Urban Young Fairy

Lin also dismissed his words and made a footstep. This time, he did not retreat and explored his hand. . . . Bookstore

Over there, the black robe was thrown out by a sword. The sword, the sword's front, the sound of the wind and thunder, stirring the clouds, and even the surrounding sandstone was firmly attracted by his sword.

The arrogant power seems to want to open the ground, the black robe robes and dances, when the sword front falls, Lin also **** into one, and the fingertips die to the sword front.

Time is like this at the moment.

The clouds do not move and the wind stops.

Only the people around are full of ‘color’ changes and shocking faces.

Boom!

Next second.

The sound of the thunder of the whispering whistle of the ear, with the black robes and Lin also as the heart, spread out in all directions.

The power of violentness caused the entire ground to collapse, and countless jungle grasses were all bent by the sword anger.

The earth and stone are flying, and the fine dust floats in the air.

The people around them closed their eyes subconsciously, holding their heads, and feared that they would be knocked down by the flying sand and smashed.

For a long time.

"End?" someone asked softly.

"It should be over, but it is Dunqing! The person who took the sword is the ancestor of Jiangnan Jianzong who came out from the grave. He went down with this sword. It is a mountain that can give it to him. That Lin Jiuxuan is even a wrist. It’s not going to be the opponent of this sword.” He Yun’s throat swallowed.

He looks around.

Ding Daoming, who lost his arm, stood still, but his look was pale, and his eyes stared at the borders where the dust had not dissipated.

The rest of the Jiangnan Jianzong people around, in the past, outside the martial arts and martial arts, superiors, today, one by one, like a funeral, if you lose the family, it is a bit funny.

Everyone stared at the place, and the atmosphere didn't dare to breathe.

"Shi Qing, or else, let's take advantage of this opportunity and slip it."

He Yunqi saw other people and did not speak. This atmosphere made his heart very uneasy. He looked at Zhu Shiqing sitting next to him and whispered a word.

"He won't be dead." Zhu Shiqing glanced and muttered to himself.

"It must be dead. Is there any doubt about this? I am afraid that later, the ancestor, if you want to **** the boy's blood, the 'female' of the boy's boy, how can it be done in my movie? Such a look." He Yunqi is a little scared.

"No, they have appeared!"

Zhu Shiqing's eyes wide open and he exclaimed at this moment.

Her words fell, and everyone looked at it.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the sun broke through the floating dust and shone in the body of a flying earth and stone.

The teenager carried the bag and his face was cold and proud.

His **** fell against the sharp sword of the long sword, and the black robes who were holding the Qing dynasty stood there and did not move.

"Zu Shiye!"

Ding Daoming did not hold back and shouted a bit.

Everyone looks nervous.

The ground has already shown a huge pit 'hole' that is more than two meters deep, especially the surrounding land. It is not the pit 'hole' that is forced by the force to blow out the land, but is forced by the strong force, and the whole soil is fierce. Squeeze down, hard to push the ground down two meters!

Its power gap is by no means a star or a half.

"Lin Jiuxuan! How about this sword?"

The black robe smiled and the voice was particularly proud.

His voice fell, holding the sword and reflexing, rushing to Lin’s neck, and simply stroked it.

The sword front of Dunqing picked up the sword in the air and the white light flashed.

Lin Jiuxuan, who is in the eyes of everyone, still keeps his fingers in the air. It seems that there is no way to dodge the sword of the black robe.

"what!"

Zhu Shiqing saw the scene in front of him, scared and exclaimed.

"A sword has blocked your gas 'hole'. You have at least five breaths and can't move. This sword, I took your head!"

"Lin Jiuxuan! Why did I not be as good as you, why she was so devoted to you, she should have belonged to me!"

The black robe screamed, and God ‘color’ mad: “Give me to die! I can’t get her, I can’t see her again, and you never want to see her! You can’t get her!”

Dunqing swordsman flashed again, suddenly accelerated, seeing to cross Lin’s neck and separating others.

"Ugh."

A soft sigh rang.

Lin, who stood still in the same place, turned his head slightly, staring straight at the black robe standing in front of him.

But he is too late!

Dunqing's Jianfeng, with his neck, only difference!

As long as one breaths, one breath can cut a skull!

The black robe's face 'color' is more 'exciting' and it seems to be successful, but when he feels the calm and extreme eye of the young boy, his heart, I don't know why, suddenly there is a very strong crisis. sense.

This sub-crisis feels particularly sudden.

But all this does not seem to matter!

The black robe slammed his teeth.

Within a few minutes, Lin Jiuxuan can be killed, so that he will never be lonely in Huangquan Road!

However...

All eyes, seemingly unstoppable swords.

When I touched Lin’s neck, I suddenly broke the entire blade.

It seems to be a piece of glass that hits hard steel and collapses into a myriad of fine glass crucibles in the air.

That whole handle was cleared, and all fell apart.

From the tip of the sword to the Jianfeng, with the entire sword body, it was completely turned into a dust, falling apart.

The teenager standing there is still the same, safe and sound, and there is no damage.

"How... how could this be..."

Black robes, the body of the Qing dynasty, only a bare hilt ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He holds the hilt, staying awkward, and even more puzzled.

This is Dunqing!

Within the entire Jiangnan Jianzong, it is second only to the red dust of the broken sword!

"Your body, how can the sword be sharper!"

He squinted, and in the past he relied on a clearing, walking the world, and opening a mountain.

Most people in the world only know that he used to be a stonemason and polished a stone statue. From then on, he learned the kendo, and he became a sacred man. He became a raging horse, a sword and a sword, and he was the hero of the mountain.

However, it is rarely known that he loves the stone statues he has polished, and the stone statues are really human.

He was supposed to die a hundred thousand years ago, but he always couldn’t let go of his heart, because the ‘female’ he loved was another man, and the man’s name was Lin Jiuxuan!

He did not hesitate to pierce the cheekbones, endure the pain of the ‘meat’ of a hundred thousand years, forcibly renew his life, and sighed with a sigh of relief, in order to kill Nai Lin Xuan!

Today, he is returning to the past, and once again, he is going to kill the person who wants to kill.

Everything is going on in anticipation.

But at the last moment, the Qingjian sword completely collapsed, leaving him, like a memory, heard the broken red sword.

The hero is late, and there are a lot of sighs.

"Maybe for other people, you can win."

"Unfortunately, your opponent is me."

"This sword, you still lose."

Lin is also indifferent and looks faint.

He turned to look at the erects that were still facing each other and the dust, and there was some inexplicable sadness in the eyes.