Sword of Coming

On the street in the city, from the two sides, they played with a sigh of relief.

This is still the battle.

A glass flying sword, such as the opening of a sacred deity, turned out to be just a sword, you can hang around the knife sharpener Liu Zong.

Liu Zong's famous bone-cutting knife has been used for a lifetime, and it has never been ruined. In today's World War I, without touching the corner of Yu Zhenyi's clothes, it has been slashed by Feijian.

Liu Zong is too late to feel bad.

If you are distracted, you will die.

The flying sword is fierce, the speed is extremely fast, and the suffocating air is full of dozens of feet. Liu Zong is in it, and it is inevitable that he will be in the hands.

Yushanyi, the head of the Hushan School, is not a true god.

At least two sharpeners Liu Zong.

Liu Zong is the fifth in the world.

And along the eyes of Liu Zong's eyes, it is very likely that the two national divisions fall.

Yu Zhenyi has already fallen on the ground, so after the hands are negative, let the autumn shoot a punch, but without a punch can completely break his invisible suffocation, few punches, only a few inches to touch Yu Zhenyi The face, the eyebrows are slightly sloppy, the horns are light, but that's it.

Kind of autumn punches, non-stop, time and time again, face as usual, bright eyes, no sorrow, planting the country, or that

The more you can, the more you feel sad.

It seems that the world should not be so, it is easy to make people feel aggrieved.

Autumn is just a punch.

Yu Zhenyi is like walking. He has been walking forward at random. Most of them are the battlefield that bypasses Liu Zong and Feijian. They walk along the street and walk through the shops. They look up at the shop and look at those who have seen it. Spring Festival couplets this spring rain.

Yu Zhenyi smiled and asked: "Is it regret that I did not accept the sword in that year?"

"The road you choose is only suitable for people walking in the world, climbing, you can't go to the highest, even if you give you thirty years, after climbing, you still have no way to go, you will only regret more. ”

"Autumn, from small to large, you only care about things that the world doesn't care about. In my opinion, this is not a standout. This is silly."

A kind of autumn does not say a word.

The picture is very different, while playing with it, Yu Zhenyi has turned into the broad Yudao, and then goes forward. At the end is the imperial city of Nanyuan, Miyagi, and the palace is even more magnificent than the Songsong Palace. In the main hall, on the eight ridges, there are ten strange immortals and beasts. The dragons, phoenixes, lions, steeds, seahorses, pelicans, pelicans, pelicans, bullfights and What?

Some high-ranking emperors will see the real thing, and some of them will not see it.

Yu Zhenyi stretched his finger to the front. "Remember that when we were young, you saw the descriptions of the ten objects on the ridge. It was very curious to say that you must look at them with your own eyes. So you finally lived outside the palace for dozens. Year, haven’t you seen enough?”

Autumn finally spoke: "Yu Zhenyi, don't always feel how great you are, if you fix the fairy, you will not be yourself, look at what is condescending, think about what people and things are in memory, and look at the world now. The joys and sorrows... Of course, you can’t listen to them.”

Yu Zhenyi nodded, "Seeing the common people. In his position, the practice is also true. It is not your reason that the autumn is not right, but it is not high enough, because you stand too low."

There was a sadness in the autumn eyes.

Stopped the punch and looked to the palace.

Yu Zhenyi also stopped and smiled. "This kind of fluttering fist, kind of autumn, can't you haven't eaten for a few days? Otherwise, I am waiting for you half an hour, you have to eat and drink again?"

The autumn is full of savage, "I am afraid that a punch will punch you out!"

Autumn is still the kind of autumn. There are so many books to read, and it’s really urgent. Isn’t it the muddy leg of Songlan County?

Yu Zhenyi took a nap, haha ​​smiled: "Turned up the heavenly book, learned the fairy sorcerer, walked the longevity bridge, repaired the lawless, after the retreat, the valley has been for many years, there is really no such thing."

Autumn sighed. "Are you actually waiting for that frame to win?"

Yu Zhenyi nodded: "If you look at the truth, you can't break my anger."

Then he shook his head and said: "It is not what is the winner, but the young man named Chen Pingan is dead."

The autumn suddenly turned his head and looked down at the old friends who looked like a child. The smile was weird.

Yu Zhenyi looked up and asked, "What?"

The autumn said: "Remember the time when the Ma County magistrate was outside the wall?"

