Sword of Coming Chapter 265

Chen Pingan wrote a wrong shackle. If the moment when the small snow cone touched the paper, it was the scene of the sea and the moon, then when the symbol was painted, it was like a red sun, almost the same size as the well. There is no burning sensation, but it is warm and awkward. This character seems to have lost the true gas traction after Chen Ping's eight words, swaying and falling on the sea, then slowly sinking into the dragon ditch, no more What vision is caused at sea.

But those big things that smashed at the bottom of the dragon's ditch, without exception, turned into human figures, or old men or old women, left their nests, stood on the stone wall of the trench, and bowed to the plaque, along with the golden robes. Quite old guys, so motivated, many young and ignorant dragons, the strength of the weak, this time did not have the opportunity to participate in the Guihua Island war, or forcibly detained by the ancestors on the bottom of the sea, these little guys have not yet gathered themselves, According to the gourd painting, I bowed to the charm.

Then, these big things that have not been known for many years have been used to display the mysterious magical powers, and the ancient waters have reprimanded the descendants of the dragons who attacked Guihua Island. The wording is extremely strict.

After the "green" water scorpion and the snake scorpion face each other, the eyes are puzzled, shocked and unwilling, but the ancestors of all the ancestors threatened not to return to the 蛟龙沟, they will first expel the family and then be skinned. The pain, and finally lost in the sea drifting, exposed to three years, survived to have the opportunity to recognize the ancestors.

They followed the old robes of the golden robes. The ancestors used to be the default permission. Most of these young people who had suffered in the land of the South China Sea and the mother-in-law of the motherland were to follow the golden robes and hope that one day they would be able to go to Po, Chau Chau. Kill the Quartet and kill those who are the younger brothers of the melamine and the disciples of the coastal defense. But now the ancestors gave orders, and the golden robe old man had no objection. They had to jump and jump over the osmanthus island and pounce on the sea. After entering the water, they went home and went to the ancestors to ask for a fair statement. .

After that, it was the golden robe who was squatting at the boy who had broken his 100-year plan before receiving the law.

Lu Shen's order?

Who is Lu Shen, of course, the old man has heard of it, listening to his ancestors said that one of the Taoist masters, before flying, liked a leafy boat to travel around the world, as if he did not like to stay on land. It is also rumored that there is a boat that specializes in driving a boat for Lu Shen. When it was out of the sea, it was still in its infancy. When Lu Shen was flying in the North Sea, he drove back to the land alone. When he returned home, he found that the familiar mountains and rivers were no longer there. His name was only left on the genealogy of 300 years ago. After that, the unnamed boat of the name returned to the sea and searched for Lu Shen. Since then, there has been no news.

Jinpao Laojiao is not afraid of teaching Lu Shen?

I am afraid of fear, but I am absolutely not afraid of the point of tremor when I hear the name.

Because he is in this vast world, Lu Shen is in that green world.

The more unfortunate the identity of Lu Shen, the more difficult it is to visit another world, and the more complicated the rules, the ones will be stared at by Confucian saints.

Once Lu Shen wants to personally take the shot, it will break the rules. At that time, the Confucian saint who hates himself, but the amulet of him and the dragon ditch, and even the person who can help him, will be the one who picks the sun and the moon. Old ancestors.

Just don't be afraid, don't be too ignorant, and provoke the saints, even if you are separated by a world, it is not a good thing.

Jinzuo old man sneered in his heart, this born from the world, but in other places in the world to take charge of a pulse of the master, really took a good name.

As for the boy who gave a pair of mountain watermarks and blocked the sword.

The old man in the golden robe screamed at the corner of his mouth. This kind of thing is indispensable. Although he hates the young man in front of him, the old man is ready to close his hand. The real gains and losses are not between the day and night. Today's business, too much than expected, may have provoked the sight of the South China Sea on the coast of Po Na Chau, or be careful, if it is to seize the handle, it will break the big thing.

Lao Xiao smiled and said: "It is a pity that this seal can block the sword of the jade sword, but it is not a broken fish. The little guy, this time, I don't feel bad?"

Chen Pingan answered the question. "If there are some good snakes and gallstones in my home, how many pieces do I need to change back to the stability of a sweet-scented osmanthus island?"

