The sound of sighing is clear, just like the flowers that are full of flowers, and the flowers of the flowers are shown in the flowers of the water.
Like the ruins of the imperial city full of dust, they all look clean.
The response after hearing this sigh is even more different. Some people were shocked, some were afraid, some were silent, and many people looked pale and quietly retreated to the crowd, because they knew that the person in the night must come from Tang Kingdom, from Changan, from Changan, from Changan, from Changan, from Chang'an
Academy, I just don't know which gentleman.
Long Qing knows who is coming. Looking at the night sighing, knowing that his eyes did not necessarily have that person, his expression became extremely dignified. Under the snow peak of the wasteland many years ago, the man made a light pink and blocked ink.
A war of the two Dao Mo. At a time in Baita Temple, the man appeared again, trapped the Daoist Taoist Taoist Taoism, and let go of Ning Que and Sang Sang. Tonight, this person sighed again.
What do you do?
After hearing this sigh after hearing the sigh, a smile appeared on his face, not because he finally waited for and proved what, but because he was convinced that what he asked would be realized.
Hengmu people also guessed who came, because the only person in the practice industry can quietly break through the line of defense of the two thousand guardians of the Xiling Temple and come to the place near him.
He took a deep breath. Thirteen thin knives became brighter, and the golden flowers behind him were even greater. He was always ready to launch his own attack at the sigh of sighing.
There was no horrible expression on his face, because Shenhui consumed the speed and thin face, showing a strong willingness to fight, but the excitement in the eyes faded, and the previously cruel expression because of his innocence instantly made an instant instantaneous expression.
It becomes calm, because even if he is proud and confident, in the face of the legendary character, he must concentrate all his spiritual courage so that he can have hope to defeat the other party.
Long Qing looked at the deep part of the night and said, "Let go."
This sentence is not what that person said · but to Hengmu -Liu Yiqing's injury will die. Hengmu does not want him to die. He asked him to suffer endless torture. At this time, the sound came from the night.
The meaning of sighing, the meaning is very clear, that person doesn’t allow such cruel things to post
There was no expression on Hengmu's face, and the palm of his hand still fell on Liu Yiqing's body. Looking at the night of the night, he said, "The academy is coming. Isn't this the picture that the temple wants to see? Why should I let go?"
Long Qing said: "I'm waiting for Ning Que, not him."
Hengmu said: "What are the differences? The academy thieves · and this person is much more important than Ning."
Long Qing said: "More important people must be more powerful ... No matter who comes from the academy tonight, I will try to leave him. But since he comes, it doesn't make sense."
In the depths of Hengmu's eyes, there are stars and slices on the burning. Like the fire, the sound also becomes a bonfire that is chaotic.
There was a kind of compassion in Long Qing's eyes, pity and ignorance.
At this moment, the man's sigh came from the night again, it seemed a little helpless. The so -called helplessness was like an adult when he looked at the child's noisy, and naturally he had pity.
Hengmu clearly felt that this emotion and face became extremely gloomy, but his mood became calmer, because since he wanted to try to leave the other party, he had to calm down to the extreme.
That person finally spoke: "What do you have?"
This kind of question generally appears after the duel of the two strong men. The winner watched the loser and asked with sympathy. It brought the audience a full sense of heroes.
It is full of disdain.
Hengmu did not misunderstand the man who was ridiculed himself, although the slow speech speed and the calm tone, it sounded like a taunting tone, but he knew not, because the man was not like that
This sentence is asked about Liu Yiqing.
Liu Yiqing raised his head and looked at Linkang City under the night across the white cloth. Although he couldn't see it now, he had seen many times before, remembering many details of this city.
As a practitioner, he had been promoted to his life a few years ago as a sword master. He died tonight alone, and a sword destroyed the imperial city. He already realized the true meaning of Kendo.
He killed two southern Jin emperors in his life, destined to be written in history, and there was no regret.
As a person, he has a wish in his life, just as the master of Jiange and a South Jin Dynasty. He does have a lot of people and things that can't be let go, but he has not said too much because he believes that Tang Kingdom and Hehe
If the academy can win in this war, it will naturally handle well. If you can't win, you will probably never have the South Jin and Jiange in this world. Why should it be said?
So he didn't say anything, and he tightened the thin sword's lips, waiting for the final liberation with joy.
There was a sigh in the night, and the sigh was full of emotions and respect, and seemed to say goodbye.
Slowly, the breeze rose in the moat, straight up the night, blowing a few rays of night clouds that wanted to entangle the bright moon, blowing the gravel scattered on the ground, came to the imperial city, and came to the front.
Hengmu stands up, and drinks a break, more than ten strokes of fine knife come out of the sheath, blooming light in the night breeze, and the light is limited to the light, holding the handle with both hands, and the countless gods, then cut it to the breeze!
You are beheading the wind! Even if you are the real breeze, you will be cut off by my sword! Even if you are already the legend of the practice world, how can you cross the Fan cage condensed by my sword and Shenhui!
The bright knife illuminated the night, and the eyes of Hengmu Liping were bright! His knife was spit out. He felt bright, as if he was about to go to the wind. He never gave birth to such a perfect feeling!
However, nothing happened, the breeze was not cut off, and nothing had passed through the Fan cage. The perfect one was still perfect, but it stopped in the night, but it was so lonely.
Because before he waved his knife, the breeze had drifted over. Before he used the knife and God, the figure had appeared in front of him. Before his perfect hit, the war had ended.
A scholar stood in front of the puppet, wearing old cotton jackets full of dust, a wooden stick in the belt, and a roll of old books. The expression was gentle, just like the most common teacher in the country.
Looking at this person, the hands of Hengmu's hands trembling slightly with the handle, not because of fear, but because of anger, the cold voice asked, "Mr. Academy?"
That scholar is naturally a master of the academy.
The elder brother ignored him, looked at Liu Yiqing on the side of his puppet, and said, "Sorry."