Thunderbolt Single Sword God

There are good people in Rivers and Lakes, there are bad people, and of course there are mediocre people.

Some people are content with having fun, only asking about fame and wealth.

There are also people who want to appreciate the world, and the world is only me.

A few old plum trees are full of flowers, bathing in the deep winter.

Next to the dilapidated pavilion, a snow shirt stands proudly in the wind and snow.

Hehe is eye-catching in the snow.

"If the gun world is a chessboard, then I have already made a move, and I want to see you, what can I do."

Mo Yunhao stayed in the gun tower for more than ten years, and after the deployment, he informed Cambrian and left the gun tower silently.

In the cold winter, the sky is cold and the wind is cold, in the dilapidated pavilion.

Mo Yunhao's eyes were indifferent, and he stopped for a long time. The ice and snow are also a beautiful scenery.

"The sharp edge of the sword comes from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and so does the sharp edge. My practice is not enough."

Mo Yunhao expressed his feelings, the desire to win the championship, and the meaning of self-examination is obvious.

Although he is strong, he is stronger within the strong, and if he does not move forward, he is not far from defeat in adversity.

"I hope my arrangement can save the Cambrian from disaster in the future."

Mo Yunhao is going to leave this place, weather the wind and snow, stay in the wind and cold, and continue to hone his sword.

It's a pity that the sky is not as good as people want.

Suddenly!

In an instant, the atmosphere of desolation in the world changed quietly.

The sense of time and space scattered, the piano sonorous, patchwork, the sound is pleasant...

Concentrate on its source.

"The most mysterious dragon crown in the gun tower, I will give you a song to end it, are you satisfied?"

A piano is located in the heavy snow, and a mysterious person turns his back to Mo Yunhao. The sound of the piano ends, and there is murderous intent in his words.

It's not good.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking the way? I don't know you, and I haven't made any enemies."

The corner of Mo Yunhao's mouth turned up, and he asked the question knowingly, he already knew who the visitor was, and he knew it very clearly.

The visitor turned around proudly, seemingly amiable, but his words were cold and indifferent.

"Oh, the dead don't need to know too much."

"Oh? You are very confident! I'm afraid you will return disappointed!"

Mo Yunhao's eyes turned slightly cold, and there was no fear in facing each other.

"Fengdu road, martyrdom, tyrants bury their bones. The sky is silent, the earth is silent, how can mortals see the end of the world. Doomsday, atheism."

Yin & Yang exchanged fire and blood swallowed the sky in darkness.

Di Ming's eyes froze, he disagreed with each other, and wanted to kill with one move, this is an unstable factor in the gun world.

The spies he arranged have no one to speak out on many occasions.

The Dragon Crown has a mysterious origin, its strength is unpredictable, and the plan may change.

boom!

The air waves are blowing, and the snowflakes are melting.

The powerful move pushed Mo Yunhao back hundreds of feet, the earth shook, and the wind and snow filled the air.

"Oh? Not dead? Some strength."

Di Ming's expression was stunned, and he was a little surprised!

Then it is!

The wind is blowing, the world is filled with wind and snow, and a cold and arrogant figure looms from the wind and snow.

"The peak of the universe, the extreme of the universe, the sword pierces the sun and the moon through the past and the present, looking at the world but loneliness, the sword surpasses the gods, who can stand up to the enemy? Single front and only me, sigh for defeat!"

In the cold and windy world of ice and snow, suddenly appearing, the single sword intent screamed and broke through Nine Heavens.

Hundreds of miles of snowflakes solidified, pieces of six-edged snowflakes suddenly slipped from the center and broke into two halves...

In the wind and snow, a red and blue Sword Qi that holds up to the sky, Sword Ray captures the sky, the sword that holds up the sky pierces the sky, and a sword in the sky splits the sky and the earth.

Ice and fire are merciless · heaven and earth!

cut!

"Huh? You're not Dragon Crown Li Moyun!"

Di Ming's heart was getting colder, he miscalculated, his complexion was very ugly, a little dignified.

