The grassland cavalry was a little surprised. He looked around and confirmed that there was no one else, and asked, "Who are you?"
He did not answer the question of a girl, but asked the other person's identity, which seemed very natural, and looked like a real encounter.
The young girl of the skirt could not be encountered at all. He just wanted to try it.
Unfortunately, the girl didn't want to say too much nonsense to him.
"You are Ningcui Cliff, I am naturally the curtain." The girl said.
The grassland cavalry was silent for a moment, stood up, wiped the remaining streams on the palm of the palm, and looked at the other side, and said, "It is indeed the legendary cicada in the legendary cicada.
In this world, few people know that the real name of the king of the Jin account is Ning Cuiya. It is like few people know that the vulgar surname of the Xiong Ling Temple is called Xiong Chumo.
, But she knows, she knows everything.
Because she is the Lord of the Magic Sect, the mysterious twenty -three -year cicada, her name is Yu curtain, her real name Lin Wu, her life is a fog to others, but she has seen everything
It's clear.
Yu Mu looked at him and said, "Your array is really interesting."
In her opinion, a large formation of the entire golden account king's tribe and countless resentment souls, just a bit interesting, of course, it is not easy to get her evaluation.
What's more interesting is that the national teacher itself.
The national teacher was obviously in the blood sacrifice, and in front of Ning Que's eyes. However, in front of the creeks in the West, in front of the curtain's eyes, he was no longer old and tired, but a young cavalry.
What happened?
The national teacher is dead, or the old master is dead. For the blood sacrifice, he sacrificed all his longevity, his body was already decayed into dust, leaving only spiritual consciousness and so -called divine soul
Then, then
Then he turned into this young grassland cavalry in some unimaginable way.
Ning Que's strange feeling in the battle. It is because that national teacher is not a real existence. It is just that he has no way to find where the national teacher's body is. Fortunately, the curtain can be found.
The national teacher exhausted his life Yuan to create that horrible blood sacrifice.
The eyes of the grassland cavalry showed a regrets -if you stare at his eyes, you can also see the vicissitudes of it and the sense of calmness that can only be formed.
"Don't regret it." Yu Cui's look at him calmly: "Whether you are reincarnated.
Yes, like this method that is already out of the human scope, it looks extremely magical and it seems difficult to understand, but who is the curtain ... she is the cicada for 23 years.
,The most bizarre and unimaginable changes she has ever experienced.
The method used by the national division really has no qualifications in front of her.
Suddenly, there was a cicada sound on the banks of the stream.
There are no cicadas and cicadas in the wasteland. At this time, there is a cicada, not stern, and it's quiet.
Because the curtain was moved.
She lifted her feet, stepped on the clear and quiet stream, and slowly walked towards this side.
The grassland has the wind, and the yellow skirt on her body, such as Ling Bo's little fairy.
The national teacher looked at her barefoot and said, "I thought you would jump out of the sky, but I didn't expect it. In the end you came from the water."
Yu Mao calmly said: "Just like everyone thinks that you will be behind the court of king of the gold tent, you have to retain the people in my college, but you don't expect it, you want to escape."
The national teacher asked: "Can't the academy let me escape?"
Yu Mu said: "No, because you are really strong."
The national teacher silently said, "Thank you ... I actually just want to trap you. I want to leave the last blood and fire species for the tribe. As for me, I am really going to travel around the world."
Yu Mu said: "I said, don't regret it, you can’t lie to my eyes."
"The moment before, Ning Que said that the same." The national teacher looked at the direction of the East Blood Sacrifice. He had some hidden connection with there.
You, I have no expectation to hide from you all the time, but regret that you have not entered my array. "
Yu Mu said: "Do you think your array can trap me?"
The national teacher turned to look at her and said, "My array can kill you."
Yu Mu said: "Xiong Chumo thought so at the time."
"I am different from him."
The state teacher said calmly: "I'm more rigorous than him, and in the back of the academy, he doesn't know that you are you, but I have always knew you are you, I have been waiting for you."
Yu Mu said: "What about it?"
The national teacher held the knife handle, watching her slowly coming on the stream, and said, "I want to try it."
At this time, he was a well -known grassland cavalry, especially when he clenched his handle, only a army had a strong breath to kill blood, and he suddenly rushed to the sky.
On the contrary, the cavalry clothing on his body was cracked, and his cheeks fell without wind, but his hair fell down, but it was just a few times, and he became a monk.
A young monk with a breath, bloody but kind but kindness.
Yu curtain walked to the shore, and there was no drop of water between the red white toes.
She watched the young monk and admired: "Not vulgar."
It is possible to be extraordinary. At least at this moment, the young monks who get the entire golden account king court's blood killing will really have that kind of wonderful realm.
Yu curtain just sighed and was not afraid, not even nervous.
