Asked The Red Dust

The silver saddle is a white horse, like a meteor.

Silver light came moving, and there was the sound of Long Yin, startled among the waves of the sea on the island.

It was clearly in the spring, but everyone present felt a sense of killing by the autumn wind. The neat sound of the sword and the sheath came from his ears. The cold cold light spread in the sand field.

The competition field of the two people became a battlefield. The approach of one person with one gun, but it seems to jump the gun and jump the horse, like stepping into a joint venture.

Many people sitting cross-legged opened their eyes, and there was a lot of excitement on and off the court.

The first priest was shocked by the horror. The **** and mighty power of the oncoming cold light shocked him a little, and his skin was tingling.

The Taoist priest reapplyed his old skills and attacked the spirit platform with the soul secret technique.

Li Qingjun's eyes were cold, and awe-inspiring supernatural powers rose from the spirit platform. The mysterious technique that tried to influence the soul was washed up and down, and even one technique was not formed.

The Taoist stunned, subconsciously rising from the cloud, avoiding the sharp lance that came from here.

The silver gun raised its head, thousands of cold lights spread across the world, and in the starry sky, a meteor flew to the moon, straight through the throat!

A bronze mirror-like magic weapon can't stand in front of you, showing a curved shield.

This arc is the best way to deal with a concentrated attack, regardless of the sword, it is easy to be biased and wiped away.

Li Qingjun's eyes were full of sadness and joy, the silver gun slightly twitched, and ten thousand points of coldness condensed into a line, accurately stabbing at the midpoint of the arc.

"Qiao!" The ground crackled, the shield shattered, the silver gun turned into a sweep, a mysterious arc flew past, and pumped heavily on the side of the road.

Dumbfounded in the field.

Chu Jiantian forged bone four layers ... Li Qingjun forged bone three layers. But the opponent that could not be beaten by Chu Jiantian was swept away by Li Qingjun within a few shots, and he is still lying on the ground bowing like a shrimp.

Li Qingjun is standing on the ground, his figure is very straight: "Concession."

Yinlong converged and disappeared.

Qin Yi looked at it from afar, and suddenly remembered a poem.

The new horse crossed the white jade saddle, and the battlefield was cold, and the moonlight was cold;

The sea breeze blew, and the field was silent.

Even the onlookers outside were holding a breath of breath, and they were shocked.

Penglai Jiange picked up the treasure.

This kind of blood and fierceness, which is very different from the long-distance meditation, is often reflected in the murderous devil, but she does not need it.

This is not just a question of "genius", but the fit of experience, she has her way.

In the red dust, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, she had led the three armed forces to attack the city and destroy the country. Among the people, the blood stained the robe, and the head of the silver gun was like rain.

Such a fierce battle in the battlefield, the soul can be regarded as the infiltration of thousands of resentful souls and the blood of thousands of robes, how can a simple cultivator's simple technique can affect his mind?

Although she has not experienced a long time.

However, he has experienced the trough of almost dying countries and trapped the lonely city; he has also experienced the killing of the enemy country, standing on the top of the group of officials, ordering Tiannan; he also broke the country in the hope, and escaped alone. Her country has risen and fallen, peaks and troughs, clouds and hell, she has passed.

In just over a year, the eldest brother, father, second brother, and sister-in-law died cleanly, their loved ones were lost, and their thin shoulders supported a kingdom. She also passed by.

The red dust for more than ten years has gone through many people's lives.

For a genius, there is no need to go any further.

When the plumbum was washed and returned to the East China Sea, it was the real dragon who escaped from difficulty and jumped for nine days.

How many people want that, breaking red dust.

The old Taoist priest with a dignified look on that day slowly asked, "What's the name of this ... just now?"

"Penglai in the East China Sea, Li Qingjun!"

"The poor Dao wrote down. The Penglai Jiange was fortunate." The old Taoist did not know what he was thinking about. Without saying this, he shifted and said: "The challenge continues."

After being quiet for a while in the field, he slowly came up and said: "Lingyunzong Taipuzi, please advise Daoyou."

Li Qingjun bowed his hand in salute: "Please advise the master."

Tai Puzi sighed: "You can hold me away from others in the Lingyun Sect. The poor road is the finale, and it came out so early ... But it is also my heart, and I can learn from this Taoist friend once and confirm my experience.

