Late Night Tales Of The Capital

"A sword will set the storm!"

"蜀山剑诀!"

"How come there will be a disciple of Lushan at this time? How can it come so fast?" The wind star on the back of the whale is frowning, and his face is not reconciled.

He knows that the key to the river’s death today is impossible to take away anyway, because in the storm, there are thirty-seven disciples of Lushan, and there are only ten people in the spiritual world. It seems that Lushan is definitely also I knew this secret, and I didn't want to attract the attention of other sects. I also sent disciples below the spiritual level.

However, after all, it is a human being, and the plan that the Yaozu can do is definitely not as good as that of Lushan.

The disciples of Lushan can resist, until the end of the shot, it is obvious that it is necessary, even can ignore the life and death of others.

That is to say, when Feng Xingyu thinks about where to go, thirty-seven disciples of Lushan have already boarded the dragon boat, and surrounded the boy of the Yaozu with a word.

There is no nonsense, thirty-seven handles of cyan long swords come out, the sword net is restored, and there is no trace.

Just a sigh of anger, the teenager who was shocked by the audience, was swayed by the sword after half a ring. Finally, a Qingxuan fire curse, the entire body was burned, the bones disappeared, turned into a fly ash, dissipated above the Luohe River, leaving only the long sword quietly blocked on the deck of the dragon boat. The master has died, and the sword has become an object of no ownership. It trembles a little, seemingly mourning.

Standing in front of the white teenager, the look was light, glanced at the burning fly ash, and then turned to look at the whales not far away.

"go!"

Feng Xingyu no longer hesitated, and the four remaining people on the back of the whales immediately fled and rushed in four directions. Feng Xingyu has the deepest realm, and the devil's knife has the highest grade, so the speed is also the fastest. In the blink of an eye, it turns into a long rainbow, and the other three people are almost in luck.

First, the boy holding the lizard's hoe, three breaths were pierced by a flying sword, and then the boy with the **** bird on his shoulder, five breaths were cut off, and finally the waist The teenager who wrapped around the colorful water snake, the seven breaths were picked up by a sword.

These three people are all in the realm of the day after tomorrow, and they were killed by the disciples of the Lushan Mountain. In the realm of comprehension, the flying sword of Lushan is the fastest and most embarrassing, not to mention the demon.

Think of the lock demon tower that claims to have the height of the sky. For thousands of years, the demon under the tower is suppressed.

If you only know about the Yaozu, if Lushan is the second, in this world, in this real world, I am afraid that no one will dare to say that he is the first.

Therefore, when Feng Xingyu came to see people, he was a disciple of Lushan. The quantity and realm did not prevail. It was really a heart of death.

"Hurry up, then hurry up." Feng Xingyu urged the real yuan in the body, and then did not want to be transported to the foot of the demon knife. Even so, he still felt the back of the cold, and the pressure is getting bigger, I even felt a tingling tingle.

There is a sword behind the sword.

He wants to look back and look at it, but he doesn't dare to fear the time. In the confrontation with the disciples of Lushan, life and death often occur in a flash. This sentence was taught by his father. At that time, he was young and ignorant, and he was not convinced. At this moment, he regretted it.

What I regret is that I didn’t listen to my father’s words seriously. What should happen to this moment of life and death?

How can I be born?

The sting behind it is becoming more and more obvious.

The sword is near!

"Puzzle!" Feng Xingyu bite his teeth, sighed a little, his feet squatted, his body turned to the side for a full three feet, then grabbed the handle of the volley with both hands and screamed.

“The wind is rising and the clouds are flying!”

A gust of wind appeared out of thin air, and the wind blade rolled up the blade and wrapped around the blade, as if it were a beast.

Unsurprisingly, there is indeed a sword behind him, one person.

"Remember my name, I am a great man."

The person behind him said that he had a sword, no horrible wind, no sudden rain, no roar, it was a simple and simple awn.

But this is the Qingmang, directly pierced the beast that swept the wind, and crossed the weakest part of the blade, pointing to the heart of the wind.

Looking at this Qingmang, Feng Xingyu’s heart jumped, his eyes were red with his eyes, and then his sleeves shattered, and the two pairs of wolf claws were dead against the green mang, and there was a word in his mouth. "My heart, I only wish to return to my hometown!"

The blood of the wolf in the wind department turned into a **** body!

The Shaoshan disciple holding the sword has an extraordinary brow. "Tong Ling Samsung will forcefully change, not afraid of life-long disability? Also, the mortal, always try to struggle."

"Courage is commendable! It is worth my second sword!"

Zhuo extraordinary wrists shake, but also a green mans.

Not far from the wind star Yu has reached the level of impatience, in the demon world, when he was subjected to such humiliation.

"You and his mother want to be disabled for life! Your family is crippled! I remember you, next time I must kill you!" Seeing that the green man has arrived, Feng Xingyu is actually blocked, roaring, direct Regardless of turning around, he rushed to the Luohe River at his feet.

After all, it is the secret technique of the wind department. The blood-burning transformation makes the speed of Feng Xingyu rise to a higher level. It will jump into the river in the blink of an eye, but people can move faster and faster.

Qingmang is in the midst of the heart of the star, there is no slight deviation.

The blood-burning and the impact of Qingmang, the speed of Fengxingyu rose again.

"噗通!"

Under the rain, the Luohe River splashed a small splash of water, and the windy star quickly changed from a black shadow to a small black spot, and then disappeared into the field of vision.

The extraordinary brow of the Yu Jian volley on the river was wrinkled. He saw it now. This second sword did not require the life of Feng Xingyu. He had a defensive magic weapon in his heart, and the quality was not low. Saved the life of the wind at the most critical moment.

However, the extraordinary sword is also extraordinary, just a stream of blood on the river in Luohe.

Now chasing, the wind star will die!

However, I looked at the rushing river and smashed the dirty mud at the bottom of the river. If you are familiar with extraordinary people, you will definitely guess that it is not uncommon to not chase, or deliberately let go of Feng Xingyu, in fact, just because the river is too dirty.

Uncommonly hate dirty, hate all dirty things, including this Luohe.

I am afraid that Feng Xingyu can never imagine that he can survive, not because of anything else, but because of the pursuit of him, the talented young man of the Lushan generation is extraordinary.

Recalling the flying sword, Zhuo extraordinary took out a white handkerchief from the sleeves at the first time, and then carefully wiped the flying sword again, especially the tip of the blood-stained sword. The whole movement was very skillful. I know that I have done countless times in peacetime. As for the handkerchief, the sword was directly thrown into the river.

If Qian Shuxiao is here, he will definitely laugh at his contempt. "This is awkward, handsome and handsome. It is actually a cleansing, really disgusting!"