The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 61: Late to come to the sky to snow
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He Xinliang Chapter 61, the night comes to snow in the sky
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2013-10-2621:30:41[Words]3070
Liu Songtao raised his arm to lift the sword, and gently wiped the **** from the sword with his other hand, his eyes determined.
In the city, Luoyang took off a dragon's whisker from a ichthyosaur, twisted her fingers lightly, and the dragon's whisker rolled her arms. Obviously, she didn't have much confidence to block the sword with her bare hands. At this moment, a person brazenly disrupted the situation and appeared at the end of the street where Liu Songtao was standing. He rushed into the city. When he saw the grey-clothed monk, he lowered his figure and moved forward slowly, stopping ten feet away, and sneered:" Is it really Liu Songtao, the leader of the demon cult? How come you go back more and more, and what a hero to compete with a girl?"
Liu Songtao, who originally did not want to pay attention to the uninvited guests, turned his head. The young son had an inexplicable romantic charm. With his hands in his sleeves, the jade tree was facing the wind, and a majestic man escorted him further behind him. Liu Songtao smiled. What is the current state of the world? How come the great talents of the world are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain, so the streets are so worthless? Although this white-headed young man said that he used his femininity to cross the threshold of celestial phenomena, saying that he could not be genuine, but if his own foundation is not good enough, how can a small pond tolerate a river flood? The man behind the white-headed son is not to be underestimated. In addition to the Wudang Taoist who spoke on the river bank before, Liu Songtao could not help but sigh with emotion. Taking fifty people, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning in the rivers and lakes where I was in that year. Liu Songtao had a sword in his hand, ready to go, his sword intent was surging, and his body was full of anger, still being forcibly suppressed by him, and smiled at the young man: "At a young age, it is not easy to have this ability, Liu If you don’t have common knowledge with you today, you can watch chess without talking about a true gentleman. It’s no problem to watch the game. If you intervene, don’t blame Liu Moujian for pointing at you. Young man, I advise you, the femininity hidden in the dark has its own cultivation. It's already crumbling, don't be arrogant, and it's worse off at this time, I'm afraid it won't be able to return to the sky in this life..."
Without waiting to finish speaking, Liu Songtao’s majestic sword intent disappeared in an instant. No movement of Liu Songtao was seen, but the sword in his hand was like a big river. The city was shaking for a long time, causing the people in the city to mistakenly believe that underground dragons are causing trouble. A violent earthquake was triggered, and each fled from the house to a flat place.
20 feet away, Luoyang was pierced by a sword.
Liu Songtao handed out a sword, but he was ten years old in the blink of an eye.
Liu Songtao never made a sword a hundred years ago. He may be the loneliest old sword fairy on the rivers and lakes. One hundred years later, this night with a sword can destroy the mountain. Liu Songtao was not sad or happy. He just looked at the woman in white who was standing on the top of the rivers and lakes a hundred years later, and then he was surprised, "Aren't you the one on the left."
Luoyang stood up from the ruins and sneered: "It's me."
Liu Songtao glanced at the white-headed young man, then turned to look at the female devil who shook the North Mang Chaoye twice, shook her head and sighed: "The same sickness. Fate is a helpless act of tampering with your aura. You don’t have much life expectancy, fight with me and fight again, even if you can stop me Liu Songtao three hundred miles, in the end, you will die late with an old man who has lived more than two years. Soon, why bother to come?"
The visitor is naturally the mediocre Xu Fengnian. After jumping up to the city’s head, he stopped and looked at the sidelines. At first, he had no intention of getting a foot in it. He didn’t even bother to go to the Yinxue Palace first. The secret letter from the Falcon came directly, for fear of missing this battle, not to mention the once-in-a-century encounter. After all, there are old sheepskin fur and Wang Xianzhi in the East China Sea battle with pearls and jade, and the two demon leaders are fighting internally. It can also be regarded as a rare war in decades, but the so-called white-clothed man in the Lushan Mountain in the letter, how did he expect that it would be the Luoyang lady of Bei Mang who died in the Longbi River trough! When he approached the city wall, Xu Fengnian knew that the inter-minded femininity had been noticed by Luoyang. It was a stab to stretch his head and shrink his head. Xu Fengnian simply stopped running. The ghost was in a bad mood. When he saw Liu Songtao start with a sword, he was a little scared. . Leaping down the top of the city in a hurry, while emboldening yourself, anyway, there is a half-hearted celestial state, join in the fun, and talk to the old master of conscience, and you will not be slaughtered on the spot, right? You, Liu Songtao, took over as the leader of the Demon Cult, and you are busy competing with the whole world. Why bother with our unconventional world? Isn’t that the reason? Besides, Lao Tzu has been used to the bitter days of mice crossing the street in Beimang. Once the wind screams, we won't be slow to start.
Luoyang, who has been moving forward, didn't even look at Xu Fengnian, letting his glamour be thrown to the blind man in vain. If Luoyang was the woman who could be guessed with common sense, it wouldn't be Luoyang. Rao is Liu Songtao, who has suffered through the storm, and also feels a little puzzled. This woman clearly does not need to be burned. She is lazy to score the winner and loser. Then she will directly separate life and death? Liu Songtao raised his head and laughed loudly. There was a feeling that he would finally meet his confidant a hundred years later. He tore off the remaining sleeves and held the second sword in his hand. I don't know if it is due to the simultaneous existence of the sword fairy and the devil's head femininity, the heavens and humans induced a vision, and the sky seemed to be sparsely falling with a few snowflakes. Xu Fengnian looked up, it was a bleak dusk that came to snow in the late afternoon.
