Ze Tian Ji Chapter 59: Raising Eyebrows
A sharp and anxious shout sounded: "Escort!"
Driving is a Supreme Master. At this time, the Supreme Master on the mountain road is, of course, Chen Changshen. Those Dao Practitioner did not care about the snowflakes in the sky, and swept away in front of Chen Changshen. Zhong Hui also carried his sword with a cold face. For a time, the wind broke everywhere on the mountain road ... then the sound of ripped clothes and muscle !!
The thin snow is like the sharpest Divine Weapon, cutting through everything you encounter!
Blood sprayed on the mountain road, condensed into red ice bead, rolling everywhere.
Dao Practitioner stopped in front of the Chen Changshen, with minor or minor injuries, no one died, but the courage was gradually exhausted.
Who exactly is middle-aged Scholar? Which Saint is it?
He is not Saint.
He is the opposite of all Saint.
Liu Qing pale, thinking of this sentence, suddenly groaned, pulled out his sword, and stabbed forward!
Jianguang is like electricity, born near the stream.
Xiao De finally waited for this moment, and it moved, even faster than Liu Qing.
Countless blood vessels burst on his face, tan hair broke out, Aura became even wilder, and hit the middle-aged Scholar!
The middle-aged Scholar finally retracted his gaze towards Chen Changshen, looked at them, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
He raised an eyebrow and the world moved.
The sword's light on the river bank suddenly converged, and with a sharp noise, Liu Qing's sword was cut in two.
His people fell on the grass, a bloodstain appeared on wrist, and he kept spraying blood, looks at was extremely miserable.
Xiao De is even worse. He didn't even get out of the stream and was shot down by the Heaven and Earth Strength in the stream.
With a slam, he knelt down on one knee, the water was splashing, the blood was splashing too!
He transformed madly with blood secret technique, his body was stronger than steel, but on this knee, his knee bone was broken into powder!
But after all, just kneeling on one knee, not fully kneeling in the stream, the Demihuman Race strongman gritted his teeth, roared violently, and desperately intended to continue forward!
Liu Qing is also the same, while spurting blood, holding a residual sword, stabbing forward, and I do n’t know when, the left hand already held the other half of the broken sword!
The middle-aged Scholar is too powerful, and even if they abandon their former suspicions, they will not be able to defeat each other.
But they can't stop here, lie down or kneel.
Because Human Race and Demihuman Race, never surrender before Demon race!
looks at held the heart of death and rushed to the two with a broken body, and a smile appeared on the lips of the middle-aged Scholar.
When he laughed, the landscape became brighter together, but still lonely and cold, because there were no people or monsters between the landscape.
In front of him, all Human Race and Demihuman Race will die.
The deeper the smile of the middle-aged Scholar, the deeper the wounds on Liu Qing and Xiao De will be, until you can see the sensational White Bone!
Two slaps, Liu Qing and Xiao De finally failed to approach the middle-aged Scholar, before falling to the persimmon forest, blood splashed.
Liu Qing With his mouth shut, his face pale and silent, as an assassin, since he is about to die, of course he should die silently.
Xiao De is howling in anger, like an injured beast, painful and unwilling.
The more than ten Demihuman Race subordinates at the river bank saw this picture and finally defeated the deepest fear in their hearts. They picked up their weapons and rushed towards the middle-aged Scholar.
Especially the Demihuman Race master who is closest to the woods, with the determination of dying, directly used the blood solution secret technique. His body suddenly became extremely tall. gravel and cold water from the river bank, blasted to middle-aged Scholar.
The middle-aged Scholar seems a little bored, waving his sleeves casually.
The heavy body of the elephant-like master just flew up into the sky.
During the flight to the sky, the master-like body of the clan continued to disintegrate, blasting out countless blood arrows, and eventually turned into dozens of meat balls, which fell to the lower stream.
The rest of the Demihuman Race masters have a more miserable ending, breaking their hands and arms, and even being cut directly by the waist, but they cannot die for a while.
Breaths of blood, internal organs, and desperate sorrow are everywhere around the stream!
Xiao De's eyes and pupils are full of anger, looks at middle-aged Scholar hissed, "I'm going to kill you!"
Previously on the mountain road, he said that he wanted to kill Chen Changshen, which was only a means of negotiation, but because he did have this ability, it was a bit chilling to listen to it.
At this time, he said that he wanted to kill the middle-aged Scholar, but it was more like a child's helpless sorrow, and it sounded compassionate.
The middle-aged Scholar ignored his roar.
Whether it's the top five players in Proclamation of Liberation or the third assassin in the world, it's a meaningless thing for him, it's not worth spending a little bit of energy and time.
His eyes fell on the mountain road again, and fell on Chen Changshen.
The landscape on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that he didn't know was his face.
The face is very clean and handsome, with some vicissitudes, like the nascent green plum, and the ancient Buddha in the legendary Galan Monastery.
He stood between the flesh and the ground, standing in the endless pain, looks at Chen Changshen, his expression calm and indifferent, and smiling again.
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Snowflakes are falling, the mountain road is bitter and cold.
Everyone thinks so.
Everything happened too quickly. Turning from the mountain road, I saw the middle-aged Scholar in front of the woods opposite Small Stream. When he turned around and looked over, Hidden Pavilion died, Liu Qing and Xiao De were seriously injured and will be killed. More than ten Demihuman Race masters or died of tragic death or Life is better than death, in fact there is only a few breaths.
Neither Chen Changshen, Zheqiu or Tang Thirty Six has time to do anything, of course, even if they do nothing, it doesn't make any sense.
The middle-aged Scholar is terrible.
Chen Changshen came to Capital from Xi Ning, and I have seen some real peerless powers, but whether it is Zhu Luo, Guan Xingke or Bie Yanghong in Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions, it is far worse than this middle-aged Scholar, even in Xunyang City Passed Holy Maiden of the South seems to be one level weaker than this middle-aged Scholar.
Can His Holiness The Pope be stronger than this middle-aged Scholar?
Chen Changshen has only seen the vastness of sea of stars in the eyes of Pope, and has not seen Pope take the shot himself, unable to draw a conclusion.
If you really want to find a person who can resemble this middle-aged Scholar in your past Way of Cultivation career, it can only be Su Li.
And it must be the best Su Li in its heyday.
On the Demon Lands snowfield, Su Li extracted Shrouded Heavens Sword from Yellow Paper Umbrella and cut hundreds of miles to return to the south. The feeling to him is somewhat the same as it is now.
Who is this middle-aged Scholar?
Chen Changshen suddenly thought that when I left Zhou Garden and sent Yellow Paper Umbrella to Su Li, I saw the piece of night far away.
The night, born from Old Snow City, enveloped the sky.
Cold Mountain at this time is also shrouded in night.
His face paled instantly.