As soon as Duan Zhenshan finished cooking tea, he saw the black fire stick in the furnace jumping violently. Fortunately, Duan Zhenshan quickly grasped it, otherwise the teapot on the stove would have been overturned.
"If you are excited, you can't be more reserved. No matter how you say you are a sword, you still have to be steady and steady!"
Just as he comforted the fire stick, Duan Zhenshan frowned and jumped out of the stove. Hearing the sound of wind chimes all over the mountains, he couldn't help but think, "No!" because it was not a wind chime, it was a sword restless all over the mountains.
Duan Zhenshan did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and suddenly turned around and came to the master's hut...
Zhang Yajiu glanced at the eldest disciple with an anxious face and said angrily: "Why are you panic? After all, you are above the master. You still have to be steady as you should be!"
Duan Zhenshan was stunned. Why did this sound so familiar? He couldn't help but scratch his head and said, "Master, this mountain, this sword..."
Zhang Yajiu coughed lightly, and the swords all over the mountain stopped.
"The God of War beat me a few days ago and borrowed a sword, saying that it was for emergency use. Unexpectedly, he really used it. It seems that the old man is facing the great witch! Alas! There are a lot of people all over it.
He is old and still beaten to death, which is difficult for him."
Duan Zhenshan frowned and said, "Military God and the Great Witch! So who do you think more about, Master?"
Zhang Yajiu leaned on the couch and said leisurely: "There is no need to say that fists are afraid of being strong. The saints in the world are almost out of date. How can he be the opponent of the Great Witch?"
"The master has seen the great witch? Otherwise, how could he know that the great witch is not old..."
Zhang Yajiu waved his hand and interrupted, "That old man, I even used my sword. Isn't this a lice on the bald man's head - it's obvious! I also want to ask, when will your elm head be able to get good?
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Duan Zhenshan smiled awkwardly and said, "You don't need to be conscious about making tea, so I'd better cook tea for the master!"
Zhang Yajiu looked at Duan Zhenshan's back and sighed, "The most boring one among the nine disciples is this. I don't know why I chose such a boring person at the beginning!"
Although Duan Zhenshan is dull, he is indeed the most obedient, with the highest cultivation level among the nine disciples, and the most worry-free one. Originally, Zhang Yajiu thought that his second disciple was a scholar and should not like his senior brother to make trouble, but
Unexpectedly, the boy said something that he wanted to go out in the world, and the third brother passed by a message, and the person disappeared.
Zhang Yajiu smiled bitterly and shook his head, cursing in his heart, "No one can worry! After squatting in Zhujian Mountain for decades, his cultivation has become a master. What kind of people can I go to? Who would believe this?"
Even if he doesn't believe it, he, a master, can't help him pulling Ning Wangshan's ear to ask the truth. After all, he is old and he can't ask about everything.
My son couldn't help but worry that those were useless. At that time, Zhang Yajiu might as well think about whether the sword he lent to the old man of the military god would be wasted again...
It is still unknown whether Zhang Yajiu's sword will be drifted, but it is obviously time for Zhong Li Zixi to have to fire it.
The sword hanging above the head was about to fall, and the old man named Shen Shen had to cheer up and pour the small amount of true energy in his body into the huge general. The general raised countless arms,
It seems like I want to support this day...
The Xuantian sword slowly descended, not only Zhong Li Zixi's lifelong cultivation, but also the power of thousands of stars. She wanted to use the starlight to slash the body of the God of War and cut a smooth road for her ambitions.
The Starlight Sword cut off one giant arm and bent the body of the God of War. Countless violent airflows carried starlight, erasing everything around them. Even the mountain Buddha behind the temple was unable to escape and was scattered by four people.
The overflowing sword energy slashed beyond recognition.
Perhaps the War God was really old, and the giant bent down in front of Zhongli Zixi's Starlight Sword, was eaten bit by bit, and finally turned into a naive true energy and dissipated invisible.
But one palm, an old man's palm, blocked the giant sword that was stabbed. The giant sword broke inch by inch, exploded into the sky with stars, which was very dazzling...
The War God seemed to have grown a few decades apart, his straight back became hunched, and the light in his eyes became much dimmed. The old man looked at Zhong Li Zixi who was spitting blood at the port of the cloud and smiled bitterly: "I took this sword, I took it.
, If Zixi has no next move, then try the sword I borrowed!"
Zhong Li Zixi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "The God of War is indeed the God of War. Although he is old, he is getting stronger. The little woman admires it! Admiration!"
As he said that, he glanced at the ray of light coming from the southwest and waved: "If the old man can live without death, see you in Daxing City!"
Zhongli Zixi walked away on the clouds, but the direction was not the alien camp, but went straight south...
Li Kangtian stood in front of the huge pit, looked at the tall old man who was dying at the bottom of the pit, and said with a smile: "Why do you have to wade into this muddy water? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the Xiling Snow Mountain for the rest of your life?"
