Of course, Li Chunjun had played these four female monks, but the land of the waterfall was extremely close to Huaxianzong. He was worried that the female monks would stab the honeycomb and provoke unnecessary trouble, so they did not produce a sword.

The four of the four appearances are together, the east is crooked, the east evil and the west poison, the female practitioners who are not in the west must not make trouble unreasonable.

He kept chasing Li Chunjun, saying that Li Chunjun looked at them and ruined them to be innocent.

Faced with such unreasonable trouble, the ugly man made a strange man, Li Chunjun ran away when he stepped on his sword.

I thought that she could get rid of the four beautiful women who were as beautiful as food, but Li Chunjun was blocked in a mountain range by the Huaxian Zongzong who had already heard the wind.

Faced with the siege of many enemies, Li Chunjun felt young when he was young.

"I have a sword, but kill people in my dream!"

He fell asleep, and many enemies besieged him had not returned to God, and felt that the Sifang heaven and earth were shrouded in sword qi. They were deeply trapped in the mud.

The next moment, the sword is vast and full of their shoulders, which is the weight that they can't bear.

Li Chunjun, a sword in the dream.

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A sword pierced into the valley.

This is the weight that they can't bear.

Zhao Wujiang listened to the stuffy and hummed, continued to draw Yuanyin, and filled the demon.

Four girls.

Chunhua was found by Zhao Wujiang.

Xia Chan snorted constantly, as in the summer cicada.

Qiuyue deeply realized what the sun and the moon is the bright, the day and the day farming, the moon and the moon are groaning.

Winter snow encounters the spring breeze, hot and hot, the snow is melted, the mountains are like spring, and the winter snow also blows the young master and walks away. The sword is in the deep mountain.

Zhao Wujiang mainly focuses on a rain dew, and the swords waving are 100,000 times. Each person picks nine shallow thorn and one deep, the rhythm is perfect, the palace business corner feather, just five people, there are five sounds, spring, summer, autumn and winter Zhao, panting humming

Howling.

The words are divided into two ends, Li Chunjun's side, old and miserable ... fierce.

Huayunzhou, the mountains of the five miles away from Huaxian Zongzongmen, have a spring rain, rain and mist, and blood red.

Li Chunjun woke up from his dream, his clothes were stained, and his cheeks were wet by blood mist.

He killed in his dreams, and now he is no longer invincible.

He stepped on his sword and continued to go south.

Behind him is Huaxianzong's chase, he did not look back.

His Holiness does not come out, who can he get him?

He is a Taoist wizard, a world affairs, a sword picks it.

His eyes were low, and some unhappy.

It wasn't because he killed so many people to disturb his conscience, but because he thought of another old man in the same world as him.

That person is also a cosmetic wizard. To be precise, it is not just Kendo, medical skills, literary talents, and strategies. They are first -class people in the world.

Unfortunately, it was dead, and he couldn't see each other.

Li Chunjun took a deep breath, and the chasing troops was getting closer and closer.

Make memorizing those who have been trapped in injustice.

At that time, he and Zhao Wujiang faced the injustice of destiny. The rolling of Yue Wufan and others could not stop the collapse of the world. He could not save those innocent people, and could not even save himself.

Today, with the Yin Yin of Zhao Wujiang, he came to this world alive and lived in the second generation.

He has to step on the His Holiness step by step, and then cut off Yue's extraordinary body and soul.

None of the scourgers who were destroyed in the world could escape.

If Zhao Wujiang is still there, he will definitely have the same idea as me ... Li Chunjun pulled out the three -foot Qingfeng behind his waist and turned indifferently.

It's just this time, he has no eyebrows like anger, no sword is as frost, and some are just a gentle smile, just like the original Zhao Wujiang.

Huaxianzong chased his troops hundreds of thousands, and he brought his sword and greeted him.

Although there are millions of people going to the end!

Although you are not there, but now I have a bit like you.

As long as I am still alive, as long as I remember you, you will not die.

This sword, my Li Chunjun, for you!
Chapter completed!