Transcending the Nine Heavens Chapter 553: Separate and kill!

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However, after several Spirit Sense searches without realizing it, is it an illusion? But how can it be an illusion. How can this intuition accumulated from the numerous passing of times of Jiang Hu be wrong? Since it is not an illusion, and you have no results in searching, it means that the power against you is much higher than yourself and greatly exceeds you The imagination is clear, and my heart feels even worse.

But how many years have you come to foul wind and **** rain, and what feels good again?

There is no such thing as death. Even if you die, you can count on something big. For yourself, or if it is an early release, you may be relieved!

Hu Bugui has coldly snorted in his heart, his face is always a piece of old and decrepit, his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, to close eye, his interest rate is adjusted, and foreign affairs do not hesitate.

At this moment, there was a howling wind coming from a distance.

Hu Bugui suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling bright lights in his eyes shot three feet!

That sound overbearing is extremely extreme, Correct came at himself!

He still did not act rashly, so he fixedly looked at the door.

Under moment, the room door instantly shattered without warning, and the room was filled with fragment. A black knife rushed to the surface with the momentum of cutting heaven and earth.

This sword is coming madly overbearing, and it has never been able to return to the world. This is no longer a temptation, but a lore!

Hu Bugui flashed in the eyes of divine light, I don't know when the knife was in the hand.

Choose before.

The "ding" sounded a crisp sound. The Hu Bugui's knife was spotted in the dark knife at the exact abnormal location, and the opponent's knife edge was a little bit, but this slight moment is enough for already-

Hoo!

Hu Bugui's original body, suddenly, fell backwards, then floated up and stood on the couch steadily.

In front of him, a burly black youngster, standing across the knife. Just before the knife was cut, he immediately retracted the knife without forcibly attacking.

"Who is yours?" Hu Bugui's complexion only coughed slightly, but he swallowed already to the throat and reversed the blood.

Don't look at Hu Bugui's complexion, but it's terrifying!

Countless enemies in my life, but like today, it is the first time that someone has hit himself with a knife.

The comet's sword is so fierce that overbearing is extreme, already has reached the arrogant position only seen in Hu Bugui's life!

The man stepped into the door and felt like Hu Bugui, but it moved like a whole mountain range. He moved towards him, but stepped away, but there was a big mountain, the power of earth-shattering.

"I'm Dong Wushang!" The young man in black looked at Hu Bugui with a pair of eyes bold and powerful, and Shen said: "You are Hu Bugui?"

Hu Bugui narrowed his eyes: "Dong Wushang? Am I hated?"

"None!" Dong Wushang shook his head.

"Have complaints?"

"Nothing!"

"Why is your lord?" Hu Bugui was furious and had nothing to do with each other, so you just shot the knife at the old man. What's this?

Dong Wushang looked at him dullly, indifferently said: "Because you are here to make trouble!"

Hu Bugui Huo Ran raise one's head: "No!"

"You are!" affirmed Dong Wushang. He didn't even want to say more than half a word, and condemned Hu Bugui directly.

Hu Bugui shook his head: "I don't ..."

Before he finished this sentence, already was interrupted by Dong Wushang: "You are a mess! Why? People who use knives, you have also reached such a point, dare not admit it? Do n’t you dare to do it? "

Dong Wushang is overbearing like the knife he cut out.

Hu Bugui had a spasm on his face, but he was silent for a long while, and finally said, "Nice!"

The person with the knife.

This is a dignity in itself.

Swordsman, you can be sorry to anyone in your life, but you will not be sorry for your own knife! I won't humiliate the four words "the man with the knife".

A man is a knife, a knife is a man. Insulting a knife is equivalent to insulting himself, even more than insulting himself!

You scold an eight-generation ancestor of a swordsman, or that swordsman may be indifferent. But as long as it involves the honor and shame of the sword, it is the battle of the swordsmen!

The dignity of the sword must not be violated!

So although Hu Bugui didn't want to admit it, he did.

Moreover, since the other party is so determined, already must have mastered a lot of already.

It doesn't necessarily have more meaning to acknowledge or not.

Dong Wushang nodded: "Finally dare to be brave, but also a knife with a good, good. Pull the knife, I will give you a decent way of death, let you die under my knife!"

As soldier's best destination is Ma Ge's shroud; a swordsman's best destination is also dead under the sword!

Hu Bugui's face glowed with brilliance, laughed said: "Hu Bugui, the sword will not return!"

Suddenly, the sword suddenly burst into a cold sky, attacking Dong Wushang.

Hu Bugui has known from the first knife of the fight just now that he is determined not to be the opponent of this young man in front of him, but Hu Bugui still chooses to attack with all his strength. His eyes are gorgeous in this moment, and he hopes that he can show off the sharp edge of his knife in this last battle, and eventually die under another peerless divine sabre. Such a way of death is only happy!

