Thousand Blades of Death

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The moon in the world rises from the west.

When it first appeared, the earth still had a grayish afterglow, and the star-like scene had no prototype, and only a humble round of white jade hung from the sky.

Some creatures inhabit this, and the other is ready to be busy. Whispering elves, shattering the riverbed gravel, and dissipating the heat. When everything is done, the end of the day is completed.

The darkness around is easy to cause uneasiness. The shadow above the head is mixed with faint fluorescence, but it makes people feel mysterious and yearning, and unspeakable comfort.

Tonight's carnival is over, and we must welcome the arrival of tomorrow's life.

When Ma Yuan was still in Caotou Village, he once told Liu Bei about the origin of Qinglian sword.

"The sword is cold, and the material feels not like iron or stone. I can presume that this sword was not created, but the creation of the gods and gods of heaven and earth, which can be seen in the world."

Liu Bei took the Qinglian sword handed over by Ma Yuan. He looked left and right. His index finger crossed the blade and knocked a little, making a crisp cry. After hearing it, a smile appeared on his face and praised it.

If it were not Liu Bei who didn't understand swordsmanship, I really wanted to try this sword.

Ma Yuan thought, this is the sword of Li Bai, the sword fairy, so naturally it cannot be inferior.

Regaining the Qinglian sword and feeling its sharp edge, Ma Yuan felt a sense of security in his heart. When the sword was inserted back into the new scabbard, Ma Yuan said modestly to Liu Bei:

"Brother Liu Bei's weapon is also ordinary, and it certainly has an unusual origin."

Liu Bei’s weapon similar to a gun was very close to the type of weapon that Ma was originally in, so Ma Yuan was very interested.

"The origin...?"

A trace of gloom flashed on Liu Bei's face, and Ma Yuan couldn't help regretting the quick words just now. A generation of real-name masters succumbed to the unnamed small mountain village, naturally there are unusual reasons, according to the usual plot development, there must be a painful past.

It seems that Ren Bei's free gun carries many of Liu Bei's memories, and those memories are not light and pleasant.

"This thing is called Rende Yigun, and it was left to me by my parents. I know so much about its origin, and more information needs to be investigated later."

Liu Bei remained silent for a few seconds, gave Ma Yuan a reply, and then continued,

"Brother Ma Yuan, look at your Qinglian sword with a long breath, but it's a family legend?"

"Oh?" Ma Yuan froze for a moment, and replied, "It's not a family heirloom, but an old man's relic. This sword was originally his weapon."

"With the old man's sword, what are you going to do, why not look for your own sword."

Liu Bei said, looking away from other directions, Ma Yuan's companion Qiu Ming was still in a coma.

Ma Yuan: "Well, I plan to use this sword all my life to prove it to him."

Hearing the other party's words, Liu Bei thought for a moment, then showed a big smile, and drank a thick tea.

"You and I are persistent people."

Liu Bei put down the teacup and said quietly.

Return to the Junfang Temple again.

Ma Yuan single-handedly launched the "Twenty Heavens" in an attempt to destroy the ancient fiendish **** and seal it again.

Neng Tianyin floating in mid-air was ordered by Ma Yuan to gather into a large piece and shoot towards Ma Yuan. There are countless figures of Xu Fu, they are not afraid of the fierce attack, they stand on the spot waiting for the sky to come over, there is no meaning to avoid.

"Isn't there his real body there?"

Ma Yuan wondered, even if he tried to lock the breath, every phantom had Xu Fu's original breath, and there was no difference between them.

"This is the avatar that you condense with the power of the blood family. Any one can serve as your body. For your immortal physique, there is no physical uniqueness. You only need to choose which body is the will. It's just coming up."

The magnificent Nengtian Yin, crushing Xu Fu's doppelganger in front of him in a ruthless manner. In front of the absolute true god, no matter how many ants are on display.

Through this round, Ma Yuan explored the details of the other party and knew the secrets of the other party's avatar.

"You are right," all Xu Fu said the same sentence. It was no surprise that Ma Yuan, who had Emperor Shi Tian's advent, had a doppelganger, and Rao was not so flustered. A screaming tone said, "Even if you know what this avatar is, can you find a way to crack it?"

Soon, Xu Fu's flesh created by the power of the blood clan covered the entire space. Xu Fu didn't mean to force against Ma Yuan. He only had to consume Ma Yuan, wait for Heaven and Earth to realize that something was wrong with Ma Yuan, and then withdraw the power of the true **** that could represent Heaven and Earth Avenue. This is Xu Fu's victory.

It was in this time difference that the gambling of the destiny of the two was settled.

"hateful."

Ma Yuan faintly felt that the instability of the power of the true God residing in this body was sometimes pulled by a certain force. Over time, this force has become more and more powerful.

"If the three swords of Qinglian I will use it." Ma Yuan thought.

No matter how to search for memories in his mind, Ma Yuan still can't think of any sword moves, as if the memory is removed from a specific part.

Suddenly, he remembered the night when he first visited this world, in Chang'an City.

What Ma Yuan noticed at first glance was the starry sky here, as if the gorgeous jewels were connected together, indicating the glory of the starlight that came to this asteroid through tens of thousands of years.

Fascinated by the beauty above, feeling nervous and stimulating, Ma Yuan's heart thumped.

Fantasy scene change.

After escaping the Datang chasing soldiers, the horse forced to separate from Juyoujing arrived at the Yin and Yang Temple in Chu Han.

The dry sword inserted on the stone echoed the double swords of Moxie, the source of the fifth-order holy stone disaster, and waves of red light waved out from circle to circle. Suddenly, the double swords cracked and turned into fragments that fell to the ground, just like ordinary iron.

Out of the Chu Han Temple, Ma Yuan collapsed in a desert and was rescued by a team of business brigades. Later, he was robbed by the gangsters because hesitantly did not take action in time, and part of the team was lost.

When he served Ma Yuan to his destination, the business traveler could not help but ask Ma Yuan why he hadn't shot in time. If so, those who were in front of Ma Yuan would not die. Of course, the boss did not show dissatisfaction.

Recalling this, it stopped abruptly.

Ma Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Xu Fu, who was crowded with his eyes, and his inner peace was terrible.

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