When she was facing the unimaginable quiet state of the audience, she was as calm as before, let alone now.
She stretched out a finger and pointed it at the young monk's eyebrows.
The cicada on the bank of the stream suddenly became intensive, and it seemed a little restless.
The weeds become grass with the sky. It is like countless cicadas.
As soon as she made a hand, she was the best way to be more than five.
The young monk couldn't avoid it at all, so he couldn't avoid it.
He stared at the closer and more thin fingers, ignored the straw crumbs that cut his skin out of tens of thousands of blood mouths, held the handle with both hands, and chopped the knife forward!
"You've calculated something wrong..."
That scimitar is just an ordinary machete. At this time, it goes away, but it seems that with the will of countless people, the killing intention of countless people has not been lit without the knife. It just drives the heavens and the earth.
In this world of swords, the young monk quietly looked at Yu Lian's eyes and told her that you were wrong. Although you saw through my situation and did not enter my formation, as long as you come to me,
He had already walked into my array because I was the eye of the array. Wherever I was, the array was where I was.
This sword is no longer an ordinary sword, but a blood sacrifice formation. It carries the killing souls of the entire golden tent royal court, and has accumulated hundreds of years of killing souls and slashes at the childish girl in a yellow dress.
No matter how powerful Yu Lian is, he can withstand the will of the entire tribe?
Nympho
Nympho
Facing the shocking knife of the young monk, the response of the curtain is simple to the extreme.
Her response is not like a big practitioner who has more than five realms, and she is more like a child who has entered martial arts. She uses some of them for granted, and even a little ridiculous.
The method is the method of hand. She is together with her hands, trying to clamp the knife in the palm of her palm.
Do you really want to take it for granted? No, horror is simple, and she should take everything.
So, a knife holding the whole golden account king court was caught in her hand.
Her hands were small and tender, but the knife was difficult to enter.
Her body looks thin, but it seems to have endless power.
Between the young monk's knife and her hand, there are countless breath.
The stream behind her began to ripple, then boiled, and then blurred into a vapor.
A whole stream, in the blink of an eye, dried up, I didn't know where the fish and water plants in the stream had gone.
The bottom of the stream also became extremely dry, cracked into countless thin blocks, like the scales of a dead snake.
Those cracks quickly spread towards the wilderness behind the stream, and the surface was extended instantly.
The yellow skirt and the hair on the temples gently whirled in the wind. The skirt was not burning and the hair was slightly dry.
Yu Lian quietly looked at the young monk behind the knife.
The young monk looked at her quietly, with admiration in his eyes and no fear.
It was her, and she was indeed the master of contemporary demon ancestors. The unpredictable great practitioners actually took the blood sacrifice of the collective will of the tribal collective will only take one hands.
There is no fear, because he knows that he can only catch this knife with the energy of the curtain. It is absolutely impossible to have the ability to counterattack in this case. He did not drop the wind.
Yu curtain did not counterattack, but it showed a ridicule in his eyes.
What is she ridiculed?
The young monk suddenly understood.
His knife allowed Yu curtain to stand still on the bank.
Yu Cui's hand also set him in place.
He can't move.
Can he still move dozens of miles east?
Nympho
Nympho
When the western tens of miles, the knife was cut towards the curtain, Ning Que's feeling was the most obvious, because the soul power that oppressed himself around suddenly became loose.
More than ten iron boxes suspended in the air suddenly trembled violently. The grievances emitted by the Mustang's head cover and the killing intention hidden in the array were drawn by some kind of power and went to the distance.
Ning Que suddenly turned his head and looked at that place.
That place is in the West.
He knew that Sister San was in the West.
The thin line he saw in the cloud before was the trace left by the sister. He didn't know what the sister went there, but now he has guess the truth.
At this time, he was besieged by more than ten grassland priests. What can he do?
If you change to someone else, you can't respond in such a short period of time, but Ning Que is not someone else. It is difficult for others to imagine the tacit understanding between him and the curtain.
He has rarely met with Yu curtain over the years, but the tacit understanding has always been there.
The tacit understanding started many years ago, and the cicada sounded at the old bank, starting from the small man in that Zhang Hua, starting from the waist card, starting in the magic, starting from a very similar temperament.
He heard the cicadas of the West dozens of miles away.
He knew that the sister had shot.
He closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes.
When the West, the young monk chopped to the curtain.
In the east, he cut a knife to the old master on the carriage.
Nympho
Nympho
(It feels better and better, write a little more tomorrow, cut the country division. Then, about the chapter name, our generation of authors will definitely be branded with deep martial arts novels. The predecessors who are very handsome stories and words, the pleasure of reading, is unforgettable so far.) (If you are not continued, please search for astronomy. The novel is better updated and faster!