Chapter 686
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After the founding of the Xia Dynasty, Lin Lang, a Grand Marshal of tens of thousands of troops and horses in yulongguan, western Xinjiang, was the most powerful one among the middle-aged generation after the founding of the country.
Lin Lang, the immovable king of Ming Dynasty, was born to fight. Every kind of magic power of the Lin family was born for a sudden attack. Every flame with Mars is a part of his body and can come directly.
Magic power. Melt fire!
The most powerful supernatural power of the royal family of the former dynasty of Ying's family is not only that they can give back to others, but also that they have almost unlimited growth. As long as they have been copied by them, they can be directly used for their own use. Therefore, the great national master who slowly comes out of the flames at this time is a treasure house of magical powers.
As for the young swordsman standing on the lake and panting for breath, she is completely covered by the vast power of the figure slowly walking out of the fire. She is like an ancient giant leaning on the sky and stepping down on her head. However, the impact of all this is not as big as the soft words ringing in the ear.
"According to the order of Fuyao emperor, cut muronghe before he became a saint."
Jiansheng murmured and repeated. Then, in his pale silver eyes, it seemed that a young man's face appeared. His eyebrows were always wrinkled, and his ebony pupil was like a deep sea containing all things. However, the deepest impression of the girl was the seriousness of the youth, which was different from other people.
Then, the swordsman raised the sword in his hand, pointed straight to the front, looked at the figure with gray hair flying in front of him, continued to speak softly, and said three words one by one:
"I don't believe it!"
"Little girl, people can change, especially their position. Most of the time, they can't help themselves. You should understand this truth."
At the same time, the vague face of the great national master gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of Wenbo, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city.
Although the fire disappeared, the lake was covered with darkness again, but Jiansheng's pupils shrank again. She knew the appearance of the visitor. She had seen one side of it in the bitter tea garden.
Shanwenbai's deep and hoarse voice fell down. He gently raised his right hand and faced the girl who was pressing her lips tightly in front of her, and her voice continued to be faint:
"it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. People in the world will believe it. Moreover, Murong and incarnated Qinglian want to impact on the saint's realm. At this time, it has reached the final point, and once it comes out ahead of time All previous efforts will fail, and the chance to become a saint will be reduced by 90%.
"This is a situation of life and death. At that time, it will be completely changed into ten deaths without life. So if I kill all of you at this time, do you think he will save them?"
Shanwenbai, like a sharp sword, stabbed his heart hard. After the words fell down, taking his body as the center, countless drops of water floated upward in the whole surface of the sword burial lake. At the same time, he forced all the blue sword Qi that was enveloped in all directions outward.
Then the water drops gradually turned into a ferocious and terrible ice dragon, hovering around and roaring in all directions.
"Sword Pavilion disciple, sword soul, Lin!"
The roar of Jiansheng, who was still cold and calm, resounded through the whole Jian Lake. Like girls, tens of thousands of Jiange disciples were still fighting, fearless of death. Regardless of their pale face, they stretched out their hands and pointed forward. One sword after another of daohun's swords came out again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streamers of light.
"I have heard a saying that is quite reasonable. Some people have said that the most unbearable thing in the world is the people's heart. I also want to know whether it is important to be a disciple of a sect or to become a saint."
After that, Shan Wenbai's head was lifted slightly, looking at the shining sword rain in the sky. With a flick of his left hand, the ice dragon around his body suddenly dashed towards the sky. In an instant, the extreme low temperature sealed the void of the whole burial sword Lake. The sword of daohun was like a strong iceberg, completely isolated, or even collapsed Back and forth, inch inch fragmentation.
At the same time, shanwenbai slowly raised his right hand and gently grasped it. A round of blue and white full moon appeared on the lake at the foot of the girl Jiansheng. The long blue light radiated upward from the lake, shining on the girl's face, as if to freeze it.
"Looking for the moon!"
The cold and merciless words from the mouth of shanwenbai, the whole lake immediately began to boil violently. At the same time, in the void, a huge hand covering the sky slowly reached under the lake from top to bottom, gently fishing for the full moon.
Inside the giant palm of heaven and earth, all the space in all directions is tightly clenched and squeezed inward. The skeleton of the whole body of the girl Jiansheng is crackling. At the same time, on her white face, the meaning of purplish red is constantly rising, and there are a series of dazzling blood flowing out.
