It’s like listening to a big joke
Shen Nanxing laughed and soaked his tunic with blood all over his body. "You said you came from ten thousand years later, so I asked you what it was like to repair swords and knives ten thousand years later?"
Luo Changfeng is almost desperate.
He simply lay down to recall and said, "Ten thousand years later, it was a sword, and there was a knife, and the white floor door was broken. There was a snowy night in the east, and a hundred cases of knives were sealed. There was a sword that Jack nife didn’t enter the holy courtyard … There were two disciples in Jiange who sat and watched the mountain, and Wang Daojian had an invincible golden mean sword …"
Shen Nanxing caresses his beard
Those unusually bright eyes seemed to be relieved to see the magnificent scenery of the sword after ten thousand years. "So good, so good, so good. What’s the difference between the sword and the smile?" What also not bad … "
Shen Nanxing with sword spirit
Sit in the north and die in the south.
Chapter one hundred and three Even if we meet, we should not know.
There is an unreasonable way. The figure in red broke into the Zhongzhou boundary. On the way, whether it was through the city or the plain wilderness, even if it was blocked by some experts in the Imperial League, it did not stagnate.
Jiang Manlou said, "That woman is crazy."
Crossing mountains, crossing mountains, crossing rivers and crossing thousands of miles, the road is dusty, and I have been rushing into the two cities outside the emperor’s capital, and then I saw thirteen windy buildings standing in the past before I stopped.
It turned out to be a hand, Xue Ji, an red bean, wearing a bun and not wearing makeup. I saw that the dust looked flustered and it was difficult to hide the murder.
Ann’s red beans climbed the eaves and walked across several lanes to find the "dry" wind tower. The pavilion knew that it was Luo Changfeng and the people in the courtyard stopped to make it easy to be as light as a feather and went straight to the door hall of the dry wind tower.
……
Kuzi Fenglou is located across the street from Tianxin Street. There is a tavern just across the street. The banner reads lonely. There are two lines of small letters next to the signature.
Two nai in life
Lonely in downtown and drinking in loneliness
Presumably, the pub owner has a deep understanding of life or has been raped by fate many times. Both should be biased towards the latter. Otherwise, the shopkeeper and the small pub will not be moved by mountains and hundreds of soldiers at the moment, and I don’t know where to hide in the corner, sighing that my life has been bumpy, leaving a man in a wide black robe and a blue shirt with ink to drink alone.
pour wine for oneself to drink
There is something special about holding a wine bowl because he is not a bowl, not grasping a bowl, not holding a bowl. He holds a wine bowl with three fingers, which is elegant and rude.
In the mouth of wine
The man lifted his head and looked at the entrance of the withered wind building across the street …
This just finally see clearly.
It was a thin face, stubble on cheeks and jaws, like newborn hay, and gray and white eyes were as turbid as yellow sand flying in the sky, making people unable to see the look of their eyes clearly.
He doesn’t have white hair or black hair. His hair is gray, as dim as his eyes. So the hairpin is holding his cheeks and there are even a few hairs beside his temples.
At first glance, it feels like wind, frost, snow, rain and unrestrained
This is a man with a story.
This person’s name is mu Liang
Looking at Anhoudou at dusk.
An Hongdou broke into the dry wind building.
She didn’t go upstairs, and she didn’t have a room to look for her one by one. The Yuan God’s out-of-body experience is like the height of the whole withered wind building on the top of the second dharma body, and then she bowed her head and looked down at each floor.
This move is quite noisy.
There seems to be a strange wind rising from the ground in the castle. It rises from nowhere and forms a layer of blue wind wall around the goddess An Hongdou, which is visible to the naked eye. The tables and chairs in the building turn over to the doors and windows.
Then there is a sharp sword light, and if it is not true, it will directly meet the head of the Anhoudou Yuanshen method, and the speed will be high, and the angle will be sharp and the roots will not dodge.
But Ahn Hongdou escaped half a sword after all.
Get half a sword
The Yuan God’s method flashes regularly from slow to fast, and then finally the method maintains its virtual appearance and shape, and suddenly a Yuan God disappears into the body of An Hongdou again.
Hematemesis in red
There is a way that the old figure with one arm bent back jumps from the height of the pavilion and the sword in his hand is pointing at the red dress.
It’s falling off
It was only when I left that I discovered that the flood had rushed to the Longwang Temple, and the visitor turned out to be an Hongdou.
He asked in surprise, "Why are you?"
It was those grave keepers who claimed that the sun never sets in the northern part of the country, but they went back. That’s why they decided to make a sword. He didn’t think that he could resist those grave keepers with his own kendo practice. He simply didn’t want to go or go. If he faced the dilemma in Shilin not long ago, he would choose to be desperate.
Just now, that sword was a desperate sword, so Ann Red Bean couldn’t hide.
Also, because the fallen soldiers and demons fought against the grave keeper, many injuries were caused. Otherwise, half a sword and red beans would lose half their lives.
An Hongdou wiped her lips and her face was bloody. She still looked cold and determined. Instead of answering, she asked, "Where is Luo Changfeng?"
Her eyes looked at the pavilion, where the room had just appeared. She looked at it for more than a dozen breaths, but after all, she failed to see the figure in the expectation.
I don’t know where to start.
It’s true that there are too many things happening before and after the meeting, and the prediction variables are too large. Even up to now, he has accepted the established facts with his own eyes.
First, the heroes of heaven cut Sendai and confronted each other.