The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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Yecheng enshrines the martyrdom. "Juggernaut disciple, it is impossible to win... unless he also has a **** soldier, such as 'Linyuan.'"

The big guys who watched this battle have the same idea.

In the face of the power of the wind and rain sword itself, which weapon can be fought after the weapon of the end of the era?

Does Yin Yin have a deeper edge?

of course not.

Lin Yuanjian has long been recasted by Juggernaut as 'Spring Mountain Smile' and 'Autumn Wind', which is known all over the world.

In the stormy city, Yin Yin looked up at the sky.

The sky was full of clouds, as if the night came early, and drove away the evening.

The black cloud is crushing the city, and the city wants to destroy it.

The wind blew the cold rain on his face, and he seemed to be unaware because the bottom of his heart was colder.

Is this God's will?

It is only an instant, but there are countless pictures flashing past.

In the past, many years of rebellious careers that were unwilling to repay, the vast expanse of Yan Yashan, the saplings of the abundance of the school and the prince of the government, the floating sea of ​​the blue sea and the sea, the Yecheng of the golden light on behalf of the moon...

On the roof, the moon falls in the autumn lake, and the night wind is slightly cold, mixed with wine.

At that time he said that he wanted to live well.

This rain is the day to die for me?

But I came to this world, not to conform to God's will.

Under the sword, Yin Yu looked at the sky and smiled softly.

The sword of the lake was slightly shaken, and it seemed to laugh out.

The sword is straight!

This sword does not mean the mountains and the winds!

Go straight to the sky!

Going to the top of the black cloud!

"boom--"

The people in the stands changed their faces.

The disciples under the stage were caught off guard and hurriedly closed their eyes, but the brilliance was too bright, as if they had to pass through the eyelids and illuminate the sea of ​​knowledge.

The bright light gathers on this sword!

It’s like pulling a sun back to the world!

Re-emphasizing the mountains, bright as white!

The people in Yecheng only felt a flash of lightning in the rain, but the light did not scatter for a long time.

They pushed open the window, came to the courtyard, and held the umbrella on the long street. The incredible look focused on the direction of Mingshan.

The light became more and more dazzling, and the flow of people on the street began to run away. Some people ran to the home. Some people ran to the entrance of the city. The woman slammed the eyes of the child and ran into the shops on the street.

The black guards ran in the streets,

"Don't panic! Folding flowers will be normal than fighting! The city is in good shape! Don't panic!-"

The people in the city saw the black armor in the rain and finally let go of their hearts.

The glory is still not extinguished.

Between the gaps of the black clouds, there is a golden light transmission!

Yin Yi’s sword is standing in the light of the sky, and the wind and rain are avoiding three feet!

Emperor Bao Puzong recognized the sword and screamed in silence. "Blue Sky and White Sword!-"

The next moment, even more incredible things happened.

The golden light behind the clouds became brighter and brighter, and it fell on the ring through heavy rain.

Then the thick clouds dissipated around, and the shadow of the setting sun was revealed in a blink of an eye.

The heavy rain stopped between breaths.

The big man in the world, shocked to look at the direction of Zhonglu Yunyang City.

What's wrong with the saints who can't figure out today?

In the school, Mr. Jiayuan brewed a pot of new tea. The invisible trembling between the fingers.

On the terrace of the city's main government, Ye Zhiqiu went down.

Outside of Wanli, Bao Puzong slashed the mountain, and the old man in the sleeve looked at the direction of the land in the middle, and his eyes were cold. But nothing has been done.

The wind and rain and the light are scattered.

The blood of Yin Yin’s mouth is dripping on the ring.

Zhong Shan is half-squatting on the ground, with a hand-column sword.

The blood is stained with water in front of the red body.

Why is it breaking the storm?

Wei Guang Minger.

Only the blue sky sword.

Six hundred years ago, Juggernaut used this sword to abolish the elders of Emperor Baozong.

Six hundred years later, Yin Yi used this sword to break the wind and rain siege of Zhongshan.

The sky is as if it is opened by the sword light.

On one side is the magnificent red glow of the setting sun, such as the flames of the sky, and the rich blue after the rain, such as the darkness of the ink.

