Farewell
At all a hand Wang Xinxiong strode toward the outside of the clause.
Looking at the back of Wang Xinxiong’s departure, Li Mosi’s face flushed with a different light and whispered, Mr. Wang is a respectable soldier, and I don’t understand why China was able to win the invasion of the Allied Forces sixty years ago because there were a group of soldiers like Mr. Wang.
Li Ling shook his head and sighed at Li Mo Si. What are you going to do?
Almost Li Mo Si smiled at Qin Tian.
Li Mo Si watched Qin Tian’s figure change gradually.
This is this
Looking at the moment Qin Tian Li Ling heart shocked.
The resolute face is like a knife cutting the skin, slightly dark, and the eyes are shining with unruly light, and a suffocating momentum seems to be a demon killed from a sea of blood.
This is what my uncle Li Zhenlong looks like.
Well, Li Mo Si nodded. Li Zhenlong is a great master. Although he has been missing for 16 years, his appearance should not change much.
At the same time, groups of ancient fighters from Beijing Beizhan Military Academy got together.
Master Yi Bai, you have brought ten bronze men and thirtysix monks.
Master Zhao, you have cultivated and improved.
We haven’t seen each other for more than ten years, don’t we?
Xufeng old man, you are good at Li Lao. I don’t know if he is now.
Hundreds of warriors gathered together to talk to each other.
However, they all avoided one topic at the same time, that is, this red imperial decree.
In the crowd, a man in his thirties was holding a long sword with a cold expression as if he could not hear the noise around him.
This sword suddenly a middleaged man walked to the front of his prime, and his eyes flashed with shock. He looked at his black sword in his arms. I don’t know what to call it.
Lingtian spoke coldly in the prime of life.
Longquan sword in your hand middleaged people’s eyes roll with excitement.
Well ling day cold nodded.
It’s a Longquan sword. Middleaged people trembled with excitement. Brother Ling Tian, can you lend me this Longquan sword?
Don’t borrow
Middleaged eyebrows a wrinkly, Ling Tian brothers, I’ll borrow it and have a look. It’s not that you want this Longquan sword.
The sword of the sword is not borrowed.
Still a sword idiot, the middleaged man shook his head and didn’t continue to insist, because he knew that for a sword idiot, a sword was life, and he wanted to borrow it unless he was killed.
On the other side, wearing a long hair plate and waist, wood blade Xu Yu is chatting with a girl wearing a white Tshirt and a pair of tight jeans.
The girl’s face is beautiful with a faint smile all the time, and her beautiful eyes seem to be talking.
If it is a virtual rain or a white lotus, then this girl is like a Xiao Qiang.
Sister Xu Yu, your true spirit is becoming more and more pure. The first master of the younger generation must belong to you. The girl smiled and spoke.
Virtual rain shook his head, and I couldn’t help thinking of Li Ling’s chuckle. I’m not allowed to be the first master of the younger generation.
Is there anyone worse than Sister Xu Yu?
A lot virtual rain line of sight swept away and looked around in the distance. The true monk looked at Lingtian with a black Longquan sword and seven ancient fighters who were no more than forty years old.
Snow mound, how can you come here this time? In the beautiful eyes of virtual rain, a bit of doubt passed and I looked at the girl around me.
Cecilia Han Guo shrugged his shoulders and said, My parents have gone abroad and can’t get back at the moment. My master had a stroke last year. If it weren’t for his true spirit, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to hold on to the great Han family now, so I’m the only one who can practice Gu Wu and Sun Tzu.
It’s been a long time since I met my friend in the virtual rain. At this moment, the monk Yuan Zhen walked over and ran. His hands closed and his eyes flashed strangely and stared at Cecilia Han. Amitabha, the benefactor, doesn’t know what to call him.
Little monk, there is something wrong with your eyes. Cecilia Han took a white look and secretly looked at his full chest. The monk said with a bite, If you take another look, I will break your dog’s leg.
Ahem, Amitabha’s benefactor is too angry, which is not good for girls. Monk Yuanzhen’s expression became solemn.
Tang Yan
Suddenly, the face of the virtual rain changed slightly, looking at the distance around Tang Hang, Tang Yan lost her way her breath
At this moment, Tang Yan lost his playful and lovely face in the past, holding Feiyun sword in his cold hand, and his beautiful eyes full of aura behind Tang Hang were full of cold looks.
Good Cold Sword is 500 meters away from Tang Yan. Ling Tian Huo Ran looked up and his eyes flashed a strong fighting spirit.
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Chapter 21 Ancient Dragon 【 20 More 】
Ling day eyes flashing thick fighting spirit is like a sword is about to be drawn, staring at the distant Tang Hang side expression cold Tang Yan new.
It seems that I feel Lingtian’s eyes. Tang Yan slowly turns his head, and those big eyes flow with strange light. It seems as if a bright moon is rising, cold and holy, with an indestructible and sharp gas.
Virtual rain frowning face with doubt color just a few short months Tang Yan will break through to the dark strength peak.
You know, a month ago, Tang Yan was just in the middle of his strength
Take a deep breath of qideficiency rain and walk towards Tang Yan without saying hello to the real monk Cecilia Han.
The line of sight swept away Tang Yan look at coming virtual rain corners of the mouth with a faint smile.
If it was the former Tang Yan, she must have skipped to the virtual rain to bend her arm, but now Tang Yan’s expression is very dull and she has a sense of distance
Uncle Tang
Virtual rain didn’t expect Wudang to send you here this time. Tang Hang looked at the virtual rain around him with a responsible look in his eyes.
Sister Xu Yu Tang Yan’s voice is very cold, as if it were floating from the distant sky.
Virtual rain eyebrows a wrinkly staring at the face with a faint smile Tang Yan spin that look at the Tang channel when Tang Shu Tang Yan breakthrough.
Just a few days ago, Tang Hang sighed in his heart. He never thought that Tang Yan’s personality would change so dramatically. With Tang Yan’s continuous breakthrough in the cultivation of Biyue Jianfa to dzogchen, her personality became colder and colder.