The strength of the old men will gradually shock the whole world. The old magic stick wants to prove that he can not only cultivate monsters like Li Mu, but also train a group of dying old men into peerless masters. All the forces testing outside Dengsi Mountain Village felt a wave of headaches.
The young man on the back is wearing blood-red leather armor, and carrying a thick broad knife wider than his body. The blade is also blood-red, mixed with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that there are traces of silk. Wisps of evil aura, like threads of blood, spread out from the broad sword.
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
"Jiangang."
Not only did it block it, it also crushed it.
He slashed out with his sword.
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
Wang Shiwu had countless emotions in his heart and didn't know how to express them.
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
The young man turned around.
Randen Temple is like the center of a large formation, it is the top priority.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
This is one of the reasons why so many forces have been secretly testing Randen Temple Village during this period of time.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
"God?" A trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth in white clothes: "You have such little skills and you dare to call yourself a god? You are really a frog in the well." He opened his mouth and blew, and a wisp of sword wind circulated, blowing the little red People are blown away directly.
…
He slashed out with his sword.
"Look carefully, this is the second move."
The young man in white shirt paused slightly and said, "Safe, she will take care of herself."
"again."
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
"What else can be done?"
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
In the entire Baoji City, only Jintai Temple, located in the northwest and built on the mountain, can barely compare with the geographical location of Randeng Temple. This temple takes up a corner of Baoji City, just like the yin and yang fish. The two fish eyes are the same, facing each other far away.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
Wang Shiwu became anxious and said, "Then... is she safe?"
"this… "
Wang Shiwu had countless emotions in his heart and didn't know how to express them.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
The red demonic energy turned into a red figure the size of an egg, struggling and jumping in the palm of the young man in white shirt.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
Suddenly, Wang Shiwu saw wisps of red light flashing behind the young man in white, filled with demonic aura, turning into a ferocious shadow, charging towards him with teeth and claws. The strange white man was not completely dead.
On the mountain road in the distance, a young man riding a white tiger came slowly.
at the same time.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
He slashed out with his sword.
"Look carefully, this is the second move."
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
came the final voice.
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
The young man on the back is wearing blood-red leather armor, and carrying a thick broad knife wider than his body. The blade is also blood-red, mixed with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that there are traces of silk. Wisps of evil aura, like threads of blood, spread out from the broad sword.
Not only did it block it, it also crushed it.
Wang Yanyi
Also named Wang
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
"again."
"It seems a little stronger this time."
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
The white tiger passed in front of them, and no one jumped out to stop him. The majesty he had before was carefully restrained, as if they were really old farmers in the fields and ignored them.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
Wang Shiwu became anxious and said, "Then... is she safe?"
came the final voice.
"We may not be able to defeat it."
The words have not yet finished.
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
"You have to believe her." The young man in white shirt sighed: "The journey she takes in the long galaxy and the vast universe is the most difficult and full of thorns. Even the person she likes the most cannot understand her... Remember, No matter what, she is your biological sister, and everything she does now is for you."
"What should we do?"
But from the hands of this young man in white shirt, the power of Jian Gang was simply explosive.
In the entire Baoji City, only Jintai Temple, located in the northwest and built on the mountain, can barely compare with the geographical location of Randeng Temple. This temple takes up a corner of Baoji City, just like the yin and yang fish. The two fish eyes are the same, facing each other far away.
"Wang Yanyi."
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
"Jiangang."
"What else can be done?"
he said shakily.
On the mountain road in the distance, a young man riding a white tiger came slowly.
Several old men squatted on the field ridge and whispered.
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
Deja vu.
The words have not yet finished.
The white tiger passed in front of them, and no one jumped out to stop him. The majesty he had before was carefully restrained, as if they were really old farmers in the fields and ignored them.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
Only the back of the young man can be seen from behind.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
Bai Hu walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
He stopped.
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
The strength of the old men will gradually shock the whole world. The old magic stick wants to prove that he can not only cultivate monsters like Li Mu, but also train a group of dying old men into peerless masters. All the forces testing outside Dengsi Mountain Village felt a wave of headaches.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
"Fellow elders, how can I get to Randeng Temple?"
