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A man, who was highly anticipated, picked up his hands together and stepped on a colorful auspicious cloud. His treasure was solemn. There was a Buddha's light behind his head, like a true Buddha coming to the world. A purple-gold flower floated beside the man. Above the flowers was a small tower with bright Buddha light. The sings of the Brahma came from the Demon-Subduing Tower, further highlighting the man's solemnity and outlook.

The demon-suppressing stone that confronted Jiu Jian hesitated for a moment and rushed towards the man through the air. The man flicked his long sleeves and floated up several meters lightly. The pair of feet opened parallel, which was extremely dynamic and beautiful. When the demon-suppressing stone just reached the bottom of his feet, the man also fell down and stood lightly on the demon-suppressing stone tablet. Instantly, the Buddha's energy, fairy energy, was too awesome and too lightning. The man stood on the demon-suppressing stone with his hands, blending with the Buddha's light in the sky, his eyes were slightly closed, and his treasure appearance was solemn and thin, and his powerful aura covered everyone.

Chu Junchuo's eyes fell on the man shrouded by Buddha's light. His eyes suddenly widened, and his delicate body trembled slightly. He used his eyes to look carefully over and over again. Finally, he couldn't help but bit his silver teeth tightly. The long sword hanging in front of him made a buzzing sound. The five flavors in his heart were mixed, and his eyes were unstable.

For more than a hundred years, this hateful and hateful man finally appeared. She has been looking for him for more than a hundred years and hated him for more than a hundred years, but did he hide and become a monk? For more than a hundred years, she has hated this man every moment, but the more she hates him, the harder it is to forget. At this moment, she finds that the traces of this hateful and hateful man in her heart are so deep. She has hated him for more than a hundred years. Isn’t it because she missed him for more than a hundred years and cared for him for more than a hundred years, but the hatred and longing in her heart are increasing day by day.

It was heavy. Chu Junchuo had fantasized about the situation when the two met again. The little thief was tender and infinitely asking for forgiveness, or he was sloppy with a smile, or he turned his head and ran away like a cat. She had never expected the scene of meeting like this today. The little thief stood on the demon-suppressing stone with Buddha light all over the sky, and kept lowering his eyebrows and picking it up, without looking at him at all. Chu Junchuo felt a tingling and loss for no reason, and then the anger, murderous aura, which had accumulated for a hundred years, was intertwined in his heart.

Long Ruo glanced at Chu Junchuo, who was reacting abnormally, and slowly closed his eyebrows. He had guessed the origin of this man. He had always been obsessed with swordsmanship. Swords were everything about him. Many people said that Long Ruo was the sword man born for the sword. However, when he fought with Chu Junchuo for the sixth time and saw Chu Junchuo fall into the turbulent vortex, he realized that in addition to the sword, there was a lonely yellow-shirted beauty in his heart. He was tough and naturally did not allow himself to

There were many things other than swords. Just when he thought he would drive out the yellow-shirted Liying, he unexpectedly met Chu Junchuo again. He and her had no doubt set their swords. This time, he lost, and they lost the next few times. He knew that the real reason was that his sword heart was no longer as pure as before. He began to pay attention to everything about Chu Junchuo, so a strange and nameless figure came into his sight - his name was Han Yun.

"It's him, that bastard Han Yun, I recognize him even if he turns into ashes!" An angry and excited voice sounded, obviously saying it with gritted teeth. Chu Junchuo looked slightly, and saw Li Weiwei pointing at Han Yun, who was standing on the demon-suppressing stone with great excitement. His straight breasts were a little trembling because of excitement. Suddenly, he thought of something. His pretty black face flew up two blushings. The other hand subconsciously brushed his round buttocks back, as if it was scratching it. This action was a bit seductive. Li Weiwei happened to find that Chu Junchuo looked at him, as if someone had been peeking through his thoughts, and it was red until his ears. Chu Junchuo withdrew his gaze and looked at Han Yun in the distance. His eyes became colder again. The poor Han slutty bag didn't know that the action of a girl brushing her butt increased someone's hatred value by n percentage points.

"Is he that Han Yun?" Zhang Wuji asked calmly, but his eyes glanced at Chu Junchuo intentionally or unintentionally. He also heard about Chu Junchuo and Han Yun. When Feng Duo and Zhou Crazy rushed to Beichen General Fang, Han Yun, Zhao Yao and Bai Jian made a big fuss in Fangcheng, and seized the yellow-grade spiritual medicine and soul-raising fruit and fled. Zhou Crazy said "adulter husband's sexual intercourse" and referred to Han Yun and Chu Junchuo. But I don't know if this Han Yun is the Han Yun? However, judging from Chu Junchuo's abnormal behavior, he should be inseparable. Zhang Wuji felt regret in his heart, sighing that a watery cabbage was urnated by a pig.

"It's definitely him. He was with the white gap that stole the Star Picking Sword in Yunshan City, and he also broke our star formation!" Li Weiwei's eyes widened. This guy was a bastard who hit his butt twice. Even if he shaved his head and wore a big red cassock, he could recognize it. Moreover, he seemed a little "fake" under the cover of Buddha's light. No matter how solemn the appearance is, no matter how awesome he has with lightning, he can't escape the magical eyes of "Little Li's butt".