The tall old man spitted out blood, and his pale cheeks suddenly burst into blood. He laughed and said, "How boring I die in the snowy mountain! I can have a great fight with the city lord, and I can feel happy and satisfied.
And by the way, I can also repay a favor that I can never die. I think it’s worth it!”
Li Kangtian laughed and scolded: "Old man!"
"I have been fighting for the whole life, and I have fought with the saints to the death. I have no regrets in my life! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha…”
The God of War stepped out of the ruins and looked at Li Kangtian in the distance with a casual finger, and saw that a faint light fell down like a flash of lightning shattering through the night sky.
Li Kangtian looked at the faint light and suddenly grinned: "I didn't expect that I could see Zhang Yajiu's sword during this trip. Very good! Very good!"
Killing a man above the master is not as easy and simple as it seems. At least Li Kangtian did not have the confidence to take Zhang Yajiu's sword without any harm.
It is obviously not what Li Kangtian would do when he fled without fighting, let alone his name is to make him go against the sky. He was an orphan, and he could reach this day and become a saint, and he could rely on his journey against the current.
He went against the will of heaven, so he would never retreat no matter whether he could catch this sword or not.
I saw the old man with white eyebrows and red eyes facing the faint light, and suddenly his face looked like a red sunset, and then pointed out...
Li Kangtian did not hesitate to activate the secret technique of blood-burning, and he also wanted to distinguish it from that sword, because this was a contest of dignity and an excellent opportunity for him to try Zhang Yajiu's depth.
The sword fingers intersect, without the earth-shaking energy, without the explosion of true energy, there is only a silent confrontation in the dark. Between the sword and the finger, it seems that the world is alone, and even light and darkness cannot invade a single minute.
It is a twisted world, a world that can swallow everything silently...
The sword retreats, and the man leaves.
No one knows who is better than this confrontation, unless someone catches up with the lord of the Tianxia City who walks through the clouds, or climbs a mountain and asks the person who is lying on the couch.
Before the War God came to the pit, he slowly helped Yu Linlin sit down, and then smiled bitterly: "What else do you want to say? I didn't explain it. I told my brother that I will help you while I have a few years to live.
It's done!"
Yu Linlin spit out a mouthful of blood again, shook her head and said, "I'm all my wishes!"
As he said that, he suddenly grabbed the hand of the military god, stared at the eyes of the military god and said, "How many years can you live?"
The God of War smiled bitterly and said, "You can survive the three or four years!"
Yu Linlin nodded: "That girl is twelve years old this year. She probably became an adult when you left, so I'm relieved! She also met some good brothers and sisters this time, and I believe she can do it in the future.
Shit her for a while…”
Yu Linlin's eyes were filled with relief, because even if the miserable girl had no care of her, she could grow up and become a human being. The only thought in her heart was also let go of...
The old man walked away with a smile because he had no regrets in his life, and he also sent him to the last journey. He lived happily and walked freely.
The battle between saints caused by the starry sky visions not only can the soldiers and civilians in Jinyang City see it, but also the aliens.
However, Mengshan had been quiet for several hours, but the Great Khan of Qimin had not yet waited for the Great Witch to return.
The alien camp, Qimin, who had not slept all night, looked at the west side with red eyes in a daze. He knew something had happened to the woman who had been obsessed with him, but he still wanted to wait for her to come back, he wanted to take her back to the grassland
.
When he was the youngest Khan in the grassland mobei, he met her. Her beauty, her kindness, and her mystery all attracted him deeply. Decades have passed, he is a Khan, she is
The great witch, although nothing happened between them, he felt that the most beautiful woman in the world would stay with him until she grows old.
Dongfang had already revealed a trace of white fish belly. Qimin suddenly shook his sweat, as if his energy had been removed, and the light in his eyes dimmed. This was the last time he and the great witch agreed. She did not come back, which means she had
Not in the world.
Qimin's head turned white overnight and had aged several decades. He saw him hunched over and coughing lightly, "Send the order, the entire army will withdraw back to the grassland, and Yili's Tiger Division will be responsible for cutting off the rear!"
As he said that, Qimin Dahan walked back to the tent with his stroll, sat on the sheepskin blanket that the great witch often sat on, and stared at the stove and copper pot in front of him in a daze. Qimin seemed to see the great witch wearing dry clothes again,
I was there to concentrate on making tea, and from time to time I talked to him about the culture of the Han people and the vast mountains and rivers...
Qimin Khan suddenly found something under the sheepskin blanket, so he quickly got up and lifted it up, and a piece of folded hemp paper was exposed. Qimin Khan hurriedly picked it up because only the great witches of the Timole clan used this.
Planting paper, it was obviously what the great witch left to him.
Qi Min's hands were a little shaking. He tried hard to control his emotions and his thick hands, carefully spreading the hemp paper, for fear of breaking and wrinkling the paper. The beautiful small characters were very neat, and at a rough look,
There were hundreds of words, and he was more sure that this was left to him by the Great Witch. Because only he could understand the words of Qianren, he read them very seriously and slowly...