Officer jin hong’s heart sank to the bottom, and the individual teamed up to force himself to defend all the time after all
He has to worry about his life at the moment because there is a chief shaman beside him …
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After all, the sad monk made a move. Because Qingfeng and others at the top of the mountain fought fiercely with Lin Xianer, he had seen those brilliant lights, which seemed to send him a signal. They were all forced to take out the cards at the bottom of the closet!
"Amitabha, since killing you alone can save all monks, I will sin once …"
The sad monk grabbed Guo Songyang with a pair of sleeves and a Shaolin Juexue "catching the dragon’s paw"
Guo Songyang has been fighting with the blood bodhisattva since he came, and now when the sad monk joins the battlefield, he feels heavy pressure instantly.
He had to parry, and then he backed off.
Finally, a moment later, Guo Songyang’s cold eyes seemed determined to hide from the attack of two people, and then his left hand pulled out of his arms and four silver needles appeared.
He plunged into four acupoints in his head to stimulate potential enhancement!
"Boom!" Guo Songyang became manic and steaming, and he really let off steam even better than before.
"No wonder it’s a little tricky to dare to stop me alone!" Blood bodhisattva cold hum a white light of compassion fills her body with a loud Sanskrit.
The sad monk became kind in Sanskrit, and his hands changed into palms. "Great mercy palm!" A golden light from its hand printed on the chest to parry Guo Songyang.
Even though Guo Songyang’s silver needle inspired the potential, it was also able to withstand the Buddhist blow of the sad monk.
"poof!" Guo Songyang spurted out one mouthful blood, and the blood bodhisattva slapped it again, killing him …
"Tathagata palm!"
The sword breaks and people die
Guo Songyang, who was ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum by Bai Xiaosheng, ruined his life in this mountain forest.
The wind took away his soul and thoughts.
The sad monk stepped on the gray cloth shoes and bowed his head slightly next to Guo Songyang. "Amitabha!"
Black clothes, black pants, black socks and black shoes …
And that black scabbard, with his long black hair scattered all over the floor …
Even if he dies, his expression remains indifferent, sad and unhappy, and other colors hang on his face.
"I wish the benefactor Guo had reached bliss early …" Blood Bodhisattva and sad monk stepped over his body and walked to the top of the mountain …
A Fei Jian is really the best killer sword in the Jianghu. Although he has escaped several fatal injuries with one hand and clear water, many people lying on the ground have never escaped his fatal sword.
These people are experts who come spontaneously in the Jianghu. They really want to see what the summit of Mount Yuntai will be like.
But the reality is cruel, and the Jianghu is even more cruel. Their lives are not important in the eyes of teddy boy, just like reaching out like ants and squeezing them to death.
It is also cruel to clear the waves with one hand and water. They can save energy. They didn’t wake up and didn’t help to watch groups of people being killed by punk.
When teddy boy was ready to be killed, they joined forces to drag teddy boy here again.
Such a fast sword is so good at killing people. If you put it on the top of the mountain, no one dares to think about the consequences.
When another wave of martial arts experts died after A Fei Jian, their faces sank with one hand and clear water. They already felt very tired, and they could no longer stop A Fei Jian.
Although they are cruel to those martial arts experts, they are even more cruel to themselves.
They have the ability to escape, but they also cling to not letting teddy boy leave here.
They are exhausted now, but they still haven’t fled. They need to stall Teddy Boy as much as possible.
Without teddy boy at the top of the mountain, hope will still be there.
They hope that hope will not die out throughout China.
The only thing they can believe now is that those who are not partners can kill Lin Xianer at the top of Mount Tai!
In this way, even if they are reborn now, they can safely step into the novice village and re-.
Chapter one hundred and seventy-five Say death
Single hand and clear water are getting weaker and weaker. There are more sword holes in them. Maybe Teddy boy will kill them with one sword.
When the strength is exhausted, the move is the key to life and death.
However, after all, the moves are slow.
Fei Jian is a killer’s sword. It’s never just talk.
Two people’s eyes revealed a terrible color that a sword stabbed dozens of swords at the same time.
They have many ways to avoid it in their minds, but now they are not allowed to do that.
So the sword stabbed the throat and chest …
"regret it in one hand?" Shui Qingbo and single-handed fell to the ground and fell with the bodies of many martial arts experts.
Two people’s eyes are facing each other as they lay dying.
"I don’t regret owing too much to this Jianghu along the way, and now I have returned it to them. You …"
"I don’t regret following in your footsteps. It has always been my motivation to step into the rivers and lakes and keep practicing. If I am still alive after rebirth, let’s go find him."
"Jianghu is a place that needs to be graded. When we have the same strength and status as him, we can still be close friends, but when strength and status are no longer equal, we are not in a circle …"
"So, are you going back to the Jianghu …" After saying this sentence, Shuiqingbo finally swallowed his last breath and went to the rebirth point.
The pupil of one hand is slowly dissipating. He looks at the white clouds on the horizon. "I’m not going back … now I’m no longer worried about being chased by others and the city is safe. Everything is with me now. I want to be an ordinary person and have a good rest …"
"Announce the death of the Lord of Xuanyuan City. Who can occupy the main house and become a Lord of Xuanyuan City on the first day of September!"
Suddenly, there was an uproar in the Jianghu. After mastering the seal of Nantiancheng for more than ten years, Shuiqingbo was reborn! How fierce is the battle at the top of Mount Tai?
"It is announced that the Nantiancheng Lord died with one hand, and who can occupy the main house will become the Nantiancheng Lord on the first day of September!"
Jianghu is shocked! Including Taishan mountain, all the people also face big change.
"How did this happen …" Heart muttered at ease.
"Brother!" Violet was unbelievable when she heard that one hand was dead. Her eyes widened and she shed tears.
After all these years of walking, she can see clearly how hard and diligent the senior brother is. He is cruel to himself and demands a lot of himself.
But now everything is gone, decades of unremitting efforts, decades of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, and now everything is on fire …
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The bleak wind brings rich blood.
Teddy boy’s dull eyes didn’t look at the body on the ground, so he closed his sword and went to the top of the mountain.
A faint dissonance in the wind sounded in teddy boy’s ears.
Stop and turn around. He looks at the black shadow from far to near quickly. "Long time no see."
Although there are only five areas and three peaks, it also makes Guan jin hong, a man who has just touched Shinto, unable to bear the continuous attack.
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