Then Shan Wenbai gently turned around and looked at the huge green lotus still looming in the center of the lake. He seemed to see the figure sitting in the green lotus. He opened his mouth, and the rolling voice rang through the void:
"muronghe, I know you can hear. Now your disciple is dying. Do you want to save or not?"The hoarse voice in the sky above the tomb sword Lake is like a heavy hammer hammering at the hearts of tens of thousands of sword Pavilion disciples. Each blow makes his mind shake and his eyes crack.
Although it was late at night, the main hall of the first floor was still bright. A supervisor went back and forth in the hall to perform his duties, and then a voice of inquiry sounded in the hall:
"Lord JianZheng, there is a fierce confrontation between the upper and the semi saints in the sword Pavilion of Wanjianshan mountain. Does the pagoda need to lower the heavenly punishment to intervene?"
In the center of the hall, the girl sitting on the wheelchair asked Xia, and her red lips opened slightly, and a soft voice came out:
"can you get the exact picture of wanjian mountain top?"
"Wanjian mountain is so sharp that you can't accurately get the scene at this time unless you get your Majesty's national luck bonus."
After the response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded her eyebrows, and the command continued to ring through the whole hall:
"gather the mountains and sea charts to punish the little heaven, and wait for the instructions from the White Emperor's palace. Your majesty should have known such a move."
At the same time, at the top of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, he used his magic power to catch the moon. He stepped forward and stepped forward to Jiansheng. Then he put his head to Jiansheng's ear and said, "you should know that the stone tower in the capital city can't be unaware of such a big movement on the top of wanjian mountain, but nothing has happened until now, Therefore, your Majesty's intention to kill Murong is not to be doubted! "
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After the founding of the Xia Dynasty, Lin Lang, a Grand Marshal of tens of thousands of troops and horses in yulongguan, western Xinjiang, was the most powerful one among the middle-aged generation after the founding of the country.
Lin Lang, the immovable king of Ming Dynasty, was born to fight. Every kind of magic power of the Lin family was born for a sudden attack. Every flame with Mars is a part of his body and can come directly.
Magic power. Melt fire!
The most powerful supernatural power of the royal family of the former dynasty of Ying's family is not only that they can give back to others, but also that they have almost unlimited growth. As long as they have been copied by them, they can be directly used for their own use. Therefore, the great national master who slowly comes out of the flames at this time is a treasure house of magical powers.
As for the young swordsman standing on the lake and panting for breath, she is completely covered by the vast power of the figure slowly walking out of the fire. She is like an ancient giant leaning on the sky and stepping down on her head. However, the impact of all this is not as big as the soft words ringing in the ear.
"According to the order of Fuyao emperor, cut muronghe before he became a saint."
Jiansheng murmured and repeated. Then, in his pale silver eyes, it seemed that a young man's face appeared. His eyebrows were always wrinkled, and his ebony pupil was like a deep sea containing all things. However, the deepest impression of the girl was the seriousness of the youth, which was different from other people.
Then, the swordsman raised the sword in his hand, pointed straight to the front, looked at the figure with gray hair flying in front of him, continued to speak softly, and said three words one by one:
"I don't believe it!"
"Little girl, people can change, especially their position. Most of the time, they can't help themselves. You should understand this truth."
At the same time, the vague face of the great national master gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of Wenbo, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city.
Although the fire disappeared, the lake was covered with darkness again, but Jiansheng's pupils shrank again. She knew the appearance of the visitor. She had seen one side of it in the bitter tea garden.
Shanwenbai's deep and hoarse voice fell down. He gently raised his right hand and faced the girl who was pressing her lips tightly in front of her, and her voice continued to be faint:
"it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. People in the world will believe it. Moreover, Murong and incarnated Qinglian want to impact on the saint's realm. At this time, it has reached the final point, and once it comes out ahead of time All previous efforts will fail, and the chance to become a saint will be reduced by 90%.
"This is a situation of life and death. At that time, it will be completely changed into ten deaths without life. So if I kill all of you at this time, do you think he will save them?"
Shanwenbai, like a sharp sword, stabbed his heart hard. After the words fell down, taking his body as the center, countless drops of water floated upward in the whole surface of the sword burial lake. At the same time, he forced all the blue sword Qi that was enveloped in all directions outward.
Then the water drops gradually turned into a ferocious and terrible ice dragon, hovering around and roaring in all directions.
"Sword Pavilion disciple, sword soul, Lin!"
The roar of Jiansheng, who was still cold and calm, resounded through the whole Jian Lake. Like girls, tens of thousands of Jiange disciples were still fighting, fearless of death. Regardless of their pale face, they stretched out their hands and pointed forward. One sword after another of daohun's swords came out again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streamers of light.
