Heavenly Star

In the field, the three heavenly powers looked at each other, and all their faces sank, and they raised their own degree to the extreme. They forced the people around them to squeeze out the momentum of the triangle and approached the cold cliff. After the three of them joined the battle group, they were bound to win, but they did not expect that he would always be led by his nose and his mind was always in the air.

There is no mediocrity in the Northern Emperor Sect, and every opponent near the cold cliff is a well-deserved strongman. It is by no means comparable to a normal warrior guard or a court guard. The weight of the pressure he suffered, how many times he was accompanied by every minute and every second, and how many times he passed away with death, only he knew it clearly. He has three palms and four swords in his body, blood stained half-length, he can not feel the pain of the body, can not feel the guilty chaos, only the more and more heavy weakness, he can not resist, that completely ignore Death, just want to kill more people obsessed with the support of him. Others, he has not taken care of it. It’s not terrible for him to die. Only regrets... I regret that I did not complete the delivery of Ye Wuchen... No screens to go out...

Three heavy and heavy gas fields pressed from him in three directions. The world in front of him suddenly dimmed. He made a backward posture and wanted to avoid it at the same time.

At the same time, the three men approached, and the body of the cold cliff had suddenly rushed forward. Facing the power of the inflamed soul of the mountain, it rushed straight to one of the heavenly powerhouses. The moment of the moment reached his limit.

Everyone present was surprised and a few people shouted out loud. From the retreat, he suddenly turned into a lightning-like forward, which was beyond everyone's expectations. The body of the cold cliff collided with the heavenly powerhouse that he was facing, and the power of a smoldering soul passed by his back. The other two bombarded him at the same time...

The world of the cold cliff is smashed, and the eyes are also distracted at this moment. His expression is not painful, no sorrow and unwillingness, and a **** spurt of blood sprays on the face of the person in front of him. In front of him, the heavenly powerhouse who collided with him, his back, appeared a **** green blade.

"Purple... Purple Elders!" All the people present were screaming, and even the incomparably Yan Cang and the four old people behind him were also shocked. The body of the cold cliff was smashed out by a great force, lying on the ground and no sound, only in the hands, still holding the wind blade that he never left. This is his murder weapon, one of the weapons of the wind and the sun, and the only thing left to him by the wind. Even if you die, you will not leave.

At this moment, they ignored the life and death of the cold cliff that had completely lost the threat, and surrounded the chaotic screaming in front of the old man who was pierced by the cold cliff. Pinger’s face was pale as paper. She threw herself on the cold cliff and shook his body. She finally had the opportunity to touch his body again, but now he can only have a blind eye. Look at the sky, but can't see her...

"Wood! Cold cliff! You get up... Get up! Don't die, I won't let you die, you are dead, who will take me out... You said you want to take me out." Screener grabbed him. The clothes, shouting heart, unconsciously, she felt her eyes, a drop of tears quietly dripping. She shed tears...even she didn't understand why her tears were so uncontrollably wanted to rush.

Looking at the cold blood covered with blood, there was no response to the cold cliff, the screen turned sharply, and turned to Yan Cang's direction: "Cang Bobo, you save him... Pinger beg you to save him... You You can have a screen life, or you can abolish his repairs. Please don’t let him die..."

Yan Cang's eyes swept over the body of the cold cliff. Although his breath was temporarily unbroken, his vitality was absolutely gone. They didn't need them to do it. Just a little while, he would have no chance. His gaze shifted to the screen, silent, his face showing a little amazement and twilight, wondering why she would pose such a gesture for him, he said plainly: "Dare to break into my North Emperor Zong, he should have had the enlightenment at this moment. Pinger, I will go back with me immediately, I can still keep you, if you persist in it... Hey, he is a sinister after all, when the Northern Emperor He can't hold you down."

"No... Cang Bobo... Cang Bobo, you saw it too. He is so powerful... You are always cherished, if he can join the Northern Emperor... I. I can convince him to be the Northern Emperor. The sect is effective, I beg you to spare him, to save him is good." Pinger shook his head desperately, crying for help.

Yan Crow frowned and sighed in secret: "If you really think so, then you are mistaken for him. This is a person who will not squat even if he interrupts his leg unless he voluntarily. Will betray his original master... Pinger, you are still young, I can't bear to be so ruined, so let you die early."

His right hand extended, and a hollow wave, a long iron sword on the ground flew up from the ground, and he absorbed his hand. His wrist turned over, and the long sword immediately drawn a line of cold light, flying to the throat of the cold cliff.

The sword flew with a sharp whistling whistle, but the moment the long sword broke hands, Yan Cang's eyes slammed a little, and a panic shouting would be mad out of the chest...