Can you drink a sword?
Liu Songtao seems to change his life for ten years. [Group: 1681655]
Compared with the first sword, this time even Xu Fengnian was aware of the suspicion of dying and declining. The next moment Xu Fengnian didn’t have time to swear. No wonder Liu Songtao’s sword slackened. The point of the sword was initially Luoyang. Only a few feet away from his hand, he turned the tip of the sword and slammed at himself. Yuan Zuozong set off earlier than Xu Fengnian, whom the tip of the sword pointed at. It’s just that the flying sword is faster than the thunder. Xu Fengnian’s twelve-handled sword was destroyed by Han Diao Temple, but it’s not a problem to build a sword formation thunder pool. The sword is strong within three feet in front of him. Before Yuan Zuozong arrived, Liu Songtao The almost invisible sword has broken through the impenetrable thunder pool. The flying sword flew around for a while, Xu Fengnian stopped the water and raised his hand to shake Kunlun. This sword destroys the mountain and makes the defense almost The perfect Xu Fengnian kept sliding and retreating. The messy sword aura was like countless ice awls, hitting his face fiercely. The flying sword kept hitting the clothed sword that never saw his body. Xu Fengnian still retreated again and again, the sword fairy. The sword in exchange for ten years of life can be said to have suffered enough for Xu Fengnian.
Fortunately, Yuan Zuozong held sticks in both hands and swung one stick simply.
Yuan Zuozong exploded a large hole in the ground in front of him, with sawdust and clothing scraps.
The sword was destroyed, Xu Fengnian stretched out his finger after standing still, and wiped off the blood stains wiped out by the fierce sword qi.
Liu Songtao, who temporarily voluntarily changed to kill him, was also uncomfortable. He exchanged feet with Luoyang. Luoyang never retreated. Liu Songtao has fallen more than ten feet away and landed heavily. A few rolls only slapped him on the ground. Shaking and wagging up, Luoyang was like a bone gangrene. Liu Songtao was able to stabilize, so he swept her with an arm, a few feet off the ground, and before he flew out laterally, Luoyang stepped on his abdomen again. The broken line kite was seven or eight feet away. This time Liu Songtao did not fall. He hung his toes a few times, and landed gently on the edge of the gully. He took one step and one wrong step. There was a tendency to inadvertently lose everything. Luoyang pushed out with a palm in the long swept, Liu Songtao's expression condensed, and he leaned back, avoiding the nailing of Luoyang's flying sword that did not know when it fell in the palm of his hand. Luoyang changed his palm and changed his elbow, often knocking Liu Songtao. With a kick to the ground, Liu Songtao slammed directly into a distant wall. When he stood up from the dust, the corners of his mouth leaked with shocking black blood, he smiled freely, **** cut his abdomen and twisted his sword. Jian, raised a sinister flying sword inserted into his body from behind, Liu Songtao looked at the scheming white-headed young man, and said, "Good means, you should be the word Lingxi. Don't forget to borrow the sword once in the moment of life and death, stop. The sword once is the peak of the magic. Sure enough, Liu's sword against you was not wasted."
Liu Songtao didn't have the slightest anger on his face, but he was a little happy, and gently tossed the transparent flying sword back to Xu Fengnian, "It's not easy to raise a sword fetus. Wei Cao couldn't be a sword fairy, he was as young as you at the time. Sui Xiegu is not tacky. Unfortunately, Liu does not know whether the Sui is dead or alive, otherwise you can learn swords from him. Generally, people in martial arts believe in Wu No. 2 for fear of being trampled on their heads. No. But everyone in kendo will not be afraid to catch up with younger generations, but they are afraid that the inheritance of kendo from one generation to another is not as good as the next generation. Boy, what is your name?"
Xu Fengnian asked cautiously: "Sui Xiegu, do you like to eat swords?"
Liu Songtao smiled and nodded, "This kid threatened to ask the best in the world and eat the best sword in the world. When I retreat to practice swords~IndoMTL.com~It is this man who is getting more and more frustrated. Failure will guard the gate for me."
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, "Old man Sui has a big hatred with me, but his grievances are clear, and he also has a sword for me."
Liu Songtao waved his hand, "That's your business, it doesn't matter to me."
Luoyang glanced at Xu Fengnian, who immediately fell silent.
Luoyang flicked his fingers lightly, and an object swept towards Liu Songtao. The latter took the object with a complicated expression and asked softly: "It's you? How could it be possible?"
Luoyang has no expression on his face.
Liu Songtao, who had already planned to fight to the death, sighed and bounced back to the object with a strange look, "Even if I saw it, I wouldn't be that person anymore."
Luoyang's expression remained indifferent, "Nothing else, just get out of here."
Liu Songtao burst into laughter, and then passed away. When he left the city eastward, the demon who set off a **** storm a hundred years ago said to himself: "So there are people who are more idiots than me."
Luoyang’s skin smiles and doesn’t smile, staring at Xu Fengnian, "Girly?" [Group: 1681655]
is really a grudge, why don't you say that Lao Tzu used Liu Songtao's sword for you for no reason?
Xu Fengnian was thinking about how to run away, Luoyang had already laughed and said: "Yellow River is a sword, the little girl remembers it in his heart."
Xu Fengnian's hair was immediately horrified when he heard the word "little woman".
Unexpectedly, the Devil Beimang lowered her head, reached out her hand to cover her heart, and laughed at herself: "Where is the heart." [Group: 1681655]