The long sword stabbed the sky!

Jian Tian couldn't believe his eyes!

He was amazed!

This is Jinghong's kendo, this will not be wrong.

Because suddenly such a sudden change of reality, it is no longer a occurrence.

But without any time, Jinghong could hurt him.

But this time, he stabbed him with extremely transparentness and cold heart!

This shocking sword!

This sword is not killed!

Because this is not the true body of Jian Tian, ​​and the second time is the same as that of the same level.

Third, Jinghong itself is the end of the crossbow. This sword is more like Luo Chen's advice, or control.

He himself couldn't do it, and he couldn't meet Luo Chen's request, or his power was leaked in the end.

However, this sword is indeed amazing enough.

At least the sky was destroyed along the way, let alone hurt, there is no opponent.

But now, this sword!

But let Jiantian be stabbed.

Jian Tian didn't move, because Jinghong really couldn't do it, the whole person was struggling to stand.

A sword just took time to all his strengths.

Jinghong finally raised his head slowly and looked at the crowd.

No one knows who he is watching.

But he knew that he looked at the man who didn't seem to be very eye -catching in the crowd.

Because the man taught him how to use this sword.

He must die.

There is no doubt about this.

He smiled at the crowd, with a little gratitude, with a little gratitude!

Then he turned around!

The body of the north trembled.

Open your mouth.

"shock"

Jinghong didn't look back, leaving only a back to everyone.

He raised his hand and waved his hand.

Only the back, he stopped the words of the North, interrupted the North Lord.

Let the words behind the North swallow back.

Then he walked freely to endlessly!

"I'm gone!" Jinghong's voice was not loud.

Then he stepped forward to endlessly.

Standing in front of the abyss, he stare at the abyss!

Then he raised his steps!

A pouring shallot, the whole person facing down, piercing it directly into the endlessness!

At this moment, the long sword was broken, and it turned into a little bit of light, and it scattered.

Except for the chest that was penetrated, blood flowed, as if Jinghong had never been to this world.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

April 29th!

Endless, Jinghong died!

Sentences are rampant and terrifying long howls like black clouds, and they have been pressed on everyone's minds.

The North Lord still didn't speak.

Still just standing there quietly, he seemed numb.

Then he turned around, and he could see that the whole person in the north was compared with the last time, and his back was more camel, and his waist was bent.

At this moment, he seems to be an old man bent his waist, and he seems to be a crutch!

And at this time, Jian Tian endured the pain and raised his hand.

Boom!

He caught the sword stone across the air!

Then he set up a knife, and he used a knife to cut the knife stones!

This is the embodiment of power, and also his provocation!

Soon, a crutch was cut by him.

Then he shot his fingers, and the crutches were scopeless!

laugh!

The crutch shot in front of the North Lord.

The crutches are inserted in front of the North Lord, and the whole person in the north has just moved forward.

But at this moment, I hit the crutches ahead.

This made the North Lord unstable. He was stumbled under his feet, and then fell to the ground.

This scene remained silent.

This is a play!

The North Lord got up hard.

"Give you!"

This is humiliation!

Because Jian Tian had just killed the good brother of the North Lord.

This grinding stone is a relic.

However, Jian Tian gave the Lord by the relic, and even let the North Lord fall.

This is obvious, that is, to make the Lord embarrassed.

Any bloody person can't stand this stimulus and humiliation.

But Bei Lord stood up tremblingly, then held the cane, and finally turned his head, raised his head, looked up at Jian Tian.

"Thank you."

"Hahahaha!" San Tian's mad laugh sounded again.

The thunderous rain fell, and the rain was hit on the north.

The northern master was holding a cane and walked out step by step.

There is only one back!

And the entire Beidahan is in a quiet and quiet.

The rain is very heavy!

It seems like a line of lines.

The northern master was all drenched into a soup chicken.

He returned to the yard. He had sludge and dirty things.

Even the heavy rain did not rush off the sludge on him.

It was not that the rain was not big enough, but when he just passed the alley and the street, too many people threw the sludge towards him.

One pile.

Some smashed on his face, some hit his head, and some smashed on his eyes.

The North Lord did not wipe it, but just let the rain rinse.

Let those sludge splash on yourself.
To be continued...