When I saw it, Xie pity involuntarily reached out and wanted to touch it. He said, "What is this?"
Huacheng was slightly sideways, avoiding his hand, and took a palm on the handle. He said, "Nothing. Don't ignore it."
The Curse of the Curse of the Heavenly Immortals, the cursed blade of the curse, was beaten by his palm and shook even more. At this time, thank you and listen to the wind letter in the psychic array: "Why can Huacheng use a thousand miles in Xianjing?! How can this door be opened?!"
Teacher Qingxuan: "Nanyang General! I, I, I! I probably know how to open. Before I went to the official residence of Prince Edward, I ate the flower city. This is a lot of pain. You first take two dice and throw it at the door, then open the door. Give it a try."
Thank you for your pity, just before, is he inadvertently throwing two dice in the hall? He and the teacher Qing Xuan are still vivid in the dragons and savage in front of the dragon caves and savage savage, if they really open the door, I do not know how many crises, busy: "and live! Do not! be careful!"
However, his voice did not pass into the psychic array. I am afraid that in Xianjing, there is no time to replenish the mana. Now the mana is exhausted and can only be heard. It cannot be said. And even if it can be said, it is probably too late. The wind letter seems to be done according to what the teacher Qing Xuan said, but what did he know? Because of the next moment, Fengxin broke through in the psychic array and broke up. When he is excited, he will be embarrassed. If he is a person, he will be particularly uncomfortable. He will not repeat it for the sake of the net. The gods and officials can pay close attention to this matter, and they are busy asking: "General, what are you doing!"
The voice of the affection came, and it was extremely stunned: "Where is this?" It seems that he also entered the door with the wind letter. Shi Qingxuan: "You are careful! The places where the points are different are different. How many rolls did you roll?"
Admired: "He lost four!"
Thanks to the wind and the snoring, there was a trace of panic and fear that was extremely difficult to detect, and they were worried that they had encountered a very dangerous situation. His voice couldn't pass into the psychic array, but he remembered that the master of this spell was in front of him, and he couldn't wait for anything else. He asked: "Sanlang, what did the scorpion open after opening the door after four points?"
Huacheng Road: "Random. The person who rolls the dice feels the most terrifying place, and wherever the door is opened."
The voice just fell, only listening to the cold feelings: "Let you rush to throw, throw a female bath! Give me me!"
Hearing the "female bath", thanked him for covering his face.
Fengxin used to be respectful to women. It is like a flood of beasts. For him, the women's bathhouse is really the most horrible place in the world. It is more unfathomable than the Tiger Cave. It sounded like a successful encounter with the scorpion, and thanked him for a sigh of relief. However, for a moment, the two were screaming again. Shi Qingxuan collapsed into the tunnel: "Two generals, what are you seeing this time?"
There was no answer there, only a strange sound of "咕咚咕咚", as if both of them sank into the water. Everyone breathed and sighed, half a sigh, and the wind letter suddenly slammed a few mouthfuls, as if they had broken the water, spit something, and shouted: "Black Marsh Giant Crocodile!"
It turned out that the forefoot of the two men fell into the wild and fled the steaming female bathhouse, and the empathy lost this, and the hind foot stepped into the swamp. The mud had not passed the waist in an instant, and it drowned through the mouth. After the force rushed out, there were dozens of crocodile groups that were extremely long. These crocodile strips are more than four feet long, and they are eating people all the year round. They have all built their hands and legs, and they are smothered. The two people are disgusting. The crocodile blame, hit and fight, the wind letter can not stand the authentic: "I am coming, give me the scorpion! You are not lost!"
The feelings of love are never willing to admit defeat, blasting a white light, said: "The crocodile is good, the crocodile has a female bath injury, who knows you will throw another thing. Give it to me!"
Fengxin angered: "Fuck, I haven't given it to you just now?! Scorpion?!"
The two completely forgot that the gods are still connected with the psychic array. They all disliked the bad luck of the other side, and they began to fight with the ping-pong, and the scorpion did not know where to go. The priests listened to them in the psychic array, and they watched the lively confrontation. It was not too big to see the excitement. It was wonderful and wonderful. The two generals finally ripped their skins, and they laughed and endured madness, and some even In his own temple, he threw a throne, and he hated not to go to the scene to cheer and cheer.
Although the wind and the feelings of luck do not seem to be very good, but they are the respect of the Valkyrie, these wilderness will only add some trouble to them, so that they can not pursue, it is not a big crisis. Xie pity only hopes that they will give up earlier and get rid of it earlier. At the same time, they will be glad that they have lost a lot of points. They did not throw out the monsters. When they lost, they threw out the flower city and walked and said: "The scorpion I just thrown out. There are two points. Is it possible to see you as long as you cast two points?"
Just finished, I immediately realized that this question sounded a bit strange, it sounds like he really wants to see the flower city, the micro-feeling is not appropriate. Huacheng said: "No."
Xie pity felt a sigh of relief, rubbed his cheek and said: "Oh, it turned out not. Then I got it wrong."
Huacheng walked in front of him and said: "If you want to see me, you can see me no matter what time you throw it."