Yu Zhenyi thought about it and looked blank. "If you don't mention it, you really can't remember it."

When he was in his hometown of Zhanglan County, Yu Zhenyi was the son of Xiaoxiao, who did not enter the imperial stream. The portal of autumn was not as good as it was. The two were very small and became the best friends. Yu Zhenyi longed for the rivers and lakes and planted autumn. They admire the scholars, and they are all restless in their bones. They are young and prosperous. They love the parents of the horses and magistrates in the autumn. Yu Zhenyi helps out a basket of ambiguous ideas. The woman does not like to plant autumn, but later she becomes more alienated. I hated the autumn, and after a late night drunk, the two men were there to pee at the wall of the backyard of the county government. I didn’t think that the woman had just sneaked out with the niece, and had a meeting with a foreign scholar who was studying abroad. As soon as the door opened, the two women just happened to hit the scene.

The county magistrate is a thin face, and the prostitute is a fierce one. He even stunned his eyes and really succumbed to the autumn. He said with a look of disappointment, "Two little sisters, what about the big night?"

After that, the autumn and Yu Zhenyi did not go to the vicinity of the county.

Yu Zhenyi reminded me of the autumn, and I don’t think it’s interesting.

Just do not know why the autumn should mention this matter, is there any deep meaning?

Autumn smiles: "Yu old gods, now you are even worse than a small one."

Yu Zhenyi's face is unchanged, but his eyes are cold. "National teacher, the old is over, or have we ever had a move?"

A kind of autumn laughs.

Yu Zhenyi sneered: "We may wish to gamble first. If Liu Zong can not die, will he be willing to die like you?"

The autumn nodded: "Okay, then I bet he will not leave alone."

Yu Zhenyi will raise his hand and drive the glass fairy sword, but he quickly put down his arm and smiled: "This life chance, I will not give that Liu Zong."

Autumn is no longer talking.

The two stood side by side.

It’s just that Nanyuan’s national teacher and Song Yuguo Yu really.

Yu Zhenyi suddenly said: "You are wrong, my killing power is not on the sword, but I thought that you have to save the autumn and save the room, deliberately letting you. Just like that year, from small to big, I am willing to let anything Take care of you, but also take care of your feelings."

In the autumn, he said a strange word from a thousand miles away. He turned his head to look at the south wall and whispered: "Yu Zhenyi, your position is the most embarrassing, neither the sun nor the moon. This world is missing you, but it is still complete. That world."

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The skinny girl glared at the small bench and walked to the family who had not closed the courtyard door. She saw Cao Qing, who was crying.

She knocked on the door of the courtyard and crossed the threshold. She deliberately asked, "Hey, hello, is there anyone? No one I came in."

When Cao Qing raised her head and was full of vigilance, she threw the small bench on the ground, looking left and right, indifferently: "Is it your home? I am coming back."

Cao Qing grabbed the hatchet on the ground and guarded him in front of him. "Who are you?!"

She is still looking around, not very airy: "I am with the rich man wearing a white robe, a group of people, with the guy wearing a flower hat on his head, not a group."

She saw the partial house, so she turned to Cao Qing and said: "I saw a pair of dogs and men carrying four heads out of the house, thrown on the street, rolled the blood of the ground, I kindly help those heads. Put it together, who are you? Don't you go and see?"

Cao Qing’s tears burst into his eyes and ran to the courtyard door.

She suddenly stopped him and glared at him, "Stay!"

Cao Qing is a bit stunned.

She asked: "You don't thank me?"

Cao was stunned and screamed, and he ran out with tears in his face.

She did not dare to stop a guy with a hatchet, pouting, let the road, said: "The dog thing without conscience, should be orphaned."

She pushed open the door, which is the residence of Chen Ping.

The bed was neatly tidy, and the books on the table were neat.

Clean.

There is an empty scabbard on the table.

I couldn't find anything to eat, and I didn't find copper coins and broken silver.

She was so angry that she went to the table and pushed the stack of books down the table and fell to the ground.

She suddenly had a bright eye, and the book sold for some money. Then she stared at the scabbard and sighed, or forget it, secretly sold the book, and the white robes guys would not know how to do it. But if you sell a scabbard, he will probably pack himself up, and when he is young, it will not work.

She picked up the books and ran outside.

Already quietly made up her mind, after switching to a large amount of copper coins, she must hurry to spend it, and only become food to eat into the stomach, he will not go back!

