Too Early

Hey!

The moon-speaking people screamed at the head: "The predecessors were forgiving! I don’t know that everyone is bullying Ling Yumen. It’s all he did. It’s all the animals here! Yue Ge will expel this animal from the sect and let you dispose of it!"

Not only are the moon-by-month people afraid, but the entire disciples of Zhaoyue Pavilion are afraid, and all of them are smashed!

The Anzhidao man was gray-faced and his body was cold. He slowly shook his head: "Predecessors... please..."

When people are most desperate, they always pray for things that will not happen at all.

Haishu looked at the Anzhi Dao of the beggar, and there was a scene in which Ling Xiaomen’s disciple Jiang Yue was nailed to him on the mountain wall. It appeared that Yang Lin was in front of him and was cut off by his sword. I opened my eyes and the whole scene of the death of the entire Lingxiaomen disciple...

The anger that has been buried for more than a year is completely erupted at this moment. His black hair is black and sly, his expression is cold, his killing is full of heaven, his mind is moving, and the eight spirits are like a tornado. He will be violently rolled up by his high-ranking Anzhidao. Get it, throw it into the sky!

"what!"

Aura cuts the exposed skin of An Zhidao as a blade, and soon he becomes a blood man!

Haishu looked at the Anzhidao who was about to fall from the sky. The **** were close together and pointed to his body!

brush!

A sword flew in front of the first porcelain bottle, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and suddenly did not enter the left shoulder of the Anzhidao, nailed him on the rock above the ground height of ten feet!

The severe pain caused some sullen Anzhi people to make a fierce scream!

brush!

The second sword flew from the front of the second porcelain bottle and fell into the right shoulder of the Anzhidao!

Brushing brush...

The third sword, the fourth sword... the tenth sword... the fiftyth sword...

Haitang placed 117 porcelain vases on the border of Zhaoyue Pavilion, and placed 117 swords in front of the porcelain bottle.

These swords are not even flying swords, but they are the most common iron swords in the world, but they are the most precious weapons of the disciples.

Now, this one hundred and seventeen swords, like a sword rain, are all nailed to the Anzhidao people and nailed him into a hedgehog!

The dense sword is nailed to a person and looks very scary!

What is even more frightening is that the blood is falling like a heavy rain, but that person has not died, because every sword has avoided the key.

Anzhidao was nailed to the rock. He could clearly feel the blood flowing out of the body, and he could feel the strength to dissipate a little. The shadow of death gradually wrapped him...

The most afflicting is this.

"Remember? On that day, you nailed him to the rock and watched him die." The sound of the sea otter condensed into a line, slowly into the ear of An Zhidao.

An Zhidao’s eyes moved, his body twitched, and the coldness was all over the body. He knew that he was going to die, and he would soon die...

Zhaoyue Pavilion disciples saw this scene, and the blood on his face faded: "The devil, the murderer..."

Haiyan’s gaze was collected from the Anzhidao people. He turned slightly and looked at the people in the Zhaoyue Pavilion who had been scared by him. Soon, several people were locked.

The dozen or so disciples, all of whom went to Lingxiaomen with the Anzhi people on the same day.

Those people are damned.

When the wrist moves, Ling Xiaojian's sword body is covered with a cold light. The sword light passes through the void like a white, with a piercing sound, and the brush falls to the Zhaoyue Pavilion disciple!

"what!"

"Help!"

The Zhaoyue Pavilion, which was scared by Jianguang, was screaming, and a **** color opened. The heads of the four people rolled to the ground!

Zhao Lu looked at the Zhaoyue Pavilion disciple who had just died. He instantly understood the thoughts of Haishu, and the cold thoughts slammed into his heart. He looked back in vain.

The afterglow of Haiyan’s eyes saw Zhao Lu. He gently raised the sword in his hand. The sword front pointed directly to Zhao Lu. The sword gas gathered into an amazing long dragon and roared away!

bump!

The red-red light suddenly appeared, turning into a round moon hitting the sea breezes, the collision of two spiritual methods, instantly igniting a large shock wave, a violent wind, a rocky sky!

"Young people, don't do too much in everything."

Slightly old voices suddenly came from all directions, such as the momentum of the mountains and the moments shrouded the sea otters.

"Old ancestors!"

"It is the ancestor!"

The panicked Zhaoyue Pavilion people seemed to find the backbone of the heart all at once. Some people even cried and cried.

According to the real person of the month, the strong man in the half-step path, retreats all the year round, ignores the common things, but today's situation is already in jeopardy, and he has forced him out of this elder.

"The ancestors saved us!" The moon-walking Taoist man said to a mountain peak and said in a hurry.

The sea otter looks as usual, the pressure on him is like a veil, and there is no half threat. His fingertips smashed the sword's blade, and the cold sword reflected a pair of indifferent eyes.

"You have grievances in your heart, kill one person, two people, I can tolerate it. After all, I have been in contact with Lingxiaomen for hundreds of years, and I can't turn my face because of a few misbehaving disciples."

The voice was thick and low, and it seemed to be spoken in the human ear, word by word, clearly expressed.

The sea otter lifted slightly and looked at a mountain with a strong aura in the southeast. There was a strong sarcasm in the eyebrows.

"I don't think it's easy for you to practice. It's also a part of my past friendships. I will forgive you this month. You will go..."

brush!