The golden robe was awkward. "You mean the sky above the back of Baojuan. If it is the aura of the first-class serpentine, for us, it is no less than a dragon on a sword." Importance, the genus of the dragon under the Yuan Ying, one is in exchange for a steady improvement of the situation, let me count, a osmanthus island, a lady, two thousand martial arts people life ... kid, Unless you have a lot of snake gallstones."

The old man in the golden robe stretched out his palms and turned it over. "At least twenty. Do you have it?"

Chen Pingan shook his head. "There have been so many out of these years."

He struggled to stand up, and the laurel tree that was formed by the cassia twig was destroyed under the impact of the old sword.

Chen Ping put away the watermark of the snow cone and the lonely one, put it into the square inch, and under the heart of the gods, the first and fifteenth flying swords quickly plucked out the spirit of the turbulent Chen Ping, and returned to the sword, this time without cover Covering up, anyway, the old man has already seen through.

The golden robe is squinting.

One of the swords behind the juvenile gave him a feeling of threat.

A reversal of Lukang's reluctance, a bunch of beaded caves, a pair of mountain watermarks, a pair of "writing with the gods" brush, a good-quality sword hoist, but also surnamed Chen.

It is wise for Jinzuo Laojiao to make sure that he is able to close his hand at the right time.

It is a pity that this kind of guy, if it is only a sword to kill, is the most trouble-free. He was not afraid of all the twists and turns that followed.

Compared with the realm of cultivation, he is a pseudo-holy, and he does not dare to have any big support. But if he is a rival, he really does not feel that he has lost to anyone.

The old man saw the old man who had hurt his life, standing behind the boy, his face full of alert, he smiled: "Reassured, that shackle, face is very big, my courage can only support me to shoot once. ”

The old man took back his sight and looked back at Chen Pingan. "If you have a snake gallstone, why don't you say it at the beginning? Why do you have this war and hurt both sides?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Are you kidding, or are you serious?"

The golden robe old man's face is gloomy.

The old man of Zhouzi sneered: "At the time, you won the prize, it is too late to kill the treasure, and will sit down with a teenager to talk about business?"

The golden robe old man ignored the sarcasm of Jin Dan's old man and stared at the boy. "It's too smart, it won't last long."

Chen Pingan turned and said: "Older predecessors, you first go back to Guihua Island. I have something to say to this animal alone... I will talk to this old man."

The old boat shook his head and said: "There is no fear of no firewood burning, Chen Ping, you are still young, and the road is practiced. These frustrations are hard to say now, and it is not difficult to let go..."

I don't know if it is an illusion. The old man always feels that the young man in front of him seems to have been immersed in the will of the gods, and he has not pulled out from it.

Chen Pingan smiled. "Older generation, I have a few in my heart."

Chen Pingan wants to hold hands and hold a fist to show his gratitude, but only raises his right hand. The left arm of the writing is not bent. Chen Ping will make a fist with his right hand and gently tap the heart. "I will return to Guihua Island later. Please drink from the old generation."

The old man hesitated, nodded, returned to the adjacent boat and slowly sailed to Osmanthus Island.

After the old boat was far away, Chen Pingan took a picture of the sword, and the first fifteenth hovered over the shoulders of the teenager, and then sacrificed the watermark again.

The golden old man smiled and said: "Why, do you want to fight with me?"

Chen Pingan pouted, "Speaking to some guys, the fists are not hard, no matter how good the truth can't listen. The previous shackles are proof, so I can see that this is my own reason. I use a question. What are the rules that Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Gui have ordered with you, so that you can kill more than two thousand people with confidence?"

The old man was a little impatient and gloomy: "Is this rule unreasonable?"

Whether he unscrupulously crippled his feet and isolated the connection between the place and the outside.

Then he smiled and said: "Have you ever thought about it? We are the genus of dragons, the dragon's ditch, the beginning of the migration, to root in this place, do you know how many lives died in the middle? For many years, they have been Confucian saints. How many lives have you made for the **** rules?"

Chen Pingan asked: "Do you think that the rules of Confucianism are wrong, and the rules that have been made with you are right? Is it relevant? If you say that the saints are not doing the right thing, you can follow the mistakes. Besides, you have the ability to go. Quarreling with Confucian sages, fighting or angering at Guihua Island Ferry, what?"

The old man laughed and said: "What? It's not enough to spit out a grievance."

Chen Pingan said: "It seems that the Confucian saint did not shoot you to death, it is wrong."

