MTL - Everlasting Sword God-Chapter 704 Qi
If we say World War I, it only proves the strength of Yuanshan.
Tonight, his throne was proved by blood!
Six batches of people, thousands of masters, actually came down in front of him alone, and even beheaded a thousand people, blood flowed!
The unnamed stream under the mountain turned into red for days.
——So named after "Red Creek"!
And this valley, named "Thousands of People", this temple is called "Killing Temple".
How fierce this battle was, how frightening Yuan Shan's reputation was.
Fight against the siege of a city with one person's power.
— In the end, it actually won.
This is what the great swordsman of the year did not necessarily do.
People who were paying attention to Shen Sangong's son originally were not attracted by the sick sword fairy!
Just such a reputation has no meaning to Yuanshan.
He is back.
But it was cold.
-Life is dead.
Shen Zhenyi could see it at a glance.
If the dragon is not successful, the essence and blood are fed, the essence and blood are exhausted, and life and death are difficult.
This may be the only way for ordinary people to light up their lives. Even if there is only a momentary brilliance, it is enough to illuminate the dazzling night sky of Xuantian City, leaving a thick ink in this dark and depressed world!
This is also the fate of Yuan Shan.
— And the completion of his fate.
At this time, even Shen Sangong could not—or was unwilling to stop him.
Shen Zhenyi slightly bowed in tribute.
"They won't come again."
Yuan Shan's tone disappeared from the previous ridicule, calm as a machine.
He now says that every word needs to be exhausted, and there is not much to say. Of course, we can only choose the key points.
"let's go."
Instead of reaching out and holding the show, he turned silently, stepping into the darkness of **** smell again.
"Uncle Yuan!"
Declaration jumped up and ran to reach out his hand towards his back.
Shen Sangong gently squeezed his sleeves, a soft force would block the performance, and pushed him gently in front of Miss Yuan: "Stop touching him."
Yuan Shanzhang walked alone.
His hands were empty, as if to fall at any time, but swayed, still moving forward all the way, leading the way forward.
Miss Yuan hugged the announcement and was surprised and surprised.
Declaring what seemed to be in advance, struggling, but not afraid to move, just staring at the back of Yuan Shan, the teenager's throat hissed, not knowing what sound was being made.
"go."
Shen Zhenyi looked up at the sky, the stars fell, shattered the desolate night sky, and the pines in the mountains moved with anger.
He waved and motioned for everyone to follow.
Outside, the smell of blood was tangy.
Ms. Yuan hugged the performance, carefully approached Shen Zhenyi, and quietly asked, "Mr. Yuan, is he all right?"
Even she could see that Yuan Shan was wrong.
——She didn't know the fierce fighting outside the ruined temple, but she could also imagine.
"He is dead."
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly.
"In order not to waste his chance in exchange for his life, you should hurry up."
"what?"
With wide-eyed eyes, the declarant exclaimed, "How is this possible? Obviously"
With his immature fingers toward Yuan Shan's back, the swordsman who had just created a miracle was silent, but stepped forward and walked forward.
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-But it doesn't look like it's dead anyway.
Occasionally, someone came out from the side, and a white light immediately fell, and his head fell to the ground.
Dead, can you still kill?
"It's just anger."
Shen Zhenyi may not be blindfolded, the crystal throne fluttering, walking through the blood of the dead.
"Remaining energy?"
The performance was not clear.
"After the death of the strong man, the gas is not exhausted, the comet strikes the moon, the white rainbow runs through the sun, and the goshawk hits the temple."
Shen Zhenyi sighed: "This is the remaining energy."
"Although Yuan Shan is dead, he still has the remaining energy. He will have to finish this road and send you back to the homeland of Bingyuan to end it."
This is the last insistence and belief.
Miss Yuan covered her mouth and couldn't cry.
Chu Huoluo, Long Junzhu, and Zi Ningjun couldn't help being silent, turned around in unison, and looked towards Yuan Shan's back.
"Hurry up! With me, I won't hurt Xuan Gongzi!"
Suddenly Yuan Shan turned back and grinned.
He no longer coughed, pale and handsome, but he was actually just a teenager.
Declaring tears like rain.
As Yuan Shan said, everyone went to the ice field without any setbacks and obstructions. At most, they only suffered from ringworm, and even relying on Yuan Shan's remaining strength to stop talking, they could be easily resolved.
The battle over the ruined temples was frustrated by the manpower mobilized by all forces.
It is too late to re-organize the Malay Sniper Demonstration on the road.
Heaven prison, bottomless, unpredictable.
"Xuanjia's bloodline is retained."
In the last cell, a Jinyi man spoke to an old man.
"And retain it in such a gorgeous way, Xuan Tianwei, your bones are harder than I thought, and your plan is deeper than everyone thinks."
The old man had to be white and closed his eyes, as if he could hear nothing and couldn't see it.
Even the news that his cherished young grandson was out of danger still could not move him.
"I don't know what your Xuan family is hiding on the ice field."
Jin Yiren didn't care about his response either, just talking to himself.
"But I know that it must be something that can subvert the existing order of Xuantian City. Now the inside of Xuantian City is in danger, and the factions may tear their faces at any time and cause a war. At that time, all the jade will be burnt! Master Xuan, do you Willing to let the beasts outside the city take advantage of the fishermen and destroy the last hope of the people? "
His tone was weird, with a thrilling excitement.
-But with a high level of indifference.
The old man was Xuan Tianwei.
Ancestor of the Xuan Family.
Hearing the words of Jin Yiren, he slowly raised his head and finally opened his eyes.
Eyes are blood.
"Mr. Jiu would care about the beast outside the city?"
Xuan Tianwei's tone was a little ironic.
"Do these forces in the city really care about the beasts outside the city?"
He couldn't help laughing at himself.
If these people fighting for power in the city really care a little bit about the crisis outside the city, I am afraid that it will not evolve into today's situation.
Today's Xuantian City has decayed to the extreme and rotted to the extreme.
If you can't squeeze out the rotting puppets, then it will be a disaster in the morning and evening.
Xuan Tianwei already saw the end.
Therefore, in Yuan Da, he had already predicted his death, but he still did not attempt to save himself. Instead, he was thrown into his fate like a moth.
"People have their own fate."
As he said to Nian Youyuan Mountain.
He also believes.
