Jinlin Tang Shuo. The white-faced scholar next to Zhang Fatzi is his son Zhong Xiu, who should be the most powerful practitioner in Lei Yu Tang. The one-eyed dragon is Tang Mengchen, one of the few people Jinlin Tang can now get.

After saying these words, Ding Ning and the old-fashioned Ma Pao who was next to her hair had already followed Wang Tai in this room and went to the table.

Ding Ning took care of himself before Wang Taixu’s side, and he looked at the people Wang Taixu said.

Lei Yutang's chapter fat man has a nose, so that when you look at it, you can see two huge nostrils. As a result, even if the rest of the five senses look good again, people have already lost their appetite. What's more, this Changling's rivers and lakes in order to show its boldness, in this weather, the black robes are still open.

Unfortunately, he seems to be too warm to wear, and he seems to be too easy to sweat a little, so his forehead and chest are sweating from time to time, oily.

If at this moment he is compared with the same fat Hengshan Xu Hou, then everyone will think that Hengshan Xu Hou is a majestic mountain, but he can only reminiscent of the pork belly on the chopping board.

The lack of Tang sitting next to him is completely different from him. His body is sitting straight, he can't see a piece of fat on his body, but his cheekbones are a bit high, and these days are obviously too heavy, and the reason for rest is not good. So the eye circles are a little black, and his face is too gloomy at the moment, it seems that his eyes are always surrounded by a black shadow.

The son of the fat man, Zhang Xiu, is a handsome man, wearing a purple blouse, and his face is white. He looks like he is only twenty-seven years old.

As for the lack of Tang, Wang Taixu said that the one-eyed dragon Tang Mengchen, Ding Ning can not even see the face, because when he walked into this room, at this moment, Tang Mengchen always lowered his head, not even once Lift it up.

The sedentary high rivers and lakes have their own extraordinary temperament. The two floors have stood in Changling for many years. Wang Taixu said to Ding Ning in the wine shop that he only did the underlying business that could not withstand the wind and waves. Modest arguments and choices.

In addition to the previous **** strangulation, Wang Taixu has let everyone in this room thoroughly see what kind of person he is, so when he sat down, the glasses on everyone’s case seemed to be light. Light vibrations.

An invisible pressure makes breathing more and more difficult.

Sitting next to him, Wang Taixu, who was sitting next to him, still didn’t speak first, just looking at the opposite Zhang Fatzi and Tang’s lack of smile.

(Enn... This book is very hard to write, very careful, but also a very complicated book... I hope everyone can see it slower... Then I hope everyone can collect more and vote more, otherwise... I am going to worry about it~)