Dong Wushang Black Sabre has turned into lightning.

The thunderbolt-like action suddenly stopped.

A faint smile appeared on Hu Bugui's face, and said softly, "Thank you, you didn't ask me anything."

"Because you can't say it." Dong Wushang said lightly.

Hu Bugui coughed and laughed: "Good knife!"

There is a regret in your eyes, and you close it slowly. It has been reduced to a tool since childhood. Until now, the biggest regret is ... I do n’t know who my parents are, where my home is, and who is the one who tuned himself into a tool ...

But in this life ... confused and alive, confused and dead.

His body is still erect, the knife in his hand is still tightly held in his hand, and the sharp blade is only half an inch away from the waist of Dong Wushang. But others already died.

Half-inch distance is an insurmountable nature.

Dong Wushang slowly pulled Black Sabre from his chest, his face was expressionless.

The body flickered through the window.

Hu Bugui's body then slowly fell to the ground, blood gushed slowly, and painted red fell to the ground.

Out of the inn, footsteps sounded. A team of soldiers and horses came in, and in the shopkeeper's horrified eyes, the team leader patted the shopkeeper's shoulder: "Congratulations, isn't this room vacant? You can receive other guests and earn double shares. Money, good things. "

Smileed, put away Hu Bugui's body, and strode away.

The shopkeeper's face is pale, tottering. Double money ... If you make double money in this way, you should be scared to death if you can't make a few times ...

...

Wu Yun has always been cautious. After living in the inn, he pulled the quilt apart and put a pillow in it to create a simple but concealing illusion. Then he went to the top of the closet without a sound.

This is the habit left by walking Jiang Hu for so many years.

With his cultivation base realm, although already no longer has to worry about being attacked by the enemy, but this habit cannot be changed.

Time has changed.

The door rang suddenly and gently three times, and someone knocked on the door.

Wu Yun opened his eyes slowly, and never left the sword of already silently, but felt that his hands were full of sweat.

I didn't realize when the people outside the door arrived.

I did n’t know until the knock on the door! The other person clearly knew that he was in the room.

What it means, it goes without saying!

Only from this point, I lost already.

The knock on the door is a prelude to death. The knocker is death? !!

"Who?" Wu Yun asked in a low voice. At this time it is pointless not to speak in already.

"It's me." A cold voice outside the door.

Only two characters were obtained, but already felt the cold of the other party Sword Edge.

It doesn't seem to be a person outside the door, nor is it a **** of death, but a already sheath and murderous aura skyward sword!

But what is the difference between a sword like this and death? !!

The door slowly opened, and the world outside the door suddenly joined together.

One outside the door and one inside the door.

The outsider is a young man in black, with eyes like a sword, body like a sword, **** like a sword, and sword in his hand.

"Wu Yun?" The man's sharp eyes instantly locked Wu Yun.

Wu Yun smiled: "Yes, my husband has bad luck in his life, so he called himself Wu Yun, and laughed at himself."

The black-clothed person chant said: "If you are still Wu Yun, then what hundreds of thousands of innocent have died in your hands ... but what kind of luck?"

Wu Yun indifferently said: "Whether innocent or guilty and deserves to be punished can die under my sword, the soul walks away from the Nine Springs, and no longer sinks into the muddy world. Naturally, they have luck."

The young man in black slowly nodded: "so that's how it is, it's your turn to have luck today."

Wu Yun understands the unspoken words in the other person ’s words, so he asks, "Why?"

"Why?" The young man in black asked, "Why did you come here?"

Wu Yun's gaze: "My husband is here to congratulate Black Clouds Heaven Celestial Emperor on his ascension. Are you here to make a mess? Are you planning to stir up the Celestial Emperor class on this day?"

The young man in black looked cold and said, "Who made you come? How many people have you come to congratulate this time?"

He went on speaking along the lines of Wu Yun.

Wu Yun said arbitrarily: "My husband has always been alone, but this time he came alone, why not?"

"It really won't work!" black-clothed person shook his head lightly: "If you really come to congratulate sincerely, then come with me. All congratulatory masters are all gathered together and accepted unified management."

Accept unified management? What else can I do?

Wu Yun shook his head without thinking: "No!"

The voice didn't fall, a little cold light appeared, the sword already in front of him shot, and the throat of the target Correct Wu Yun was vital.

Wu Yun has long been prepared to suddenly head up, turn sideways and step back.

However, sword light is like electricity, and once again comes as quickly as Ben Lei.

The landing point this time is still throat.

Wu Yun's sword is in his hand, and he can strike back at any time; but in the face of such a horrible sword, he even has no time to resist the sword.

Even the sword issued by this man, he even developed a kind feeling: the sword intent is accompanied by endless lonely.

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"A bit late, sorry, shouting loudly is ..." (to be continued. Please search, novels are better updated faster!)