Wei Yun looked up at Ye Gucheng, who had just come out. Thanks to this, he saw Ye Gucheng flying fairy completely.
Ye Gucheng did have no sword in his hand, but at this time Ye Gucheng was far more terrible than when he had a sword in his hand. Wei Yun felt that it was not Ye Gucheng but a sword that flew in and out of the Yellow River and flew over the white clouds.
The dawn has come to heaven and earth, but it seems colder and darker. Ye Gucheng’s face looks as cold, hazy and mysterious as if the dawn had just been revealed!
There was an opportunity before the emperor to report the results, but he was the emperor and the master of heaven. He believed that he would be safe and sick, so he came out. If time could be turned back, he would never make this decision again. After all, nothing scares an emperor more than putting his life in the hands of others.
The Yan told you to die in the middle of the night. Who dares to stay in the alley of Wugeng capital? Wugeng drum has sounded. This night is Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion and unknown night.
A full-bodied purple carriage walked slowly for a long time and suddenly a faint sound came out in the distance, "I’ll wait for you in the Hall of Supreme Harmony on the 15th of next month …"
It’s still dark in the distance, as if someone and no one … To be continued.
Chapter four hundred and fifty-one Sword singing
At that time, Ye Gucheng’s firm but gentle was less than a centimeter away from the emperor’s eyebrows, but when a piece of dead leaves hung in the air for a long time and fell behind, it seemed to cut through the sky, but firm but gentle suddenly disappeared like a dream bubble.
Sweat trickled down the cheeks.
"Drop …"
The gentle voice broke the breath and it was frozen and calm.
Life is precious because people often lose their heads before they can be completely white.
"Escort …"
Even the emperor will do what is best for him in his life.
The emperor’s voice is obviously often maintained. At this moment, it suddenly roars. Although it is blessed with great strength, its loud loudness is actually a master at home.
Panic and yelling mingled with the drake’s voice screaming and making a mess in the palace. At this time, all the people could not consider anything but rushing to court today’s St.
With the security brought by the heavy encirclement, the fear in the emperor’s heart was driven away. The emperor finally patted his chest and pointed to Ye Gucheng’s body and shouted, "Come on, bring me this rogue thief."
Tiger dies a terrible death in Ye Gucheng. At this time, he still maintains his parallel sword posture. The light firm but gentle still surrounds Ye Gucheng. There is no brilliance in his star-like eyes.
As soon as I heard the emperor’s command to prepare to use his golden statue to completely destroy Ye Gucheng’s body, there was a sudden stir in the noisy night.
Gong Jin Xiang Gong is a combination of Shaolin King Kong’s immortal magic, golden bell, iron cloth shirt and other outside kung fu. In this world, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks and other weapons, all kinds of palm power and finger strength are hard to hurt Gong.
However, the sound of the piano is gently turned to the ear and cried when he felt a churning in his insides. Just when he confronted Ye Gucheng head-on, the residual firm but gentle in the body broke out in the sound of the piano.
At this time, Gong just couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood, so he saw that Ye Gucheng in front of him was like a sculpture of quicksand accumulated for thousands of years, and he instantly melted several pieces of slag and dust.
Just as everyone was dumbfounded, the sword that was originally trapped by the magnet chain and abandoned by Ye Gucheng suddenly seemed to be caught by a big hand
"Buzz …"
"Clashing …"
The trembling sound of the sword and the swinging of the chain are endless
The overseas cold elite blew their hair and broke their hair. The blade was three feet three, and the net weight was six pounds four liang.
At this time, without the master’s sword, the "buzzing" became more and more fierce, which seemed to be resisting that big hand and seemed to be the last moan of his former master.
The hair magnet chain is specially made to restrain the world. It is good at making the weapon master. At that time, the official jin hong Longfeng Double Ring created the same magnet to cooperate with the official jin hong to get rid of the flying ring and enter the hidden weapons, which can attack and retreat and defend the day.
And the development of magnet chains, but the restraint of weapons is still in the official jin hong Longfeng Shuanghuan
However, with the shaking of Ye Gucheng’s sword body getting stronger and stronger, the cracks in the magnet chains are like cobwebs, and pieces of broken chains appear in the night. At this time, they are like a blaster bouncing out in all directions.
Looking at the big guards who were accidentally injured by flying iron pieces, Gong and others once again surrounded the emperor. After all, there are too many things happening tonight and everything in front of them is weird enough.
At this time, the Chinese sword broke all the magnet chains in a tremor, and then suddenly it turned out in Zhongling for more than ten laps, and then it was agitated and wanted to shoot away in the distance.
However, at this time, the sword suddenly spread out a desolate and sad artistic conception.
For a moment, several people seemed to see a virtual shadow reflected in the palace.
The rushing Yellow River water is rolling in from a distance, and the roar of the water waves is looming, and the mountains are surrounded by mountains. A towering lonely peak goes straight into the sky and is covered by white clouds.
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there is a fairy. This mountain is not only high, but also a fairy who walks on clouds and dances with swords faintly flashes in the lonely peak.
The immortal is naturally extraordinary, and his clearly visible figure seems to be shrouded in fog forever, and his face does not say his mystery.
However, only a green rainbow sword clearly blooms all its light here.
The simple transformation of chopping, chopping, teasing, stabbing and sweeping seems to drive the whole world faster and faster with the sword light, and the illusory picture is like a mass of flying catkins, which is generally rubbed by a big hand.
"Alas …"
I don’t know where to sigh in the night, and I can hear it clearly, and there is a faint sound of carriage coming.