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
"this… "
"Jiangang."
What a terrifying power.
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
Several old men squatted on the field ridge and whispered.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
Wang Shiwu became anxious and said, "Then... is she safe?"
Deja vu.
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
"Right over there."
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
"What should we do?"
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
The words have not yet finished.
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
Wang Shiwu had countless emotions in his heart and didn't know how to express them.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
The little red figure jumped and screamed in terror, the sound piercing.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
The young man in white shirt paused slightly and said, "Safe, she will take care of herself."
The old men were very enthusiastic and hospitable, and they rushed to give their addresses clearly.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
"Jiangang."
at the same time.
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
"Right over there."
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
Li Mu finally arrived in Baoji City.
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
"Jiangang."
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
Then he rode away on the white tiger.
The words have not yet finished.
"Fellow elders, how can I get to Randeng Temple?"
A dozen old men, laughing and gloating on their faces, watched Bai Hu leave.
The words have not yet finished.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
The young man in white shirt paused slightly and said, "Safe, she will take care of herself."
Wang Yanyi
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here because I was entrusted by someone. I have a friend named Wang Shiyu who asked me to save you."
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
…
at the same time.
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
…
"What should we do?"
Wang Shiwu remained silent.
"this… "
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
"Wang Yanyi."
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
Randen Temple is like the center of a large formation, it is the top priority.
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
The young man on the back is wearing blood-red leather armor, and carrying a thick broad knife wider than his body. The blade is also blood-red, mixed with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that there are traces of silk. Wisps of evil aura, like threads of blood, spread out from the broad sword.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
The red demonic energy turned into a red figure the size of an egg, struggling and jumping in the palm of the young man in white shirt.
Still have to wait
"It seems a little stronger this time."
"What else can be done?"
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
Also named Wang
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
Also named Wang
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
"Ah, who are you? Are you also a god?"
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
Not only did it block it, it also crushed it.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
"What?"
In the entire Baoji City, only Jintai Temple, located in the northwest and built on the mountain, can barely compare with the geographical location of Randeng Temple. This temple takes up a corner of Baoji City, just like the yin and yang fish. The two fish eyes are the same, facing each other far away.
"You have to believe her." The young man in white shirt sighed: "The journey she takes in the long galaxy and the vast universe is the most difficult and full of thorns. Even the person she likes the most cannot understand her... Remember, No matter what, she is your biological sister, and everything she does now is for you."
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here because I was entrusted by someone. I have a friend named Wang Shiyu who asked me to save you."
It looks extremely good.
This is one of the reasons why so many forces have been secretly testing Randen Temple Village during this period of time.
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
The young man turned around.
"this… "
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
"Wang Yanyi."
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
Only the back of the young man can be seen from behind.
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
Li Mu finally arrived in Baoji City.
But from the hands of this young man in white shirt, the power of Jian Gang was simply explosive.
"Jiangang."
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
"We may not be able to defeat it."
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
"Right over there."
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
The mysterious young man spoke, his voice clear and crisp, like two pieces of fine jade gently hitting each other.
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
A barrage of questions.
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
The words have not yet finished.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
"You...who are you?"
Not only did it block it, it also crushed it.
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
On the mountain road in the distance, a young man riding a white tiger came slowly.
An extremely handsome face.
He slashed out with his sword.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
Suddenly, Wang Shiwu saw wisps of red light flashing behind the young man in white, filled with demonic aura, turning into a ferocious shadow, charging towards him with teeth and claws. The strange white man was not completely dead.
This was an unfamiliar face, but for some reason, the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his heart beat wildly, as if something deep in his blood was being detonated bit by bit, and his heart Beating violently.
"Be careful." Wang Shiwu warned in a shocked voice.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
He slashed out with his sword.
The young man in white shirt said again.
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
"Fellow elders, how can I get to Randeng Temple?"
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
…
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
The words have not yet finished.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
"Jiangang."
The young man in the white shirt flashed and stabbed out with a broken sword.
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
"this… "
"Jiangang."
The young man in white shirt had a complex expression on his face and said: "She still has some things that she can't get out of, so she has no choice but to let me come."
Li Mu finally arrived in Baoji City.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
…
…
he said shakily.