"I have heard a saying that is quite reasonable. Some people have said that the most unbearable thing in the world is the people's heart. I also want to know whether it is important to be a disciple of a sect or to become a saint."
After that, Shan Wenbai's head was lifted slightly, looking at the shining sword rain in the sky. With a flick of his left hand, the ice dragon around his body suddenly dashed towards the sky. In an instant, the extreme low temperature sealed the void of the whole burial sword Lake. The sword of daohun was like a strong iceberg, completely isolated, or even collapsed Back and forth, inch inch fragmentation.
At the same time, shanwenbai slowly raised his right hand and gently grasped it. A round of blue and white full moon appeared on the lake at the foot of the girl Jiansheng. The long blue light radiated upward from the lake, shining on the girl's face, as if to freeze it.
"Looking for the moon!"
The cold and merciless words from the mouth of shanwenbai, the whole lake immediately began to boil violently. At the same time, in the void, a huge hand covering the sky slowly reached under the lake from top to bottom, gently fishing for the full moon.
Inside the giant palm of heaven and earth, all the space in all directions is tightly clenched and squeezed inward. The skeleton of the whole body of the girl Jiansheng is crackling. At the same time, on her white face, the meaning of purplish red is constantly rising, and there are a series of dazzling blood flowing out.
Then Shan Wenbai gently turned around and looked at the huge green lotus still looming in the center of the lake. He seemed to see the figure sitting in the green lotus. He opened his mouth, and the rolling voice rang through the void:
"muronghe, I know you can hear. Now your disciple is dying. Do you want to save or not?"The hoarse voice in the sky above the tomb sword Lake is like a heavy hammer hammering at the hearts of tens of thousands of sword Pavilion disciples. Each blow makes his mind shake and his eyes crack.
Although it was late at night, the main hall of the first floor was still bright. A supervisor went back and forth in the hall to perform his duties, and then a voice of inquiry sounded in the hall:
"Lord JianZheng, there is a fierce confrontation between the upper and the semi saints in the sword Pavilion of Wanjianshan mountain. Does the pagoda need to lower the heavenly punishment to intervene?"
In the center of the hall, the girl sitting on the wheelchair asked Xia, and her red lips opened slightly, and a soft voice came out:
"can you get the exact picture of wanjian mountain top?"
"Wanjian mountain is so sharp that you can't accurately get the scene at this time unless you get your Majesty's national luck bonus."
After the response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded her eyebrows, and the command continued to ring through the whole hall:
"gather the mountains and sea charts to punish the little heaven, and wait for the instructions from the White Emperor's palace. Your majesty should have known such a move."
At the same time, at the top of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, he used his magic power to catch the moon. He stepped forward and stepped forward to Jiansheng. Then he put his head to Jiansheng's ear and said, "you should know that the stone tower in the capital city can't be unaware of such a big movement on the top of wanjian mountain, but nothing has happened until now, Therefore, your Majesty's intention to kill Murong is not to be doubted! "
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After the founding of the Xia Dynasty, Lin Lang, a Grand Marshal of tens of thousands of troops and horses in yulongguan, western Xinjiang, was the most powerful one among the middle-aged generation after the founding of the country. Lin Lang, the immovable king of Ming Dynasty, was born to fight. Every kind of magic power of the Lin family was born for a sudden attack. Every flame with Mars is a part of his body and can come directly. Magic power. Melt fire! The most powerful supernatural power of the royal family of the former dynasty of Ying's family is not only that they can give back to others, but also that they have almost unlimited growth. As long as they have been copied by them, they can be directly used for their own use. Therefore, the great national master who slowly comes out of the flames at this time is a treasure house of magical powers. As for the young swordsman standing on the lake and panting for breath, she is completely covered by the vast power of the figure slowly walking out of the fire. She is like an ancient giant leaning on the sky and stepping down on her head. However, the impact of all this is not as big as the soft words ringing in the ear. "According to the order of Fuyao emperor, cut muronghe before he became a saint." Jiansheng murmured and repeated. Then, in his pale silver eyes, it seemed that a young man's face appeared. His eyebrows were always wrinkled, and his ebony pupil was like a deep sea containing all things. However, the deepest impression of the girl was the seriousness of the youth, which was different from other people. Then, the swordsman raised the sword in his hand, pointed straight to the front, looked at the figure with gray hair flying in front of him, continued to speak softly, and said three words one by one: "I don't believe it!" "Little girl, people can change, especially their position. Most of the time, they can't help themselves. You should understand this