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Zhou Fei took Zhou Shi and the crow's shoulders and found the Lu Hao again. He still drank the wine in the wine cellar. Not only the corner wine cellar, but the whole street was empty. Most of them were the Nanyuan National Court. Under the strict command, once there is a battle of the masters, it will be martial law in the city, the specific rules, in accordance with the historical night ban, this must be from the national division of the autumn handwriting.

The beautiful woman who had been with the same family as Lu Hao was soft on the wine table.

Smiley face Qiantang's head and sabre are placed on a table next door.

Zhou Fei released his hand, let go of the two, and strode into it. After sitting down, he smiled and said: "You just drunk people?"

Lu Hao poured him a bowl of wine, "No?"

Zhou Fei looked at Lu Yu, "I didn't let my painstaking efforts, but it still has some results."

Compared with the previous loss of the soul, the Lu Hao has slowed down, and there is a little bit of condensed spirit. Only the difference is not twisted, it is enough for Lu Hao to live again in the flower garden. A Jiazi, maybe there is still a chance to flesh in the flesh, but it is also a blessing in disguise.

As for the flower-blessing land and the vastness of the world, the speed of the long river is very interesting, and it is still only the mood of the guy.

If the person thinks that it is interesting to see, the singer's singer's sorrowful time is only five or six years old, but if he feels boring, he will suffer, and the most sacred person in history will wait until someone is in the blessed land. After all the hardships, I finally found myself flying back to the vast world. It was three hundred years later and I almost lost my heart on the spot.

After all, even if it is a person practicing in the mountains, for three hundred years, it is enough to be a human being. People who may want to see it are already out of the world. Those who want to kill have already enjoyed the glory and death.

Zhou Shi and Ao Er picked up a table and sat down. They all thought about it. They took a look at Nantan’s specialty bamboo wine, and they spent the rest of their lives. They should have a drink with their favorite women. The covenant, determined to be the top ten in the world or even the top three, Zhou Shi is the son of Zhou Fei, plus the spring tide palace is the top of the place where the flowers are in the land, Zhou Shi this mentality is still lacking, have confidence 60 After reuniting with her after the year, I will go hand in hand to my father's hometown.

How does the crow think, Zhou Shi can't guess, but don't think too much, because Zhou Shi is extremely convinced of his father's means and heritage, especially after the ascent, that is, the dragon into the water and the tiger, the need to know that the flower is only a medium blessed land, and jade Kyu Zong Jiang, who is the father of his father "Zhou Fei", is the first great blessed land in the world.

Zhou Fei snoring, training and taming women's mentality, Zhou Shi has been unable to learn, Zhou Fei has said a smile, it is called "fake the true heart", is a fairy magic, you can only learn some fur Not surprising, but enough to let you ride the flowers in this world.

Lu Yan asked: "What happened there?"

Zhou Fei mentioned the wine bowl and touched this friend. He took a sip of wine and the taste was really bad. He quickly put it down and explained: "Playing very chaotic, Feng Qingbai gave his good friend Tang Tieyi to slaughter, Cheng Yuanshan fart. Did not put one to run, the autumn played with the heart, did not fight with Chen Ping, after the high of the boxing method, but it seems to have learned a game, help Chen Pingan to stabilize the realm, because that guy The martial arts was a little weird, almost rushed to the six-border bottleneck in one breath, and the autumn saw some clues, slowly turning Chen Ping’s martial arts realm back into the fifth world with a punch and a punch. By relying on Chen Ping’s boxing, it is probably a test of certain martial arts ideas. If this person can walk out of the blessings, the future of a nine-day Wufu is a nail-bit."

Zhou Fei subconsciously picked up the wine bowl, just thought of the taste, lamented, and had to hold his nose and pour a sip of wine. "Then Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi showed up, one blocked Chen Pingan, one cut off the autumn. I think that these two frames are the most dangerous, and they must be divided into life and death."

Lu Yan pointed his finger at the table behind the 簪花郎 and the crow, "Pink King Kong and Xuanzi, and ... smile face, Chen Pingan actually did not kill the heart, but these two children, believe that As long as the guy has a chance, he will definitely kill. Oh, this kind of temperament is more like a ancient heroine than Feng Qingbai."

"Don't mention you and Tong Qingqing, the figure of the world, who can enter my eyes, only Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi. The rest is like that, even if it is autumn, give him a forty or fifty years later. Wu Wufu is good, how can it be?"