Li Qingjun smiled slightly and said nothing.

"But since the poor word came out, the girl is careful."

The voice of Tai Puzi fell into place, and the field was full of clouds.

A wooden sword appeared in the cloud, then turned into the power of Huiyang, and suddenly fell.

In the Tengyun-level competition, Huiyang appeared for the first time. That is Tai Puzi's magic weapon, within the rules.

Li Qingjun did not complain unfairly. The silver gun flicked, Long Yin revived, a dazzling rifle formed, and a dreadful wind rose.

In the previous battles, neither Chu Jiantian nor Li Qingjun had broken out the gangsters that often broke out in the early days of Qin Yi. It is not that the rank is lower than that of Qin Yi, but that it is higher.

Their gang qi is hidden in the weapon, and they are integrated into one body. With the addition and change of the weapon, it turns into sword qi and lance. Nowadays Qin Yi swings his stick very rarely, there is a lot of gigantic bells and whistles, more simple and unpretentious, the power is intrinsic and concentrated, everyone is the same.

But this time Li Qingjun's gunpoint gathered a very obvious gun gang, the gang gas faintly had a pale gold color, and looked very beautiful.

There was a sword pavilion whispering next to him: "Rining Divine Sword ... er gun. Li Shimei turned the sword technique into a gun technique, and it turned out to be so good ..."

This is the use of skills ... This is probably the famous trick of Penglai Jiange. I do n’t know how the internal luck is going. Qin Yi clearly feels that there is a terrifying power gathered on the gunpoint, and the eruption is to stab the stars.

Probably the same as his outbreak.

Qin Yi remembered at this time that Li Qingjun ’s gun shape was the same as before. In fact, it was changed early. Now, this gun is at least Huiyang grade in terms of material grade, otherwise the ordinary guns in the early years could not withstand such intense gangling. , Plus bonus ...

"boom!"

The gun came out like a dragon, with the tip of the gun on the side of the sword.

Under the fierce energy conflict, it exploded.

This island, known as the formation method, did not even strengthen a pit. It was slightly swaying, the ground cracked, flying stones sputtered out, the middle of the battle was full of smoke, and it was the afterglow of energy bombardment.

Countless people took a breath.

This Nima is the battle of Tengyun? Several monks who thought they were also powerful Tengyun covered their faces with sleeves and felt as if they had no faces to see.

Although there are high-level magic weapons and weapons, but they themselves are like the commander of the arm, and they are not generally able to withstand the imperial envoy.

Even Qin Yi was a little bit cold.

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Amidst the smoke, Bing Rin appeared slightly, stacked on the body of the sword and spread on the gun.

The seemingly exhausted guns rose again, breaking the ice.

The ice turned into Tai Chi, and it suddenly turned.

The guns rose three times, piercing the Tai Chi.

"Breaking waves and waves." The disciples of Jiange looked fascinated.

This is really a way to break everything, let you do everything, I will break it in one shot, like the waves layer upon layer, endless, the old force has not gone, the new force has been born.

On the way of martial art, it has already entered the way.

"Choke!" The figure was sharp.

Tai Puzi covered his ribs, and blood spilled from his fingers.

He remained silent for a while before slowly saying: "I heard that you only practiced for three years."

Li Qingjun arched his hand: "Before going to the sword pavilion, he has been practicing martial arts for 17 years, and he has not been slack."

"Teached."

"Concession."

Tai Puzi slowly turned around, suddenly spouting a sip of blood, and shook his head again: "Five hundred and fifty years of futile repair."

The crowd stared at Tai Puzi out of the field in a daze, Li Qingjun stood at the spot and pointed across the gun: "Which other fellow would like to enlighten me?"

There was silence.

The sea breeze hunts, blowing her long hair flying, the spear shines in the sunlight, the silver soft armor is as bright as the goddess.

"The fabulous fairy list is about to be replaced." At this time, most of the onlookers thought this was the idea.

Fabulous fairy list, of course, not just look at the face, if you are too clear, like a passerby, it is also the world's first beauty. If you were a phoenix, you looked like a fairy, but it was just a hearth.

At present, Li Qingjun can imagine that the world will be famous within a few days.

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