Oh...

The long sword enters the body, and the body that is pierced by the body will smash the scream of Yan’s forthcoming export. The strength of his high-level heavens is so powerful. The sword that he throws at his fingertips is that the cold cliffs in the heyday state are not easy to escape. And with the strength of the middle level of Pinger, it is impossible to capture its flight path. But the long sword left the hand for a moment, his eyes, he looked at the long sword that stabbed the cold cliff's throat and was blocked by a body that flung in front of him. At that moment, Yan Cang did not react at all...

The sword passed through the left chest of Pinger and pierced the heart directly. Her fragile body was not enough to completely contain the sword. The sword tip still passed through her body and stabbed to the cold cliff, but the sword pointed The direction, under the block, gave a slight change, not on the cold cliff's throat, but obliquely downward, smashing into his left shoulder and straight into the bone.

A sword, a half a squat, and a string of tightly lying bodies lying there, blood flowing down the sword, from top to bottom, from the back of the screen, along the blade fell into the cold cliff Above the left shoulder. Mixed with his blood.

The stinging, the cold cliff that almost completely collapsed consciousness restored the slight sobriety. Through the scattered eyes, he saw the sword in the blur, saw the block in his body, and the heart was pierced by a sword. Screen.

Yan Cang was stunned, and the four old men behind him were slightly turbulent. Yan Cang took a step forward and sighed: "Screen, why are you suffering?"

"Please... save him..."

The heart is the most vulnerable of the human body. If the heart of an ordinary person is worn by a sharp weapon, it will be killed immediately. Although the screen has a shallow repair, it can last longer than the average person, but the heart is worn, she has stepped into the dead door. There is no possibility of survival. Her consciousness is erratic, and her eyes are becoming more and more blurred. She slowly recites in the voice of weakness such as mosquitoes and flies: "Cang Bobo... please... save him..."

Yan Cangxin apologizes, but he is not a person who is emotional, and will not give up his principles because of apology. He closed his eyes with pain and groaned: "I have no children and no daughter in my life. You have always been my half daughter. You can go with peace of mind..."

His voice stopped abruptly, his brows slammed, and the four people behind him and the dozens of people around him became gloomy and horrified, staring in the direction of the screen.

Behind her, the cold cliff that had been alive and well was slowly rising straight in the trembling, his movements were extremely slow, and it looked very difficult, as if a wind blew, he could blow him down again. Go on. The sword that pierced his shoulder did not know when he had detached from his shoulder, but the blade had not moved yet, but he was firmly grasped in his hand with his left hand, because of the movement of the blade, the screen that was pierced into the heart. There will be a possibility of immediate death.

When his head was lifted up, two scarlet radiances were like the devil's horror eye, radiating a creepy cold **** man's eye under the night. Everyone’s gaze is forcibly attracted by irresistible forces, and at the same time they are concentrated on these eyes, and when these eyes appear, a violent temper is filled with endless resentment and sadness. Cut the heart of everyone.

A thing called shudder grows and swells in the hearts of everyone... and then the legend of these eyes condenses into something called panic.

"Blood kills the konjac!" Yan Cang lowered his eyebrows and drank. Cold Cliff once opened a **** killing konjac at the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference, and used a vanity blade to kill Yan Zheng. This is well known in the Northern Emperor. At the moment, it was the first time he saw this blood-killing konjac, but for the first time he saw these eyes, he would not hesitate to call its name. Even with him, when he faced these eyes, he felt a cold chill in his body.

"Blood killing konjac..."

"This should be the blood killing konjac!"

"He clearly is already a dying person. Why is it... blood killing konjac, is it terrible in the legend? Be careful!"

"Is it because I am dying... or because of the screen? Anyway, today I have to see what changes will happen after the blood is killed.... Don't be too nervous, how many of us are here, and we are dealing with it. Can't you kill a konjac?"

The four old men behind Yan Cang all had low voices, and their openings also showed that there was no small turmoil in their calm heart. At the same time, under the murderousness that made them secretly scared, they all secretly raised their anger, and did not have any reservations to do their best.

Unlike the first time in the endless resentment and unwillingness to kill the konjac, this time, he felt an endless desperation, endless resentment, and inner heart that seems to be overwhelmed by countless blood. Endless pain.

He didn't attack like a demonic demonic, but gently held his hand on the screen's body, acting as if it was touching a broken blisters. Watching her is a bloodless face, feeling the vitality of her unrecoverable land, a drop of scarlet liquid dripping from his left eye, falling on the face of the screen, along her The cheeks slipped down and pulled out a trace of blood.

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