Zhang Wuji's face became even more gloomy and said coldly: "The Bai surname is not with him!"

"Master, the thief named Bai said he was the boss. The Star Sword might be on him. We can catch him first and beat him up and force the thief named Bai to appear!" Li Weiwei encouraged her with murderous intent, and waved the long sword in her hand, as if she was about to rush over to avenge her snow-white buttocks.

But before they could take action, the monster who had just stopped suddenly attacked, and the eight people fell into a tough battle again. Chu Junchuo had his pretty face tense, and the flying sword slashed back and forth, but the anger in his heart was getting thicker and thicker, and he was not defending at all. The sword light passed by, and dozens of monsters were corpses of demons, including many masters of the demon general level. She seemed to have turned into a jade-faced Rakshasa for a moment. The person who touched it died. The monsters were killed so timidly that they dared not approach too much. Chu Junchuo's eyes were as cold as water, and the sword became more and more fierce, as if a sword was slashed on the abominable, hateful and hateful man.

Chu Junchuo knew that the little thief must have known that he was here, because since he took the last time he took the spiritual medicine, the jade girl, the golden boy, there was a subtle telepathy between the two, and they were even connected by life. He could sense him at such a close distance. He had no reason not to sense himself, but he looked like an old monk entering a meditation and did not look at him in his direction, without a glance! The murderous aura and anger in Chu Junchuo's heart gradually ignited and exploded, and he vented all of them on the monsters.

The tree nature attracts wind, and Chu Junchuo's performance instantly attracted two demon coaches. The demon coach has the strength of the God Transformation Stage. Although Chu Junchuo's long sword is powerful, he may be able to barely get a draw against a demon coach, but the two demon coaches are not all her. In an instant, they are in danger and almost got caught in the heart several times.

When ~

With a roar, Chu Junchuo's flying sword was finally hit by a magic sword. Another magic sword was almost approaching like lightning. Five fingers were snatching Chu Junchuo's head. If he was caught, his head would turn into powder immediately. Chu Junchuo's right fingers turned into swords, and a little cold star rushed to the middle of the demon handsome man's eyebrows. It was a way of fighting to die together. The demon handsome man obviously didn't want to die together with the other party, so he flew away quickly, and the other magic sword's long stick had already hit him in the waist. This time, Chu Junchuo had no choice but to avoid it, and subconsciously looked up at Han Yun's direction. Perhaps this was the last glance. Suddenly, a feeling of heartache came, and Chu Junchuo's eyes suddenly lit up.

A dragon roared and rushed over to rescue him. Just as the dragon was about to pounce, a brilliant Buddha light flashed, bang bang! Two loud noises, the two demons with the strength of the God Transformation Stage flew out, and the Buddha's thighs shining swept across a thousand pounds, sweeping a large number of monsters in front of Chu Junchuo like autumn wind swept away. Chu Junchuo's little mouth opened in a surprised "o" shape, looking at the long "gold right leg" that someone took back. The detestable guy who was originally down-eyed and looked solemn, and he smiled at him with a silence. All the solemn atmosphere was swept away. He was like a bad guy who was not in a good shape, but the ugly smile suddenly stopped, and the guy turned back to the Taoist monk who was down-eyed and picked up. Everything just now was like an illusion.

Chu Junchuo's heart thumped for a moment, then his pretty face tensed up again, and with one finger of the sword technique, he took back the long sword that was smashed to pieces.

"Amitabha!" A Buddha's cherryman sounded, and it was clearly heard in the ears of everyone present. His voice was old and low, but he had an irreversible majesty. All the monsters and cultivators present couldn't help but stop. Chu Junchuo and Li Weiwei were stunned. Why was Han Yun's voice so old, as vicissitudes and heavy as if they were coming from the distant ancient times.

Chu Junchuo's heart thumped again, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes. He stared at the man standing on the demon-suppressing stone without a moment, and said to himself: "Did I recognize the wrong person? But what's going on with that sense? He clearly smiled at me just now, and he must be that hateful little thief!"

Jiu Jian looked at the guy with a shiny look on the Demon Stone with a look of surprise and doubt, and asked carefully: "Are you Bodhidharma?" Because Han Yunling's momentum and pressure standing on the Demon Stone were exactly the same as when Dadhidharma appeared back then, the most important thing was that the sound was definitely Jiu Jian's nightmare memory, and perhaps the old man Damo might have resurrected himself by borrowing his body.

Han Yun said lightly: "It doesn't matter who I am? What's important is that you must bring your clans back to the demon world immediately, otherwise you will be wiped out!" The voice has returned to its original voice, and just now I deliberately pretended to be deeper in order to achieve the shock effect.

Jiu Jian's face turned black, and his two huge nostrils spurted out two thick air. He was obviously very angry and shouted angrily: "Little bastard, dare to tease me!"
Chapter completed!