Wang Shiwu had countless emotions in his heart and didn't know how to express them.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
What a terrifying power.
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
"What else can be done?"
The young man in white shirt said again.
It looks extremely good.
Same sword moves, same energy, different power.
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
"What else can be done?"
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
Wang Shiwu became anxious and said, "Then... is she safe?"
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
Same sword moves, same energy, different power.
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
"Look carefully, this is the second move."
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
Wang Yanyi
The young man in white shirt said again.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
What a terrifying power.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
Ahead, red lights flowed, converging into a figure, transforming between reality and reality, and the voice was full of violence: "I didn't expect that there is a master like you hidden here, which surprises me, but I am a god, I can't be killed, you What can you do to me..."
The white tiger passed in front of them, and no one jumped out to stop him. The majesty he had before was carefully restrained, as if they were really old farmers in the fields and ignored them.
Deja vu.
The words have not yet finished.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
Deja vu.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"Jiangang."
This time, it was a complete death.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
The young man in the white shirt flashed and stabbed out with a broken sword.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"Wang Yanyi."
It looks extremely good.
…
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here because I was entrusted by someone. I have a friend named Wang Shiyu who asked me to save you."
"Jiangang."
Pill
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
The young man in the white shirt flashed and stabbed out with a broken sword.
The old men were very enthusiastic and hospitable, and they rushed to give their addresses clearly.
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
Wang Shiwu remained silent.
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
But from the hands of this young man in white shirt, the power of Jian Gang was simply explosive.
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
"God?" A trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth in white clothes: "You have such little skills and you dare to call yourself a god? You are really a frog in the well." He opened his mouth and blew, and a wisp of sword wind circulated, blowing the little red People are blown away directly.
The young man in white shirt had a complex expression on his face and said: "She still has some things that she can't get out of, so she has no choice but to let me come."
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
Wang Shiwu was dumbfounded.
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
Deja vu.
The young man on the back is wearing blood-red leather armor, and carrying a thick broad knife wider than his body. The blade is also blood-red, mixed with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that there are traces of silk. Wisps of evil aura, like threads of blood, spread out from the broad sword.
The words have not yet finished.
"You...who are you?"
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
Still have to wait
at the same time.
This was an unfamiliar face, but for some reason, the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his heart beat wildly, as if something deep in his blood was being detonated bit by bit, and his heart Beating violently.
But from the hands of this young man in white shirt, the power of Jian Gang was simply explosive.
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
"You...who are you?"
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
"You...who are you?"
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
It looks extremely good.
"again."
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
…
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
he said shakily.
"Ah, who are you? Are you also a god?"
"It seems a little stronger this time."
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
Same sword moves, same energy, different power.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
This time, it was a complete death.
"Be careful." Wang Shiwu warned in a shocked voice.
The young man turned around.
Li Mu finally arrived in Baoji City.
This time, it was a complete death.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
The young man turned around.
An extremely handsome face.
The white tiger passed in front of them, and no one jumped out to stop him. The majesty he had before was carefully restrained, as if they were really old farmers in the fields and ignored them.
Rumor has it that Li Mu, the Eastern God of War, also came from this small place.
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
Wang Shiwu remained silent.
"You...who are you?"
What a terrifying power.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
Deja vu.
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
This is one of the reasons why so many forces have been secretly testing Randen Temple Village during this period of time.
It looks extremely good.
This time, it was a complete death.
On the mountain road in the distance, a young man riding a white tiger came slowly.
Also named Wang
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
This was an unfamiliar face, but for some reason, the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his heart beat wildly, as if something deep in his blood was being detonated bit by bit, and his heart Beating violently.
He stopped.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
"Right over there."
Bai Hu walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
"What?"
The dead man's face is mysterious. The white man's facial expression is stiff, but there is a hint of shock in his pupils.
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
A barrage of questions.
The young man in white shirt said again.
Wang Shiwu also subconsciously opened his eyes and saw a thin young man, slightly shorter than himself, standing in front of him and saving him.
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
He slashed out with his sword.
