Southern Jin Jiange

Under the end of the dark and white two -color ancient pavilion, Haotian's glorious glory falls from the peak to the end of the end to form a beam shrouded on the cottage house, as if forming a small world.

Liu Bai looked at the iron fist in front of him and could not help but flashed all kinds of thoughts, and eventually turned into a national essence. He only felt that his eyes were painful, and the sword was dark, and his head could not help but be buzzing.

The confused eyes before Liu Bai seemed to be saying: "This is a moral sword?"

"Well."

Li Mingyou sighed, seemed to sigh Liu Bai's forbearance, and he seemed to be sighing that he was sighing that he couldn't see the sword sanctuary Liu Bai.

Although Liu Bai, who has not broken the mirror, can reach the sixth realm, but in his eyes, it is like that.

Isn't it a face to beat him?

"Swordsman, Ning Xiangzhong, unwilling to ask for songs, can be flexed and extended not suitable for you. Go away."

Li Ming's unconscious Liu Bai, then rode directly on the donkey and slowly left. For a while, the cottage house under the time of the day was left without falling to the ground.

After a while, a few figures hurried to the cottage, obviously the high -rise Jiange high -rise from the swords of the sword that broke out just now. Several people looked at Liu Bai, who couldn't afford to fall to the ground.

The breath of white still exists, and I took a breath.

The entire Jiange is now relying on Liu Bai to survive in major forces. It is difficult for them to imagine if Liu Bai had an accident, where should Jiange go?

A middle -aged man raised Liu Bai who fell to the ground, patted Liu Bai shoulders to try to wake him up

"Brother, uh ... you go out first!"

The middle -aged man looked at the two groups of Liu Bai's eyes. The eyebrow peak could not help but pump.

However, as early as he raised Liu Bai, the people of Jiange had already seen the two conspicuous boxing prints of Liu Bai's eyes. At the same time, the sadness and indignation were a little bit able to bear.

Quite uncomfortable.

As the middle -aged man ordered them to leave, everyone became a sword with both hands and fingers on the chest.

The middle -aged man listened to the discussion from the outside and couldn't help but sigh. He looked at Liu Bai's eyes and scaled.

, Wake up! "

After calling for a long time, Liu Baifang woke up, and opened those sword eyes in a confused manner. There seemed to be a little confused in the eyes. After seeing only the middle -aged man, it was a bit lost.

Liu Bai couldn't help rubbing the still painful eyes, he heard the middle -aged man withdraw his smile and replied respectfully: "When we came, I only told you to be here.

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After hearing that Liu Bai's rubbing eyes could not help but look at the cottage house, a pair of swords looked at the cottage. After a long time, he sighed. He just got up and saw the reflection in Bitan inadvertently.

The air was solidified for a while, and a cold and indifferent sword meaning suddenly broke out like the volcanic that had suppressed for many years, stirring the sky rolling in the sky.

The disciples of the outside world looked at the vision in the sky, and they stopped things in their hands. The figure flashed towards the Yaodong. The sword of the sky was recognized, that was the belief in their hearts, the belief of the Jiange.
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Liu Bai felt the arrival of the disciples of Jiange, and a sword of sword suddenly converged, turning his head and walking into the cottage

"To pass the order, I will retreat to enlighten the Kendo, no one."

The sound of anger in the indifference came out from the cottage. The middle -aged man nodded when he heard the words. After a gift, he flickered away from the Yaodong.

The smile in my heart is a little hurried.

For a while, it seemed to restore the calmness of the past again.

"Swords? Ning Xing is unyielding? Oh!"

A helpless sigh rang from the small world, Liu Bai looked complicatedly at Haotian Shenhui,

The swordsman would rather be unyielding. How could he not know the reason why such a simple and easy to understand, but he was afraid that he was stared at by the Haotian of the Gao Siter Kingdom after breaking the mirror. He was afraid of the annihilation of Jiange. After all, he was concerned about affecting him.

There was a faint tingling in Liu Bai's eyes, and those hands that were used to hold the sword could not help touching the eyes.

"Rough husband! Various saints!"

The sound of gritting teeth fully showed the anger of its owner, and the winning or defeat is a common thing, and the same is true of the sword. This is not so angry that Liu Bai is so angry,

But saying that the better than the sword suddenly raised his fist, and he also hit the eyes. Now the fist on it is attached to it. I am afraid it will be time for it to fade away.

Panda eyes.

Thinking of Li Ming's fists that seem to contain a world power, Liu Baijian couldn't help trembling, shook his head to concentrate on the fist on the eyes, trying to recover good people quickly.

During the period of Liu Bai's retreat, the reputation of the outside world was also noisy. After all, the disciples of Jiange are not all loyal people, and there are many dark children lurking in it.

The information about Li Ming also appeared on the tables of the forces of all parties. Although the Jiange World War I did not know the details, the Jian Shengliu Bai was in a hurry after the war, but Li Ming was still swaying outside.

Know a negative glance.

Chang'an City

Among a luxurious mansion, several white -haired old people drink wine and eat food.

The old man with a child -faced childhood laughed with a smile: "Oh, the swordsman Liu Bai was also beaten, who do you say the next one?

When I heard that everyone looked at each other and laughed, it was the so -called unevenness of the so -called unattractive, and they were annoyed naturally, and if others were beaten, they would naturally feel a lot of them.

The identity strength is higher than yourself.

He was beaten by Li Ming, and Liu Bai was also beaten by Li Ming, wouldn't it mean that he was almost the same as Liu Bai.

Thinking of the people from Chang'an City here, I can't help but hope that Li Ming can use moral fist more people to make more people, and it is better to improve their grade.

Dare to think.

"Congratulations to the saints! This cup is done!"

"Gan! Congratulations to the saints!"

"Dry ..."

A group of old people who chatted with teenagers came to celebrate the greetings in the mansion, but the disciples waiting outside the yard looked at each other, full of question marks.
Chapter completed!