The Sword Dynasty

"Your flying sword is very strong."

Bai Shanshui said to the person in the courtyard: "It is only that you are likely to die."

"I was a dead man."

The practitioners in the courtyard looked at the white mountains and shook their heads and whispered: "You don't have to misunderstand. I just want to make sure that you don't live in their hands. If that moment comes, I will kill you first. Please treat me like me, don't let me fall into their hands."

Listening to such unpleasant words, Bai Shanshui smiled with some satisfaction and looked up and said, "Good."

The wind swelled and the night was turbulent. There were more than ten white lines in the sky, and they fell to the courtyard. These white lines are not known as the swordsmen of some swordsmen’s practitioners, or some powerful technique. The distance between the devices and the distance can be felt.

However, the practitioner along the Baishan Waters did not pay attention to these white lines. Even between the dialogue with Bai Shanshui, his heart was firmly maintained on his thin flying sword.

His flying sword is very short, the color is mottled when flying out of the muddy water, and the color of the muddy water. However, when the sword of the strong man under the sword falls, his sword becomes a sword. A restrained dark purple.

Between the dialogue with Bai Shanshui, his flying sword has got rid of the entanglement of a bright white flying sword, breaking into the house and passing through the body of a gray old man.

At the moment when the **** fog was rising behind the old man in the gray coat, the little sword that had flown in the ditch like a dead leaf fell to the ground.

boom!

The old man in the gray coat dumped into a small space full of debris. He looked at the deadly wound in the heart and refused to scream: "Fan Zhuo has died. Where did this come from?"

Looking at the young practitioners who are faintly visible in the darkness beside the white mountains, all those involved in the siege are full of the same shock and incomprehension.

No one knows that this young man is from Chu.

No one knows his name is Li Yunrui.

The nameless practitioner who suddenly emerged, for Changling, was like an air that did not exist at all.

Bai Shanshui did not manage Li Yunrui’s flying sword. She looked up at the sky.

The white lines in the sky carry a holy meaning, and it is actually more than ten heavenly fires that have been condensed by the heavens and the earth.

Feeling the extraordinarily distant and cold and perfect atmosphere, Bai Shanshui can be sure that these skyfires are the hands of Zheng Shou, but it is difficult for her to understand that these falling fires are equally powerful, just before her. Compared with the atmosphere felt on the river, it seems to be a little more deliberate, less natural and somewhat blunt.

Zheng Shou’s cultivation is naturally impossible to see an inexplicable decline.

For her, it is not the moment to consider Zheng Shouxiu.

She is hard to compete with the power of these fires, but she must block it.

She stared at these cold skyfires and slammed the sword again.

A glimpse of the blue wave from her sword, and then turned into an angry waterfall, rolled up in the sky.

The time when the more than ten Tianhuo had fallen was exactly the same, and it would fall to her and Li Yunrui on the side of her body. This is the power she can't compete with, but with the rewinding of the waterfall, these more than ten heavenly fires are in the thick green waterfall. In the midst of breaking the waves, it is clearly separated.

Then, the dark green sword of life disappeared in her hands.

Her ten-finger bullets, the air quietly condensed more than ten drops of crystal droplets, respectively, to meet the more than ten days of fire.

Every impact is like a giant mountain, and the innumerable turbulence of the heavens and the earth is like a fireworks.

More than a dozen houses around this small courtyard collapsed like a paper paste from top to bottom.

Bai Shanshui’s face was extremely pale. She barely blocked Zheng Shou’s fires, and she was somewhat proud. However, at this time, her heart gave birth to warning signs.

A black flying sword flew out between the broken rubble. This black flying sword is unremarkable, without any unique atmosphere. It is just like ordinary broken tiles. It has not caused any attention to her before, even without being She perceives it.

Not only is it unpretentious, but the atmosphere is restrained. This black flying sword has a precise grasp of the timing, just like Ding Ning’s moment of winning at the Shaoshan sword meeting.