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
The strength of the old men will gradually shock the whole world. The old magic stick wants to prove that he can not only cultivate monsters like Li Mu, but also train a group of dying old men into peerless masters. All the forces testing outside Dengsi Mountain Village felt a wave of headaches.
Only the back of the young man can be seen from behind.
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
he said shakily.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
Suddenly, Wang Shiwu saw wisps of red light flashing behind the young man in white, filled with demonic aura, turning into a ferocious shadow, charging towards him with teeth and claws. The strange white man was not completely dead.
Same sword moves, same energy, different power.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
he said shakily.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
"Be careful." Wang Shiwu warned in a shocked voice.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
But from the hands of this young man in white shirt, the power of Jian Gang was simply explosive.
came the final voice.
The young man in the white shirt seemed to have predicted it. Without looking back, he grabbed it with his backhand. The sword light flowed from his fingertips, turning into a strange sword talisman. It was like a snare, and he directly drew the red devilish energy and red light into the net. In it, it then shrank and fell into his palm.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
This time, it was a complete death.
An extremely handsome face.
This is a very white and soft palm, as if carved from white jade. Every curve and every inch has a natural beauty. One can't help but admire it at a glance. If it is like this What a happy thing it would be to be held by a beautiful hand.
This is one of the reasons why so many forces have been secretly testing Randen Temple Village during this period of time.
"We may not be able to defeat it."
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
The red demonic energy turned into a red figure the size of an egg, struggling and jumping in the palm of the young man in white shirt.
"What should we do?"
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
What a terrifying power.
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
"Ah, who are you? Are you also a god?"
"Right over there."
came the final voice.
The little red figure jumped and screamed in terror, the sound piercing.
…
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
"Wang Yanyi."
…
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
"God?" A trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth in white clothes: "You have such little skills and you dare to call yourself a god? You are really a frog in the well." He opened his mouth and blew, and a wisp of sword wind circulated, blowing the little red People are blown away directly.
came the final voice.
In the entire Baoji City, only Jintai Temple, located in the northwest and built on the mountain, can barely compare with the geographical location of Randeng Temple. This temple takes up a corner of Baoji City, just like the yin and yang fish. The two fish eyes are the same, facing each other far away.
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
What a terrifying power.
In one stroke of the sword, the invincible enemy in his heart was wiped out.
This time, it was a complete death.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
Then he rode away on the white tiger.
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
The young man in white shirt had a complex expression on his face and said: "She still has some things that she can't get out of, so she has no choice but to let me come."
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
Also named Wang
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
"Right over there."
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
"Be careful." Wang Shiwu warned in a shocked voice.
After the young man in white shirt finished all this, he looked at Wang Shiwu, his eyes seemed to have traveled through countless time and space. Wang Shiwu's heart was a little hairy when he looked at it. He suddenly smiled slightly, opened his palms, and revealed five green pills with a faint fragrance, saying : "You, your wife, your daughter, your parents, one for each."
he said shakily.
…
"What?"
he said shakily.
Pill
Bai Hu walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
"What else can be done?"
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
"What else can be done?"
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
Not only did it block it, it also crushed it.
It looks extremely good.
"What?"
"We may not be able to defeat it."
"Jiangang."
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
Bai Hu walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
"What should we do?"
This is another sword skill taught to Wang Shiwu by Li Mu.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
This was an unfamiliar face, but for some reason, the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his heart beat wildly, as if something deep in his blood was being detonated bit by bit, and his heart Beating violently.
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here because I was entrusted by someone. I have a friend named Wang Shiyu who asked me to save you."
"again."
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
The young man in white shirt said again.
"You...who are you?"
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
The young man in white shirt looked at Wang Shiwu, and there were waves flickering in his eyes that were originally like the vast stars.
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
The white tiger passed in front of them, and no one jumped out to stop him. The majesty he had before was carefully restrained, as if they were really old farmers in the fields and ignored them.
A barrage of questions.
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
Still have to wait
This was an unfamiliar face, but for some reason, the moment he saw the other person's eyes, his heart beat wildly, as if something deep in his blood was being detonated bit by bit, and his heart Beating violently.
A barrage of questions.
"Right over there."
Still have to wait
"What should we do?"