Such a wonder, but no one appreciates it.

There was a dead silence between the fields.

As Luo Mingchuan flew to the platform, the talents woke up.

I don't know who exclaimed first, like cold water splashing into the oil pan, shaking at the foot of the mountain!

Countless people began to cheer, they did not know what they were cheering, but their hearts were so excited and emotional that they could not express themselves. A burst of shouts echoed in the field, straight to the clouds, and dripping, even after watching this battle, there was a sign of a breakthrough!

The disciples of the Yanya Mountain and the Qingjian Swordsmen rushed to the stage; Xingshan Temple, where the Buddhist Temple was well-versed in medical practice, and rushed to the stage to see the wounds; several elders in the East Stand took out their own treasures, but found that they had not Duan Chongxuan gave the two people a good appearance.

In the chaos of the soldiers, in the eyes of Yin Yue, there is only a shadow of overlapping. The sound in the ear is noisy, but it doesn't really sound.

He knows the chaos of the sea, and the tearing pain runs through every inch of the skeleton meridians. The body has reached the limit, but still squinting, holding the sword, refused to relax.

Until falling into a warm embrace.

Feel the familiar temperature and breath.

He finally had a soft leg and a coma in peace.

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The dark clouds go all the way, and the light is clear.

If it wasn't for the water on the ground, I couldn't think of it before it was half a cup of tea.

From Yecheng to the five continents of the world, many big men are still silent.

This is a big ups and downs, almost drama.

There are two young genius swords in the Ming Dynasty, and there are two Asian sacred confrontations in the dark. Rolling your sleeves and changing your face.

Everyone thinks that Yin Yue is unlikely to win.

Unless he can have a soldier like the ‘Linyuan’, he can compete with the wind and rain sword.

As a result, he really had a **** soldier.

For a long time, some people said, "Look at the lake sword, what is the way?"

The elders of the Qingjian Swordsman slowly shook their heads and whispered to themselves, "Is that sword really a ‘lake lake'?”

Many people don't understand why Aya Yushi will shoot. After all, his realm is too high. It is only a subtle movement, and it may be detected by heaven. It must take into account the cause and effect. It’s just a folding festival. It’s a trivial thing in the eyes of the saints.

Some people speculate that because the sword of Yin Yiyue is 'Rising Sun,' it is very true, too much like ‘青天白日’.

Let him recall the humiliating past on the banks of the Weihe River. The unilateral slaughter, Bao Puzong died five elders, and one was alive, but also a waste.

Even if someone guesses it, it will not be announced to the public, because the grievances of the saints are great events in the sky and cannot be discussed.

But who knows, Yu Shi does not want to see the ‘Rising Sun rises’, but Yin Yue has made a real ‘ 青天白日’.

Under the yin and wrong, he actually concealed the face of the saint.

This is an incredible thing that you can't think too much.

The attitude of Mr. Jiayuan is also worth pondering.

Many people think that he can not hesitate to shoot, the strongest sub-saint in the world, it is really the friend of Juggernaut.

Regardless of the number of surges in the dark, the biggest direct impact of this battle is the two protagonists.

Before this war, people mentioned Yin Yinyue's name and would call him "Jian Sheng disciple Yin Yin Yue."

But now, he finally has his own name - ‘Lake the Lake Sword’.

This fight is included in many classics and is reserved for future generations. It is called 'half-city half-city lake'.

Although Zhong Shan broke a rib, but the meridians were not injured, and there was no hidden danger that would affect future practice. After seven days of coma, the realm did not fall and increased, and directly entered the small ride.

No matter how the outside world is, it has nothing to do with Luo Mingchuan.

He is now at the bed of Yin Yiyue, holding his wrist. The real yuan is continuously input. The twilight is heavy, like the abyss of the sea.

Yin Yue sleeps when he wakes up. He always feels that there are hot springs flowing through the veins, and he is warm and warm. Too comfortable, just not enough to sleep.

Every time I blink, I see Luo Mingchuan at the bedside, and sometimes Duan Chongxuan is also there.

When he spurned himself too lazy and wanted to get up, Luo Mingchuan said with a smile, "It’s okay to take a break."

It’s been seven days.