The old man is not angry and laughs. "Boy, you and me are here to go around, what do you want to do? I want to shake your back with me, threaten me one day, your family, or yours." Will you come to me and Xiaolonggou?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said: "I have no relatives in my family, nor... a master."

The old man suddenly felt a little confused. "Are you looking for death?"

The old man nodded. "It's very strange. If you say something, I actually believe it. Well, since you don't have an elder and a master, I'm a bit courageous enough to kill you.”

The old man was acting resolutely, and he swayed in the golden robe without wind. He reached out and made a golden light in the sky, then slowly descended and pulled out a golden thread.

Chen Pingan was unaware of this. He took a step forward and walked to the front of the boat. He looked down at the depths of the sea. He seemed to be looking for the shackles and whispered: "Lu Shen, I know that you are watching this place, your intentions, I also I guessed some, but I borrowed your name to retreat, and you used it to calculate me. In this case, the trick is even. But you can tell Aliang in the sky, kill Chen Ping, Nanhai.蛟龙沟."

After saying this sentence.

Chen Ping's right hand punched his heart in a big heart. He had beaten his heart with Zhou's old man, in order to calm his mind. He said this with Lu Shen. Now it's a punch, playing the waves of the lake, making waves, even Even his own one-of-kind distraction was completely broken up and turned back to Lushan Boxing. In the final analysis, Chen Pingan is completely refusing to give Lu Shen the opportunity to display the inaction and dialogue with himself.

Chen Ping's left hand still couldn't lift it. The right hand that clenched the fist, after releasing the five fingers, bypassed the shoulder and reached out and held the sword that should have been given to a girl.

Chen Pingan suddenly let go of his hand and took off the **** pot at the waist. This time, drinking, just drinking, no longer for the Wufu on the battlefield, no longer to cover the first fifteenth. After Chen Ping's drinking, he left the sword and left it in the small boat at his feet. He silently said in his heart: "A Liang, Mr. Qi, Ning girl, I am sorry."

At first he thought about writing a shackle, so that he was qualified to talk about the conditions with the golden dad, and exchanged all the snake gallstones for the osmanthus stalks.

Before he thought about going down the mountain, he must give Jin Danjian a few horses to the horse.

Still thinking about getting off the boat, I must ask Fan to ask for a picture of Osmanthus Island. When I got off the boat, I went down the mountain and then sneaked to take the mountain watermark that Mr. Qi gave, and gently covered it.

All kinds of kinds, in the eyes of Chen Pingan, watching the lights.

I don't know when, the golden swords that are as thin as the hair in the sky have disappeared.

The golden old man's face was white, although his heart was suspicious, and he was extremely reluctant to believe what the boy said, but what if?

What if?

He couldn't help but turn his head and look to the direction of the hanging mountain.

But the next moment, the golden robe old man was full of surprises. After a slight nod, he laughed loudly, and the air golden swords reappeared, but this time it was no longer a glimpse, but a silky sly, like one of the suspended clouds. The plant is slender and watery, and it is swaying.

An overhanging mountain.

A tall man in a robe is standing on the edge of the cliff and looking away. It is not the dragon's ditch that he laid out, not even the cliff of the twin gods, not the green robe. Sitting in the sea of ​​the Rain Master's shoulders, but in the sea of ​​clouds, a refined man wearing a green shirt and a long sword, who had previously started from the sea near Laolong City, will soon arrive at Xiaolong. ditch.

This person has been away from the world for many years, the reason is very interesting, a sword is too strong, so thick to how he suppresses, can not stop the sword from pouring into the square, all close things, all turned into powder.

Therefore, this person will only travel to the world where there are few people in the world, among the clouds, all over the world, the mountains and the mountains, the land of savage...

Gao Da Shi's eyes are hot, this person is worth a fight!

But he quickly frowned. At the foot of the Confucian swordsman, there was a man who was holding a boat with a bamboo pole. It was a thousand hundred feet, and if he rushed to the thunder, he was not lost to the top of the head. The sword of the world.

Munahanzi said with a sigh: "My husband said, this time, Chen Ping is safe, it is good for him. If you hold Qi Jingchun's mountain print, go to the hanging mountain, with the temper of the second division's proud disciple, Chen Peace is to eat a lot of bitterness. Besides, my family is sincerely hope that Chen Pingan can find another way to go to the world, he is willing to charge Chen Pingan as a closed disciple."