Suddenly, Wang Shiwu saw wisps of red light flashing behind the young man in white, filled with demonic aura, turning into a ferocious shadow, charging towards him with teeth and claws. The strange white man was not completely dead.
"What?" Wang Shiwu was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes exuded unprecedented light and excitement: "Shiyu? You... do you know my sister? She... where is she now? Has she finished her retreat? She came back from the fairy world. Already? Why doesn’t she come and see us in person?”
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
The young man in white shirt had a complex expression on his face and said: "She still has some things that she can't get out of, so she has no choice but to let me come."
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
"It seems a little stronger this time."
Only those who are truly powerful can see that the huge Baoji City, a place where blessings gather, is full of spiritual and blessed places, but the real central area is in the mountain village of Randen Temple on Shaozu Mountain.
Still have to wait
The white tiger's fur is snow-white, and its horse is extraordinary. Its heavy soles step on the ground, making no sound and no trace. When walking, it seems to be stepping on the void, stepping on grass tips, stepping on branches, stepping on wheat germ, stepping on onion leaves, The huge body is obviously very heavy, but it seems to be weightless, and the grass-top branches, malt leaves and green onion leaves do not bend at all.
"this… "
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
Wang Shiwu remained silent.
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
The little red figure jumped and screamed in terror, the sound piercing.
Randen Temple is like the center of a large formation, it is the top priority.
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
…
"You have to believe her." The young man in white shirt sighed: "The journey she takes in the long galaxy and the vast universe is the most difficult and full of thorns. Even the person she likes the most cannot understand her... Remember, No matter what, she is your biological sister, and everything she does now is for you."
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
A ray of silver sword light hesitated on the broken sword, and then shot out instantly.
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
After the young man in white shirt finished all this, he looked at Wang Shiwu, his eyes seemed to have traveled through countless time and space. Wang Shiwu's heart was a little hairy when he looked at it. He suddenly smiled slightly, opened his palms, and revealed five green pills with a faint fragrance, saying : "You, your wife, your daughter, your parents, one for each."
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
came the final voice.
The mysterious young man spoke, his voice clear and crisp, like two pieces of fine jade gently hitting each other.
The broken sword in Wang Shiwu's hand flew into the young man's hand.
Wang Shiwu became anxious and said, "Then... is she safe?"
Deja vu.
The power fluctuations are exactly the same as Wang Shiwu's, but the subtlety is many times better. The sword energy flows smoothly and is natural. Just a wisp of sword light shoots out. The mysterious white man with a dead face opposite has only time to show a hint of shock in his eyes. Color, with a bang, the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist, not even the bones and residue were left...
The young man in white shirt paused slightly and said, "Safe, she will take care of herself."
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
After saying that, the young man in white shirt turned around.
Wang Shiwu subconsciously took it over and said doubtfully: "Thank you so much, hero, for saving my life. Such a great kindness is unforgettable. I wonder if you can tell me your name, hero? I..."
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
The young man in white shirt said again.
Wang Shiwu said: "Please tell her that we all miss her. No matter what happens, we will stand by her side, and Brother Mu will always support him..."
"What else is more important than her parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself and said loudly: "Back then, if it weren't for Brother Mu, her parents would have passed away, and she would have left a lifetime of regrets... If this continues, will her parents still be able to survive? How long will it last?”
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
The young man turned around.
Then he rode away on the white tiger.
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here because I was entrusted by someone. I have a friend named Wang Shiyu who asked me to save you."
The young man in white shirt said again.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
Deja vu.
Wang Shiwu had countless emotions in his heart and didn't know how to express them.
"What should we do?"
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
But just such a soft and beautiful little hand directly blocked Wang Shiwu's unstoppable red glow.
"Look carefully, this is the second move."
"I suddenly remembered the dog that Muwa'er raised back then." Lao Zhang smashed the cigarette pot on his head and said: "Back then, that dog... what the hell was it? He was also the king of dogs. If he encountered this A white tiger might be able to fight."
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
"Be careful." Wang Shiwu warned in a shocked voice.
With a flash of light, the newly condensed red figure was cut into two pieces directly from the top of the head to the crotch like a cake cut with a sharp knife. The power of the sword exploded, and the two figures were directly hit by the burst of Gang Qi. , exploded into nothingness.