According to the month, the real person has not spoken yet. A sword that is more amazing than lightning is now appearing. With an unstoppable power, it falls on Zhao Lu, who is pale in his face!

puff!

That sword is too strong, and immediately cut Zhao Lu into a blood fog!

This sword will be shocked again by the people of the Moon Pavilion. The original disciple with a smile on his face has re-entered the abyss of terror!

Haitang was slightly headed, and his mouth twitched with a faint curvature: "I changed my mind, you all have to die."

The month-by-month Taoist eyes suddenly widened, and the fingers shook involuntarily. The disciples under the door were even more uneasy and could not help but retreat.

The sea otter swept through the people who shivered in the moonlight, and his eyes were cold and killing.

A group of hypocritical villains who are greedy and ruthless, have been able to say "a hundred years of love" in such a disgusting manner after bullying Lingqimen nearly a hundred years ago. Such people are not pity.

After Jiang Yue and Yang Lin’s death, Ling Xiaomen’s teachings of the Taoist people are willing to use the lives of hundreds of disciples and their own disciples in exchange for the unsealing of their own kind, which is enough to show that they have been bullied and have no way out.

The ash is dead, the hope of the martial art is gone, and the living is just being bullied by the moon pavilion. It is better to gamble and gamble. With all their gambles, you can succeed.

A year ago, the fairy species was unsealed, and the scene that Haishu opened his eyes for a moment will become the deepest imprint in his life. He will never forget the shock and sadness that comes from all sides.

And the chief culprit of all this, according to the Moon Court, must be destroyed.

brush!

Jianguang, such as frost, usually emerges from the sea otter's hand. His black hair is black and sly, his face is clear and cold, his sword is in his hands, and the heavens and the earth are insane and rushing into his body. !

Zhao Shige’s dozens of disciples were swept by Jianqi, and their bodies were separated. They died suddenly. The blood of the bright red dyed the land where they were standing. The towering ancient trees on both sides of the road were pulled up, the stones were cracked, and the sand was flying. .

"Little beast, you dare!"

A sigh of anger came, and the pressure like the sea stretched down, and the sky and sand were all pressed down.

"Old ancestors, you always figured it out!" The moon-walking man looked at a figure that appeared in front of him, just like the drowning man caught the floating board, and the pale face turned red.

According to the moon, the white robe of the moon, the black and white hair is meticulously behind the head, his eyebrows are sparse, his eyes are like an eagle, his nose is thin and his lips are sharp, his face is sharp and killing. It looks like a monk, like The mortal minister.

Zhao Yuege’s disciples saw their ancestors appear and ran to him.

At the moment when the real person appeared in the moon, a dazzling Huaguang shot from his palm!

"Look at the moon mirror!"

The month-by-month Taoist eyes are condensed, and my heart is raised slightly.

This photo of the moon is a magical treasure in the month of the month. Later, it was spent on the real life of the moon. If it is not at the end of life and death, it will never be easily taken out. The sunlight reflected by the mirror is like a nine-day flame. The monk burned into ashes!

The mouth of Haitang’s mouth was a touch of coldness. He held the sword in his right hand and held it up high. The aura rose like a long river. The purple lightning fell from the thick black clouds and traversed the heavens and the earth!

brush!

Haishu is under a sword!

In an instant, the emptiness of the sky, the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, the sharpness of the sword and the sharpness of the sky, the horrible edge of the whistling to fill the space!

Oh!

The glory of the swordsmanship is more dazzling than the scorching sun in the sky. The sharp swords will tear the light from the moonlight into pieces, and the sword will not diminish, such as the dragon prancing, whistling away!

puff!

According to the moon, the soul is first broken, and the real thing changes greatly. The moment when the magic of the life is broken, his blood rushes, a blood quits, and then the cold rises from the back!

brush!

The swift Jianguang rushed to the face, and the pressure of the surging sea waves made him only have time to look up, and the whole person was divided into two by the sharp swordsman.

According to the fact that the real person died in the blink of an eye, the entire Zhaoyue Pavilion did not expect that his ancestor would be defeated, and his face was shocked and fearful!

"what!"

In a sharp scream, they are like flies without heads, fleeing!

The long black hair of the sea otter floated in the wind, and the cold eyebrows were full of killing intentions. He looked at the group of dissident Zhaoyuege disciples, his eyes cold and sarcasm.

A year ago, this group of people made a fortune in Lingxiaomen. The gesture was arrogant and arrogant. Have you ever thought that today will be like a pig and a rat for help? !

Hey!

Haishu's figure is moving ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It’s a moment to come to the moon-walking people who are going to run out!

The powerful pressure spread out, and the moon-walking people were caught off guard. They were beaten and flew out. They were picked up on a huge stone. The huge stone broke into a powder, and he was able to stabilize his body shape and said in a hurry: Seniors are forgiving!"

Haitang’s footsteps were empty, step by step to the moon-walking Taoist, and his body, the pressure was scattered, and the whole Zhaoyue Pavilion was covered, and no one could run out.

The moon-walking Taoist feels the sea scorpion full of unstoppable killings, and bites his teeth: "Do you really think that we can destroy our photo court? We still have many disciples traveling abroad, once..."

"Then I will kill you first, then destroy them, come and kill one!"

The sea otter whispered, and the flying sword in his hand slammed into the air, and the emptiness trembled and set off the boundless waves!

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