The handsome and graceful heavenly sword repair, the eyelids are not lifted, just overlooking the distant dragon ditch, only said one sentence, "You are a famous Shen disciple, I want to sneak a small brother with my family. Ok, why don't you pick me up?"

The man is not annoyed, or the natural dull look and tone. "No fight, I will only row."

Where the sword repairs pass, if there is a sea of ​​clouds, it will be opened by itself. After a while, he is somewhat unhappy. "What do you follow me?"

The boat said honestly: "Go to Chen Ping and tell him clearly, lest he misunderstand my husband."

Jian Xiu suddenly said very seriously: "But I think you are very unsightly, what should I do?"

Zhouzi thought for a moment, "I won't go."

If it was true, the leaf boat suddenly stopped.

The man nodded. "You are not stupid."

He swayed in the wind, his face was resentful, muttered to himself, asking himself.

"Small Qi wants me to be your guardian. Will I promise? Xiao Qi is stupid and reading, I am not."

"So I won't promise."

Jian Xiu seems to be in a worse mood, and began to accelerate forward, so that the air turbulence behind him, rumbling, like a string of thunder ringing through the sea of ​​clouds.

When passing the rain guard and the gods and two gods, some people reprimanded them, and the sword was not allowed to fly over the gates. It was necessary to detour.

Jian Xiu bowed his head and blinked at random. The thumb pressed against the hilt and gently pushed it. The long sword fell to the surface of the sea. After only a few feet from the sea surface, the sword rose from the ground and a sword went straight. The **** of the gods gave the sword a split in half, and the golden light burst, such as the rising sun.

The long sword flickered and caught up with the master, quietly returning to the sheath.

Jian Xiu continued to move forward.

Reasonable?

He never likes it.

Want to reason with people, but also what to do with the sword?

Jian Xiu suddenly raised his eyes and looked forward. "In front of my face, I am a good man."

On the Yunlonggou, there are still seven or eight hundred miles away from Yunshangjian, the wrists are turned over, and then a slap falls out.

A sweet-scented osmanthus island, which was turned upside down in the air, slammed into the sea on dozens of miles away, and swayed violently. Then it seems to be boasted by the wind, wind and waves, and swiftly move forward, and instantly away from the dragon's ditch.

Then Sword repaired a finger.

Above the dragon's ditch, such as the opening of the gate.

There are always snow and white swords as big as waterfalls, and the roads are pouring down.

A dragon's ditch, the genus of the dragons that are closer to the sea, did not know the "white flood" that poured into the sea at the beginning.

Then when they return to God, they are already a pair of skeletons that maintain their original posture.

As for the golden swords that were recruited by the old robes of the golden robes, such as the floods of several dead branches facing the dyke, they have long been smashed and scattered.

A snow-white flood formed by a sword is constantly flowing into the dragon's ditch.

The golden robes and the Chen Ping on the lonely boat are always safe and sound.

In the dragon ditch, the sword pressure top, can be described as corpses across the field.

The golden robe is standing in the same place as the old man.

Is this not the case?

Is this 10,000?

A Confucian sword sword repair came to the edge of the dragon's ditch, stepping on the sea surface, slowly moving forward, the sea water was attacked by the sword gas, and instantly boiled and turned into a cloud, so the sword repair is still a volcanic volley.

He blinked Chen Ping and said with no expression: "Small Qi wants me to be your guardian. I didn't agree. Just like Mr. asked me to protect Xiaoqi, I still didn't agree. I chose the foot of the road, what do you want? The guardian."

He has some helpless looks, but there are some smiles in his eyes. "But you are my half-small younger brother. I can't deny this. And you dare to live and die, and die when you die. I feel very good, anyway, to me." Appetite, so I came to see you. Mr. and Xiao Qi, one is so old, one is not too young, being bullied, can only blame them for two dead brains, but you, young, giving So bullying, can't say it."

The sword is in the air and the words are light.

The golden robe old man from the body more than three hundred gas houses, a little bit of oozing white light, face stunned, face full of pain, but this battle is equivalent to the jade ancestors, even from beginning to end, not A little bit of sound.

"My sword is not as good as Aliang, but the sword is a little higher than him."

Jian Xiu looked at the boy named Chen Pingan, and extended his thumb. He pointed to the sky and pointed at himself. He smiled and said: "Oh yes, my name is left and right. It is the master of you and Xiao Qi."

Chapter end