The Sword Dynasty

Fusu saw the Qingshan sect of the Qing dynasty, and he saw that he did not trim the margins, and even the same hair. He knows that in the practitioners of Shushan Jianzong, only the rumored cultivator will be so tidy.

Although the man spent all his strength on the study of the beasts, he was proficient in pharmacology, and he was good at using poison, and he was good at using drugs. He is the best in the world.

Fusu knows that his injury in the body is getting better now. Naturally, it is only this person who has used the medicine.

This kind of medicine is very soft and makes people feel comfortable. However, looking at the green scorpion, Fusu’s heart is more painful. He said with all pains: “Predecessors, some personal grievances, it’s necessary to put the whole 岷山剑宗And dragged the whole dynasty into the novel?"

"This is not a matter of personal grievances. This is the truth."

Qingyi looked at the painful Prince Daqin and said: "Wang Jingmeng relies on the entire Bashan sword field. If you want to steal the country and seize the throne of Yuanwu, it is also very easy. This is for the faith, brotherhood. And the world ethics. However, Zheng sleeves rebelled against him, Yuan Wu killed him, destroyed the Bashan sword field, this chaotic husband and wife, the meaning of friends. If the father and son, husband and wife, brothers, relatives and friends are disregarding the truth. Then what is this world Revenge for the brothers, this is not the matter of dragging the entire Laoshan swords and the entire dynasty, but people living in the world always have reason."

Fusu can't refute. The more things I know about the year, the closer I get to the truth of the year, the more pain he has.

Because he can't understand why his father, how could he do that?

"No one likes to fight."

Qing Yan looked at him and said: "Especially no one likes to fight to risk being killed, so you must first understand why people are fighting like this."

Fusu was breathing hard. He saw the East Hushen repaired on the side of the dead wood, saw the thousand tombs that looked smaller than himself, and saw the swords and the Ding Ning and the long-sun shallow snow. .

These people are naturally world leaders, but after this series of battles, everyone's situation is extremely poor, it can be said that it looks very miserable. I think that the reason why these bright people can avoid the world by doing this is why he wants to fight like this. He can't speak more.

Then he didn't see the young dragon that had been huddled in the long sleeves of the grandson's light snow, but he saw the dozens of snakes in the dusty mountain on the side of the plate, watching the dozens of dragons originally belonging to Jiaodong County. However, it seems to obey the people on the side of his body, and his heart suddenly gave birth to great shock.

......

The nightingale has not died yet.

He is still in a state of dying.

At this time, outside the thousands of dusty mountains, there are traces of practitioners everywhere, and any practitioner can kill him easily, just as it is insignificant to crush an ant.

However, it is completely meaningless to kill him at this time, not to mention the initiator of this smash that may change the whole world. With his identity and the price paid for it, many practitioners will not Let him die contemptuously.

At the moment, he was standing next to a Jiaodong County practitioner wearing a yellow robe.

The Jiaodong County practitioner is a very old woman with wrinkles on her face enough to absorb a bowl of rain. She has a bone whistle in her hand.

On the sides of her back stood several practitioners wearing the same yellow robe.

Looking at the last few pictures of the snakes that have been put into a thousand dusty mountains, her eyes are filled with infinite emotion.

"Are you satisfied?"

She whispered to the nightingale.

The nightingale has been unable to speak, but there is a look of satisfaction and gratitude in the eyelids.

He devoted himself to his life and everything left in his home, and Jiaodong County has invested in the efforts of many generations.

With so many dragons entering the battlefield, the people inside are not dead, and there should be no more effort left.

The rest of the matter is naturally the last harvest.

In some of his distracting eyes, a thick red color began to appear.

A practitioner wearing a big red robe appeared here and came to him and the old woman in Jiaodong County.

This is an old man who needs to be white.

There is a strange temper and unbelief on his face.

When the old man appeared in front of him, the nightingale's eyes were filled with more satisfaction.

Few people in the world of practitioners like to wear big red gowns.

First, the color is too hot and flamboyant, and the red itself is very tacky and too conspicuous. In some battlefields, it is easy to attract the attention of the enemy, and first become the object of being killed.

Even in Changling, some official robes that show majesty are dark red or dark red, and purple.

However, when Wang Jingmeng entered Changling in that year, the practitioner who finally appeared before Wang Jingmeng appeared in the eyes of all the people present at the time, that is, the same Dahongpao.

A raging fire rushed out from such a big red robe, shrouded Wang Jingmeng’s dream, and if he had swallowed and burned all the blood of Wang’s dreams, he burned the dead Wang Meng’s dream without even dust. Next, dry and clean.

Dahongpao is the fireman.

The lord of the fire.

In the legend, when the body of Wang Meng’s dream was finally burned out, the fire sects were completely annihilated by some of the strongmen of the Bashan sword field. However, there were too many things to be concerned about in the past, and there was news that the fire was only injured and not dead. There are also reports that he has been killed, but ultimately unable to verify.

Now this old man is a fireman.

He is still alive, and naturally he did not die in the same year.

At that time, he was arranged to take the final shot and burn everything, naturally it was the fear of Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou.

Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou are not aware of the secrets of the nine dead silkworms. I have heard stories about nine dead silkworms, but even Wang Jingmeng has no cultivation of nine dead silkworms. So for the sake of stability, he needs such a practitioner. , can make Wang Jingmeng even a trace of blood can not stay.

However, there is still a problem.

The fire man did not understand what went wrong. This unknown fear made him a bit violent and uneasy, but what is certain is that he must not let the people in this dust mountain grow up again.

For Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou, even if they are not 100% sure, they need to make things more secure.

Therefore, it is not enough for a person to be a fire.

When Dahongpao appeared, a practitioner was slowly appearing on this hill.

The sorcerer was dressed in a plain white robe, but because his body exudes a dead temper that only the practitioners who practice the ghosts of the gods, and he holds a white bamboo stick, so It seems that he is wearing a dress like a mourning.