Xiao Wuji has always known Gu Qingyun's guilt.

However, this did not prevent him from treating Gu Qingyun as the closest person. In his childhood memory, his sternness, old-fashionedness and inexplicable temper all made him feel a sense of belonging.

Every disciple of Jianzhai has a sense of belonging. Jianzhai is their home and can protect it with all his might. Xiao Wuji is the one with the strongest obsession. For him, Gu Qingyun is like a master and a father.

Gu Qingyun taught him a lot, but he didn't teach him how to feel sad.

Xiao Wuji will not be sad.

The sword lights were flying, but they were only straight and without twists and turns, just like his heart, they were only moving forward and without detours.

clang!

The giant axe blocked the flying sword for the first time, and Pan Geng's eyes were bloodshot. This scene was practiced in his mind many times. After blasting the flying sword, the giant axe attacked with thunder and slashed towards Xiao Wuji's belly.

Pan Geng had already thought about it. He wanted to cut open Xiao Wuji's stomach, pull out his intestines and tie him up, so that he could watch his blood dry little by little.

The memories came to an abrupt end, but some mysterious thought remained in the body.

Xiao Wuji was forced to retreat. This was the first time he made an action other than sword control. But there was a faint smile on his face: "When an object expands to a certain level, a bottleneck will inevitably appear; but a person's thoughts can extend infinitely and go to an infinitely far place... There are heavens and earth, mountains and waters, rivers and rivers, people have ghosts, gods and demons..."

"Stop!" Pan Geng's body was expanding, his already tall body became more and more arrogant, and the purple and black turbid air was burning, making him look like a demon. With the turbid air protecting his body, he was no longer afraid of flying swords.

With the turbid air surging, his face was very distorted: "I want to capture you alive, tear you one by one and eat it, and make sure you scream for five days and five nights, not a single point less; I want you to listen to the sound of your bones being chewed, and then stuff the slags into your mouth until you can't put them down. Find a dog, start eating from your bones and slags, all the way to your face and your body..."

But Xiao Wuji seemed to have not heard it. His eyes were not focused, and he seemed to have gone to a very far place.

"But there is no me there," he said.

The voice is dull, giving people a feeling of sadness. It is a silent heart-wrenching feeling, as if all the pain and sadness are concentrated on this sentence, so it is very heavy.

After saying this, his eyes returned to focus, and his unruly black hair suddenly appeared with spots of whiteness, like snowflakes dancing in the air.

"The sea of ​​cultivation is endless, the sword shore is boundless, but it cannot withstand the spread of thoughts. The bigger the heart is, the bigger the world is; conversely, the world can also be infinitely small. The sword intention is slim, which is infinitely small. The sword intention is infinitely small, and it is naturally everywhere with the light and dust."

After talking, my black hair was completely white.

He smiled: "Did you hear it? There is wind on the other side."

...

laugh!

A muffled sound followed one after another. Wu Ding unwilling to push into the arm blade, but his body lost all his strength. He looked down at the sword finger that pierced his chest, and could not understand it.

The yellow mane was still entangled with Su Fu, but Su Fu used the sword finger as a sword as the moment the blade of his arm hit, attack instead of defense, resolving the crisis.

"Why do you think I am the Demon Emperor?" Su Fu looked at him lightly.

Although the yellow mane locked his spiritual orifice, it could not lock his body. His body was as powerful as the dragon clan. Wu Ding didn't know that it was like seeking death when he was close to him.

Wu Ding's heart was pierced, but his strength was lost, and he was not dead for a moment. Since he was not dead, the rebirth of blood rebirth could not be activated. He could only stare at Su Fu resentfully to vent his anger.

Su Fu thoughtfully: It turns out that he can deal with ghost generals like this.

Wu Ding was still dead, and a ray of inspiration fell from the Baoyu Demon Palace, and Wu Ding was blown to pieces.

After resurrection, Fengyin's voice came from the Demon Palace: "Enough, you go back."

Wu Ding was stunned, and then he knew that Fengyin was disappointed by her performance. She had lost her patience. She couldn't help but say rushingly: "Shishou Feng, please give me another chance..."

"No need!" Fengyin waved, "You guys come on!"

Wu Ding dared not disobey, so he gritted his teeth and retreated aside.

Fengyin only said "you", but did not say who it was. Hundreds of people in the palace rushed out and rushed towards Su Fu like dumplings.

Su Fu's face changed. Those people were the weakest, the real person of Changsheng, and this scene was really terrifying.

But he did not retreat. Whether he could break through the limit depends on whether he could withstand the pressure.

He has now completely calmed down, and in the Niwan Palace, the green energy has once again dominated his emotions; however, this is not enough, and it is far from enough.

He knew very well that these people must be masters before they could be "collectioned" by Fengyin.

The mind came to the door of the Shangxiao Palace in the void in my heart, and without any hesitation, he climbed onto the Purple Gold Royal Terrace.

In Fengyin's eyes, it was quite admirable to be able to face this terrifying Su Fu. In her heart, being able to hurt her is enough to attract her interest.

So, she was not angry after seeing the blood, but instead became curious about Su Fu. This is why she was not in a hurry to kill Su Fu.

At this time, she looked at him with great interest, wondering how he would deal with it.

Su Fu's head was slightly lowered, and he couldn't see his eyes. Suddenly, an evil arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a chuckle seemed to vaguely enter Fengyin's ears.

Like a flash of lightning, it hit the softness deep in Fengyin's heart, and she widened her beautiful eyes.

Hundreds of monks all inspired the inspiration, and Su Fu raised his head and his eyes completely changed.

In the dazzling light of inspiration, his figure walked through it like a ghost, and escaped the deadly crisis countless times; every time Manzhu Shahua waved, he would draw a perfect cold light, and all those in the middle would die.

Every movement of his movement was replayed in Fengyin's eyes like slow motion.

Every time he took a step forward, Fengyin's heart became hotter. She couldn't help but clamp her legs. Somehow, her heart jumped up with a "bang".

Hundreds of monks, including many master-level powerful people, are placed anywhere, a trembling force. It can be said that even a sect with great masters will be besieged until death by them.

But Su Fu forced himself to break out of it and came to the palace gate.

He looked at Fengyin from a distance and smiled softly: "So, you are not here."

Fengyin's pretty face was flushed and her beautiful eyes were blurred. She did not admit it or deny it: "It's still one step away, what would you do?"

In front of the hall, Liu An and Yi Tianxing walked towards Su Fu. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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