truth." At the same time, the vague face of the great national master gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of Wenbo, Shaoyin mountain in the capital city. Although the fire disappeared, the lake was covered with darkness again, but Jiansheng's pupils shrank again. She knew the appearance of the visitor. She had seen one side of it in the bitter tea garden. Shanwenbai's deep and hoarse voice fell down. He gently raised his right hand and faced the girl who was pressing her lips tightly in front of her, and her voice continued to be faint: "it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. People in the world will believe it. Moreover, Murong and incarnated Qinglian want to impact on the saint's realm. At this time, it has reached the final point, and once it comes out ahead of time All previous efforts will fail, and the chance to become a saint will be reduced by 90%. "This is a situation of life and death. At that time, it will be completely changed into ten deaths without life. So if I kill all of you at this time, do you think he will save them?" Shanwenbai, like a sharp sword, stabbed his heart hard. After the words fell down, taking his body as the center, countless drops of water floated upward in the whole surface of the sword burial lake. At the same time, he forced all the blue sword Qi that was enveloped in all directions outward. Then the water drops gradually turned into a ferocious and terrible ice dragon, hovering around and roaring in all directions. "Sword Pavilion disciple, sword soul, Lin!" The roar of Jiansheng, who was still cold and calm, resounded through the whole Jian Lake. Like girls, tens of thousands of Jiange disciples were still fighting, fearless of death. Regardless of their pale face, they stretched out their hands and pointed forward. One sword after another of daohun's swords came out again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streamers of light. "I have heard a saying that is quite reasonable. Some people have said that the most unbearable thing in the world is the people's heart. I also want to know whether it is important to be a disciple of a sect or to become a saint." After that, Shan Wenbai's head was lifted slightly, looking at the shining sword rain in the sky. With a flick of his left hand, the ice dragon around his body suddenly dashed towards the sky. In an instant, the extreme low temperature sealed the void of the whole burial sword Lake. The sword of daohun was like a strong iceberg, completely isolated, or even collapsed Back and forth, inch inch fragmentation. At the same time, shanwenbai slowly raised his right hand and gently grasped it. A round of blue and white full moon appeared on the lake at the foot of the girl Jiansheng. The long blue light radiated upward from the lake, shining on the girl's face, as if to freeze it. "Looking for the moon!" The cold and merciless words from the mouth of shanwenbai, the whole lake immediately began to boil violently. At the same time, in the void, a huge hand covering the sky slowly reached under the lake from top to bottom, gently fishing for the full moon. Inside the giant palm of heaven and earth, all the space in all directions is tightly clenched and squeezed inward. The skeleton of the whole body of the girl Jiansheng is crackling. At the same time, on her white face, the meaning of purplish red is constantly rising, and there are a series of dazzling blood flowing out. Then Shan Wenbai gently turned around and looked at the huge green lotus still looming in the center of the lake. He seemed to see the figure sitting in the green lotus. He opened his mouth, and the rolling voice rang through the void: "muronghe, I know you can hear. Now your disciple is dying. Do you want to save or not?"The hoarse voice in the sky above the tomb sword Lake is like a heavy hammer hammering at the hearts of tens of thousands of sword Pavilion disciples. Each blow makes his mind shake and his eyes crack. Although it was late at night, the main hall of the first floor was still bright. A supervisor went back and forth in the hall to perform his duties, and then a voice of inquiry sounded in the hall: "Lord JianZheng, there is a fierce confrontation between the upper and the semi saints in the sword Pavilion of Wanjianshan mountain. Does the pagoda need to lower the heavenly punishment to intervene?" In the center of the hall, the girl sitting on the wheelchair asked Xia, and her red lips opened slightly, and a soft voice came out: "can you get the exact picture of wanjian mountain top?" "Wanjian mountain is so sharp that you can't accurately get the scene at this time unless you get your Majesty's national luck bonus." After the response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded her eyebrows, and the command continued to ring through the whole hall: "gather the mountains and sea charts to punish the little heaven, and wait for the instructions from the White Emperor's palace. Your majesty should have known such a move." At the same time, at the top of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, he used his magic power to catch the moon. He stepped forward and stepped forward to Jiansheng. Then he put his head to Jiansheng's ear and said, "you should know that the stone tower in the capital city can't be unaware of such a big movement on the top of wanjian mountain, but nothing has happened until now, Therefore, your Majesty's intention to kill Murong is not to be doubted! " www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