The young man on the back is wearing blood-red leather armor, and carrying a thick broad knife wider than his body. The blade is also blood-red, mixed with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that there are traces of silk. Wisps of evil aura, like threads of blood, spread out from the broad sword.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
The little red figure jumped and screamed in terror, the sound piercing.
The figure of the young man in white shirt flashed and disappeared into the distant sky like a ray of light.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
"Right over there."
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, in the secret room of the North American LTTE base, a thousand-year-old ebony statue exploded with a snap and turned into pieces. Amidst the screams, there were wisps of wood between the pieces. Dark red blood stains emerged from the wood, exuding a pungent stench.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
"Wang Yanyi."
"That's right, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old locust tree, turn right, and then walk straight, pass the plaque of the young ancestor's legacy, go up the steps, and there is the end of the steps."
The young man in white shirt had a complex expression on his face and said: "She still has some things that she can't get out of, so she has no choice but to let me come."
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
came the final voice.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
The young man on the back of the white tiger has long black hair, a black headband, and eyes as dark as ink. He is a very handsome young man. But when he speaks, his teeth are white but sharp like saw teeth. It is weird and evil, giving people a chilling feeling. .
The old men beat away the previous group of people, and habitually squatted on the field ridge, smoking dry cigarettes in the sunset.
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
Wang Yanyi
The young man in white shirt paused slightly and said, "Safe, she will take care of herself."
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
"By the way, what is the hero's name? Can you tell me?" Wang Shiwu asked again.
"What else can be done?"
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"Fellow elders, how can I get to Randeng Temple?"
Bai Hu walked a few steps and suddenly stopped.
"You have to believe her." The young man in white shirt sighed: "The journey she takes in the long galaxy and the vast universe is the most difficult and full of thorns. Even the person she likes the most cannot understand her... Remember, No matter what, she is your biological sister, and everything she does now is for you."
Also named Wang
"again."
However, dozens of extremely tough old men blocked the way of all the major forces.
An extremely handsome face.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
"Look carefully, this is the second move."
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
Wang Shiwu remained silent.
A palm came out from the void and crushed the red light of destruction inch by inch.
The young man in white shirt did not look back, nodded and said, "I will tell her."
The strength of the old men will gradually shock the whole world. The old magic stick wants to prove that he can not only cultivate monsters like Li Mu, but also train a group of dying old men into peerless masters. All the forces testing outside Dengsi Mountain Village felt a wave of headaches.
"Watch carefully. Li Mu teaches you how to use the sword skills."
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
Randen Temple is like the center of a large formation, it is the top priority.
A barrage of questions.
at the same time.
came the final voice.
Wang Shiwu was shocked.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
She is wearing a white gown, the dress of the ancients, her hair is dark and shiny, and every strand of hair seems to be shining with a bright luster. The dress is very simple and simple, the gown is a little loose, but it has an unknown powerful aura.
For the past few days, neither the Randen Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been peaceful.
This time, the broken sword in his hand was surrounded by silver light, and layers of radiance flickered.
Li Mu finally arrived in Baoji City.
Several old men squatted on the field ridge and whispered.
"Fellow elders, how can I get to Randeng Temple?"
It was the [Sword Qi] technique that Wang Shiwu used before.
The young man turned around.
Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning passing through his mind.
The young man in the white shirt flashed and stabbed out with a broken sword.
He passed by the Fulongwan Reservoir and looked surprised when he saw the huge fruit trees whose canopy almost covered the entire reservoir.
"Right over there."
Randen Temple is like the center of a large formation, it is the top priority.
"There's something wrong with this fruit tree..."
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
The young man looked at these old people and grinned: "Thank you."
"You... you are..." Wang Shiwu was a little incoherent, and even he didn't know why.
"Right over there."
The young man turned around.
He stopped.
It's still the same moves, the same secrets, and the same energy fluctuations.
Same sword moves, same energy, different power.
Several old men squatted on the field ridge and whispered.
"You... who are you, sir? Why do you know the sword skills taught to me by Brother Mu?" Wang Shiwu swallowed his saliva and asked in surprise.
"You...who are you?"