The Sword Dynasty

Hengshan Xu Hou frowned, and looked down at the night, and said: "I will not show mercy today."

The night sneer smiled and looked very charming. "I don't need you to show mercy."

工具han shanghai han shang sang, she has a squint in his eyes.

The night is cold and slightly tilted.

Above the head of Hengshan Xuhou is naturally the sky.

At this moment, the sun is thick, and there is no cloud. However, with her eyes, there is nothing in the sky, but there are countless crystal raindrops. b{}{}Fiction{][}r/>

These crystal raindrops are not like human beings at all. People don’t feel any wetness at all. When they fall down in the air, they completely violate the laws of nature. It’s not just that the speed of falling is so fast. The speed of imagination, and the end of the end, just like someone holding the two ends of the water droplets, pulling it to the ground into a silk.

Only in this moment, the millions of crystal raindrops have become thousands of thin lines.

The sharper the tip of the thread, the sharper it is, the more it has the ability to penetrate. Moreover, the thin line is constantly flowing, and the strength of the vitality drawn from all directions continues to converge toward the tip of the fine needle.

The bang banged.

With a low level of sorrow, the air masses of Hengshan Xu Hou’s body exploded, with his body as the center, the stone slabs on the ground of several dozens of roadways, the walls of the courtyard shattered into powder.

His hair danced wildly, and the whole body expanded more than twice as much as the demon. The sword light of several buckets was surrounded by the air and dust in the explosion.

Thousands of rain lines penetrated into the vitality of his body's expansion and bursting. The tip of the rain line burst, but in the subtle time that only he and the night were cold, the thin lines seemed to be his sword. Like the light, it was wrapped around his swords.

It was only a moment, and there were countless thunderous bangs on his swords. The rain lines broke and flew out.

These rain lines are stretched from a drop of crystal raindrops. The naked eye is hard to see. At this moment, the break is a little thinner. However, when it splashes out, the broken rain line turns into a large group of crystals. Water splash.

In this street, there are countless people pouring water in the buckets.

Numerous groups of huge water drops fall from the sky, washing the dust in the air and breaking the black tiles on the roof. The broken black tiles splashed out from the roof. When it fell to the ground, the ground was already a layer of water.

The shattered black tiles ignited the blossoming waves in this layer of water.

Black is the core, and thousands of splashes are opened in this lane.

The night of the white dress and white skirt has turned and walked outside the lane.

Her upper is not wet, just like the torrential rain in Changling, she walked from the turbulent waves of the Weihe River, and her body floated on the water.

Hengshan Xuhou stood still, and his body was still surrounded by terrible arrogance, and his body was still as big as the gods.

"Hou Ye?"

The courtyard behind him had completely broken down, and several practitioners appeared behind him, watching the cold back of the night and sipping a low voice.

In their view, this sword is the sword that Xu Hou broke the night, and the cold night has been blatantly reversed. Is it really just a sword, so let her go?

However, letting their breath be the same at the same time, just as their low-sounding sounds, with a bang, Hengshan Xu Hou spurted a blood out.

His mountain-like body is like a leak, and it suddenly shrinks.

Yokoyama's body became normal and normal in size, but his face was sallow, and all the water in front of him was a scarlet blood.

He looked at the night's cold, floating back, and all the hearts and eyes were extremely shocked.

"Yunshui Palace..."

He suddenly understood what.

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From the eve of the night, there was a strange smoldering fire. The military newspapers sent by the master-level characters quickly returned to Changling. The Changling seemed to be quiet, but even the ordinary people in the streets knew the unusual. Great things happen.

When the skyrocketing occurred, some people in Changling were originally the subjects to be taken care of. In these people, the night policy was absolutely ranked first.

Therefore, many people may not know the actions of Hengshan Xu Hou, do not know what he is going to do, but many people know the trend of the night.

When the night policy blocked the Hengshan Xuhou, when he was using his sword, in the eyes of many people, the night policy has become the enemy of Changling, or has become a dead person.

The streets and lanes of Changling extend in all directions, but at many intersections, there are tall turrets.

These turrets monitor all the movements of Changling.

At this moment, when the water outside the Xuhou House was flowing, when the night was cold and turned away, a vest on the nearest corner of Xuhou House was completely soaked in cold sweat.

The hands of the warrior generals trembled, but as Xu Hou said, sympathy and respect are one thing, and the position is one thing.

This general naturally does not want to abandon Changling and does not want to be an enemy of the Daqin Dynasty.

So after hesitating in an instant, he shot.

He is the owner of this turret, and he knows better than anyone the real reason for setting up these turrets.

These turrets were originally a product of an amazing idea.

When some powerful femininity is concentrated by some crystals, the resulting beam can cause some unnatural strong distortion of the heavens and the earth, and then these beams can be projected into any corner of Changling as the moonlight.

This is the "cloudy month."

All the people who walked in Changling actually hang a sword that appears at any time.

This kind of symbol was refining by the masters of the Bashan sword field, and was separated after the drastic changes before Yuanwu's enlistment. However, after the Lushan League, the practitioners of the world knew that this symbol had been refining successfully.

In the depths of every turret, the most stable squad has been set with the most crucial symbol.

As long as the command of the general is issued, the symbol will release a cold and violent temperament, flooding the entire circle, and then the corner will rise up with the sword-like light of the moon, and go to the night .

The power of this "shadow month" will not go to the seven realms, but it will not fall below the six realms. What it really makes the seven practitioners fear is that it will continue to come, and the attacked practitioners will be coped with Can't hide.

The horns of all the turrets are connected, and the yin produced by Fujing will continue to flow into the turrets that are closest to this practitioner.

In any corner of Changling, the haze month will continue to kill until the practitioner is exhausted or killed.

In the general's hand, a finger-shaped gray spar appeared. When the real element in his body poured into the gray spar, he turned the gray spar toward a metal plate in front of him. The center took it.