Zhou Fei waved his hand. "I don't care about this. I am sitting here this time, waiting for the second drum of Yak Mountain. I only take the little girl who is called the crow, but after sixty years, this is not a good thing. Zhou Shi, I still want you to take care of it."

Lu Hao nodded and promised, curiously asked: "You are not going to recruit Yu Zhenyi? Sixty years near the water tower, and finally there are some more opportunities than Tong Yezong. And according to your statement, you can only take one person away. This is the magical crow. Yu Zhenyi can at least take away three people, Wei Wei, Lu Baixiang, 隋 right, Zhu shou, which is not a terrible freak. Baobozhou's 骊 洞 hole, The embryos suitable for monasticism are endless, and this flower is a blessing to the genius of martial arts. If you draw Yu Zhenyi, you will have three more kinds of autumn under the arm.

Zhou Fei stretched out his finger and clicked on Lu Yan. "You Lu Yu’s conscience, I have not been eaten by the dog, I know that I have something to consider."

For the first time, the crows spoke on their own initiative. The students asked: "Where is Zhou Gongzhu, Lu Jianxian, Tong Qingqing?"

Zhou Fei and Lu Wei are both ignored.

Because the crow did not know the owner of the Yugui Zong Jiang family, the owner of the Yunqu Fudi, and the weight of a person who might be in the eleventh sword.

If the raven is among the ten people who are in the blessings of the flowers, there may be some qualifications to speak with them.

Of course, it is also related to Zhou Fei and Lu Yi’s own indifference.

It is not so difficult to get close to the immortal people like the Ranger and Feng Qingbai.

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After the city head Chen Pingan a sword.

At the western end of this straight road, there is an old man's chest in front of him, and the robes have torn a large hole, revealing a **** wound.

The old man made an unexpected movement. He raised his arm, took off the crown of the lotus, and threw it on the ground.

As for the flying sword, will it break free of imprisonment and return to the master to make the enemy stronger.

As for the absence of the Taoist priest, the sanctuary of the immortal magic weapon, will not be a means of winning in the battle of the evenly matched war.

Ding Ying did not care.

Ding Ying rolled up the sleeve tube and the movement was slow and meticulous.

He thought about it, bowed his head and glanced at the lotus crown that was originally used as one of the chips. He waved his sleeve and threw it far away to the Imperial Road in Nanyuan Guojing City.

Ding Ying slowly moves forward, and the pace is no different from ordinary people.

There is no longer a sulky **** like a mountain, and Ding Yinglian has not given the silver crown.

Unarmed, go to the Chen Ping.

Ding Ying feels relaxed and the state has never been so peak.

Fight with people, it should be!

Winning the second person in the world, naturally the first person in the world, very simple truth.

But the truth is that no matter how many outsiders see it, how far away it is, Ding Ying still feels too small and too light.

Ding Ying simply can't see it!

The power of one person, the remaining nine people who outweigh the ten people in the world, is the invincible that Ding Ying really wants.

Therefore, in the long years, only the lonely old demon, will go to delve into the strengths of the hundred, to raise the martial arts of the major masters one foot, not that Ding Ying needs to use this as a talisman, but Ding Ying has already been ready, and it is easy to break the strongest hand of the great masters such as Yu Zhenyi, Qiuqiu and Liu Zong with a trick that they can easily get.

Only now is a big accident.

Ding Ying feels that this is right.

Just don't need the tricks of the bells and whistles, it's still too slow.

On the road ahead, there are not enough powerful opponents, even if Ding Ying stands and waits, even if Ding Ying looks back, she can't see the second person's figure, and no one can catch up with Ding Ying, can stand side by side with him, so It’s just that the world is lonely, only Ding Ying is one person, to compete with the sky.

The immortal man named Chen Pingan came well. With this stepping stone, my baby will only be closer to the sky!

Ding Ying walked forward and laughed.

Chen Ping held his long sword in his hand, his hands were hot, but he was not burnt by the sword. He felt that this second sword could be faster.

Above the city south of Nanyuan.

From a huge gap in the wall to the west, the entire track is full of snowy swords and floods.

In the west, there is Ding Ying in the head of the city, and a fist is handed out. For example, the gods in the heavens are beating the mountains, and the swords that are coming in from the punches are splashed and scattered, and Ding Ying is so counter-current, and it is like a broken bamboo.