It seems that there are some things that he doesn't know and can't control are happening quietly.

Such a situation was something he did not want to see.

Mysterious and powerful enemies suddenly appear, and the earth and darkness are concentrated, and the martial arts of Yongye playwrights are dignified to face mysterious and powerful enemies.

The chapter of Eternal Night Blood Dark Burial Cry.

Rumble.

The battle of the strong is unprecedented, the Sword Qi shoots fiercely, the palm energy spreads and bursts, and the earth cracks and floats for thousands of miles.

The wind and snow swept across, howling in all directions to destroy the universe, the region was shaken unprecedentedly, and the first battle was like falling to the sky.

thump thump.

Di Ming's expression was indifferent, and he was forced to take three steps back. He straightened his body and retracted his palm, with a calm expression, and flicked his shirt.

"Who should I be? It turns out to be the legendary sword master in person. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Mo Yunhao sneered at the corner of his mouth, and after one move, he gave Di Ming a warning and did not make another move.

With this probing sword, he already knew that Di Ming, who was injured, was not even close to him in strength, so he was not sure at all, so he took down Di Ming.

"Di Ming, do you all behave like this in the lineage of Yunhai Xianmen?"

Mo Yunhao sarcastically said that if he appeared in an awe-inspiring way, he would kill people to silence him, so it would be strange if he could give Di Ming a good face.

"Heh, it seems that you know a lot from Kunlun."

Di Ming suddenly thought that Mo Yunhao had learned about it from his name Kunlun, and he was quite disturbed by saying that he revealed his identity.

The sword master's strength is extremely extraordinary, and he is worthy of being a legend who can create a single-edged sword and a single-edged Sword Technique.

Martial arts Talent is astonishing in the past and the present, and its combat power is estimated to be not weak. Innate Legend.

In the battle at Nilin's Peak, his strength was damaged, otherwise he would not stop.

"If there is nothing else, I won't accompany you here to blow the cold wind."

Mo Yunhao was not polite at all, and Di Ming didn't care, and told the purpose of his visit this time.

"Sword Master, I hope you will stop meddling in the affairs of the pistol world, it will not do you any good, how?"

"No matter, Diming, I also advise you, you have to forgive others and forgive others, and there will be no end of time!"

Mo Yunhao stopped beside Diming, glanced at him, and after speaking, the figure in the wind and snow, dreamy and ethereal, disappeared in place...

"No matter what your purpose is, stop my plan, no matter who it is... only kill!"

Di Ming miscalculated, the target this time was the dragon crown, his face was gloomy for a while, Mo Yunhao's indifferent words seemed to have stabbed him in the heart.

The sword master acted calmly, apparently not afraid of him.

As for what he said on purpose, Di Ming guessed in his heart that he already vaguely knew some of his plans in the gun world.

Such a situation makes the scheming Di Ming very unhappy, Mo Yunhao's origin is mysterious, and his strength is also strong.

Now that the enemy is in the dark and we are in the clear, he has no good way to take Mo Yunhao for the time being.

Di Ming snorted coldly, and his figure slowly disappeared into the wind and snow...

A hundred miles away, the wind and snow are still there, and the wind is bitter.

"Di Ming, one way to the dark, no turning back."

Mo Yunhao couldn't help sighing, and walked to a cedar forest, stopped, and moved his ears slightly.

"Cough cough cough."

Suddenly, in the snowdrift not far away, there was a faint coughing sound.

With a wave of Mo Yunhao's hand, thousands of layers of snow rolled up, and a girl was buried deep under the snow.

"Huh? There's no blood nearby, so it shouldn't be a vendetta. What's going on?"

Mo Yunhao checked in doubt and found that the girl was running a high fever.

Picking up the girl whose face was purple from the cold and who was coughing constantly, he injected fire-attributed true energy to resist the severe cold, and picked up the weapon dropped beside the girl.

Looking around the world, there is no way back. After a little thought, I have made a decision. I have to go back to Mo Huafeng first...

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