Hearing words, thank you for a move in the throat, and even forgot to say.
He didn't have time to chew it. It's a few meanings. I heard a person in the psychic array screaming: "I am coming!"
After the man said this sentence, not long after, a dazzling white light across the sky, an earth-shattering golden stone crack, the flower city and the pity of the two people were blocked.
When the white light gradually cooled down, and gradually faded away, Xie Li finally saw it. This came from the sky, and it was a sword in front of them.
The sword was slender and slender and inserted obliquely into the ground, and the blade was still trembled. The sword is like a black jade forged, deep and sleek, smooth and victorious. If someone is close, it can shine a clear reflection on the sword. Only the thin silver of the sword heart runs through most of the sword.
The name of the sword is called "heart".
A figure fell in front of the sword and said: "This is your sword."
After the death of Fang Xinguo, his sword was left by the Prince of Yongan. It's Lang Qianqiu who throws this heart sword and intercepts the two.
It seems that the wind and the love have failed, but Lang Qianqiu has successfully thrown the correct points. I really don't know if it is his luck, or the misfortune of thanking him. The only thing that can be said is that although these two are the same as Prince Edward, the luck of Lang Qianqiu has always been much better than thanking him.
Huacheng has a hand in hand, and the face does not change color. Only the figure is slightly moving. When he moved, Xie Pity immediately raised his hand to stop him, whispered: "I am coming."
In the middle of the valley, Lang Qianqiu was on the road, dragging his epee in his hand and said: "I just want to go all out and fight with you. No matter what the outcome, even if I kill you, I will never I need you to repay anything. I don't need you to ask the emperor for self-confidence. My swordsmanship is what you teach, you may not be able to win me, why not want to fight with me?"
I don't have to say it, but I also know that he will definitely go all out. However, if he goes all out, he will have to deal with it seriously. If you do this, no result will be what you want to see. But if he does not fight with him, he will never give up.
For a long time, thank you for your gentleness and said: "Okay."
He took a few steps, went to the sword, pulled it out of the rock, and whispered: "This is what you are looking for."
After a few hundred years, Fangxin finally returned to the master's hands.
It gave a low humming sound on the pity. Not far away, the dawn of Huacheng was also stunned by the swords that could not be heard.
The long sword is in the hand, thanking him for waving it, the tip of the sword leaning against the ground, cold and authentic: "This war, no matter what the consequences, you should not regret it."
Lang Qianqiu loudly said: "Never regret!"
His scalp seemed to be blasted out, holding the hilt of the epee in both hands, concentrating on his breath, holding his breath, and his eyes fixed on the black-skinned sword front, and did not dare to care.
Thank you for shaking the bar, hurrying forward. Lang Qianqiu's eyes condensed, and he would meet. Suddenly his limbs jerked stiffly, as if he was bound by something, he fell heavily on the ground.
He looked down and found that he was really bound by five flowers. I don't know when, a white white scorpion has wrapped countless rounds around its body like a poisonous snake!
Lang Qianqiu taught the swordsmanship from the Shaomeng Fangxin national division, and had a deep awe of the national teacher. Even if the golden banquet flowed into the river, the awe was not diminished. Single-mindedly staring at all the actions of the other party, did not notice, there is actually a day, and the ghosts have long lingered behind him, screaming at the moment he fully attacked. How can there be such a shameful thing? ? ?
Seeing that if the evil is successful, the expression and mood of the gratitude and tension are relaxed in an instant.
He suddenly lost his heart, and he took a long breath and said: "Good insurance, good insurance."
Lang Qianqiu is lying on the ground and struggles. Who knows that this is a bad thing, the more it struggles, the tighter it is. He angered: "National division, what are you doing! Let me go and let me fight!"
Thanks for the sweat on his forehead, saying: "We just decided to fight a dead war. Now it is one of my magic weapons that is wrapped around you. You have lost."
"..." Lang Qianqiu said, "How can this be counted? I said that it is necessary to decide a dead battle. Of course, it is necessary to use a sword to decide a dead battle! Is a man using a sword, what is the use of a white sneak attack? So mean!"
He really felt that the sword was the ancestor of the hundred soldiers, and did not think much, but it sounded like a male priest who discriminated against the white magic. But don't say thank you, don't be like a man, he has worn through the women's dress, and I don't want to open my mouth. Which one would care about this?
Thanks for praying down on his side, saying: "This is something you don't think about beforehand. You didn't say you must use a sword. Let me drill a hole. Who are you looking for?"
Suddenly, he said seriously: "Yes, I sneak attack, how about the sneak attack, I got it; yes, I am mean, mean, how I win. If your opponent is not me, but someone else, you are now already dead."
Huacheng stood not far from the two, smiled silently, and looked around with arms. Lang Qianqiu was shocked.
When this person was a teacher of Yong'an Guoguo, his teachings were always bright and upright, going forward and going all out. He couldn't think of it. One day, he would actually hear from the old teacher's mouth. Sneak attack, how about sneak attack, I got it; yes, I am mean, how mean, I won." This kind of words, the whole person can hear it one by one.
After thanking him, he stood up and said, "Let's think about it yourself. Next time, don't do this other people's way."