The most important thing is that the sword's killing did not point to her, but pointed to Li Yunrui on her side.

She is too late to block the sword.

She feels cold.

There was a soft bang in the air.

That is the sound of the sword passing through the flesh and blood.

Only this sword did not penetrate Li Yunrui's body.

The left arm of Bai Shanshui stretched out in front of Li Yunrui.

The black flying sword pierced her left arm, and the owner of the flying sword knew that she had won the required time. She did not continue to fly toward Li Yunrui, but suddenly screamed and screamed straight. God seems to fly beyond the limits of control.

Li Yunrui glanced at the left arm of Bai Shanshui in front of himself, watching the horrible wounds that the blood rushed out, but his face was not much changed.

He did not go to see the black flying sword that was only enough to kill him. Instead, he nodded plainly to Bai Shanshui and said, "Let's go."

With the fall of the white skyfire, the exuberant killings in the surrounding streets disappeared like tides, and the flying swords hidden in the night also receded like snakes.

Bai Shanshui knows this because of the emergence of Li Yunrui.

This absolutely unnamed practitioner in Changling was not in this game. No one knows that such a powerful practitioner will appear around her.

Because of the emergence of such a strong practitioner outside the plan, Liang Lian could not lead the army to quickly kill or slay her in this street.

The longer the battle in such streets, the more it means that there will be more dead and injured people in Changling.

Any old man from Changling, including the enemy of Zheng Shou, such as Bai Shanshui, is very aware of the coldness of this woman sitting in the Queen's position.

She won't care about paying more.

It is only Lianglian that cannot bear such a price.

Because of the death and injury of these people... These costs will not be counted on her head in the future, but will only be counted on Liang Liang’s head.

So at the moment, she and Li Yunrui's online release of some of the mouth.

This is just some of the intentional loosening of the mouth. After rushing out, I don’t know what is waiting for her and Li Yunrui.

It’s just that as a big counter, she certainly can’t even have the courage to try.

"go."

She just nodded calmly, still as a real close to the waiter, followed by Li Yunrui.

The blood drips down her arm, and the blood is strangely getting lighter and thinner. What is dripping from her arm is no more blood, but a drop of crystal water.

A drop of crystal water drops on the ground, no sound, and directly penetrated into the solid soil below the gap along the bluestone road between Changling Street.

However, the underground is a resounding and roaring sound like a drum.

This voice is getting louder and louder and more and more intense.

The entire Changling ground began to vibrate.

Many of the Daqin practitioners lurking in the darkness looked at the ground that was constantly shaking. They could not understand how the repair of white mountains and waters could cause such consequences.

“Why is this?”

Li Yunrui couldn't understand, his brows were slight and he couldn't help but ask softly.

The white mountain otter smiled uncontrolly and said: "You have been following me. You should know that I have seen the most of the Changling waters."

"Under the underground river."

Li Yunrui reacted. He seemed to be somewhat ecstatic. In fact, his spirit was always concentrated on his flying sword flying in the air.

"It is just a waste of real money to cause the pulsation of the underground dark river."

The dust of the years between the roof tiles fell like a line, and there were countless panic sounds in the streets and lanes in the distance, followed by countless coughs.

A light illuminates.

The entire Changling was awakened from his sleep.

"People like me, it’s natural to be dying. I want to kill me silently. How can it be." Listening to Li Yunrui’s words, Bai Shanshui’s mouth once again showed some pride, “Awakening Changling How about spending more real money?"

Li Yunrui looked at her and did not say anything.

Bai Shanshui knew that he felt too conceited and outdated at the moment, but she just showed a more proud smile: "Follow me from now on."

"If those two people don't show up... if we can block the sword of Zheng sleeve, we might be able to leave the city alive."

Li Yunrui’s brow wrinkled slightly.

He wants to say that it is not very meaningful for him to leave the city alive. However, he feels the constant turbulence from the ground, but he has heard some unusual meanings from the words of Bai Shanshui.

Or, it sounded alive.

This vitality, at least for her, is important.

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