Sword God

Hao Yue is empty, light and shadow are tenfold.

Moonlight was misty and white. A black-faced, white-faced person stood on the moon, the wind blew, and the black robe fluttered. The two words on the back reflected the moonlight, striking.

Tenth month!

The mask is white, reflecting the moonlight like water, the forest is cold like prison, the eyes are bent downward, and the mouth is bent upward, like a stunned moon.

The ground was broken in the moonlight, blood was flowing into the river, black robes and white-faced corpses were everywhere, and many men and women with swords were dead, but they were standing upright with swords. In the middle, a battle robe was broken, blood was stained, and the sword was broken. The young man who stood on the ground with half-legged support and was unable to fall was looking up at the sky, his face was uniform, his eyes were dim, but he was not afraid.

"Hehehehe, the sky is ninefold, the moon has ten shadows, and the mere mortals even attempt to enter the top ten of the monthly ticket, which is unknown." The sound of the black robe and the white face of the moon ten sounded from all directions, the accent was lingering, the mystery was utterly insidious, and it was horrible. The cold air rose from the heart, spreading all over the body, and frost white invaded from all directions, spreading quietly from the legs, trying to devour the whole body.

"Mortal, you must be like a mortal." On the last sentence of the tenth month, turning, step by step towards Haoyue, the figure became lighter, but the twelve words of the moon seemed to become brighter until it disappeared.

The frost had spread to the neck.

"Who are you?" The youth uttered a hard voice, his voice was dry and hoarse, but deep and powerful.

"He is one of the October demon kings who keeps the monthly ticket list: Ten Demon Kings of the Moon." A weak voice sounded, one of the corpses across the wild, not yet dead, struggling to stand up, behind a white-faced black robe On the thirteenth day of the month, the words were dimmed: "Three days and thirty-three changes, 100,000 words, cannot be supported by your cultivation. Even if the secret law is urged to reach it, the secret law is terminated, and the enemy will be killed. Hundred, have you ever regretted it? "

The dark eyes of the youth of "My Heart, My Sword" suddenly burst into the bright light of the sun, better than the bright moon on that day, and the hoarse voice became stronger and stronger: "Never regret it, if I do it again, I still do, I have With great determination, I have my brothers to help me. I have thousands of swords to break through the moon, the tenth demon king of the month, but there is a chance that I will cut you under the sword to sacrifice the spiritual immortality of my brothers. "

The last word fell, the frost spreading and freezing the face, and the whole person turned into an ice sculpture.

On the thirteenth of May, she climbed up and shouted, "Get up, wake up quickly, and you can't fall down. You have to update today, no matter how bad you are, and it will take another chapter to be worthy of your brothers who have fought hard for you."

"Okay, then I'll change it today. I feel like I'm overdrawn. I need to rest and resume normal updates tomorrow." The frost-faced young man spoke hard and his voice became more and more subtle: "If you can cut the moon under the sword, When I recuperate for a few days and recover, it breaks out again. "

Yes, yes, for three days and thirty-three, the spirit has been tense and excited, staying up late, and finally stopped at the 13th place, failed to reach the top ten of the monthly ticket list, one relaxed, six roads are very tired, like To break it down, you need to rest. Change it today and resume normal updates tomorrow.

But if you can get to the top ten, after a few days of rest, the six roads will erupt again.

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