Chapter 612 (1/2)
”Suddenly A wisp of wind blows slowly, and the ancient Chinese sword Qi gradually turns into nothingness and disappears. The body shape of no trace falls steadily on the ground below, and Ji Huang's body is quietly placed on the ground not far from the foot of no trace.
”Hoo A dull breath, from no trace mouth faint vomit out. A tear flashed in the traceless eyes, and looked into the dark sky in the distance with a solemn look.
At this time, in the traceless eyes, as if once again saw the figure of the fiery character of Su has tutor, is smiling face full of hope to his thumbs up. At the side of Su Ji's tutor, Yan Yu, a school of scholars, is bending his knees and playing the Guqin.
A trace of quiet and gentle music lifelike, clear and bright as a dream into the mind without trace. No trace tears in the eyes more Sheng, heart in vain for a while inexplicable peace. The sound of the zither has been lingering in my mind for three days.
I don't know how long it took, but Su and Yanyu met in traceless eyes. Then, they gently waved their hands towards Wu trace, and their nihilistic figures drifted slowly towards the distance and gradually faded away.
”No trace boy, no trace boy...” a burst of rapid and powerful cry, from no trace brain to know the sea in vain. The tune lingered in the room. The two shadows of the void in all gone were turned into foam.
”Hoo It is a dull breath again, light call and ER go from no trace mouth. The tears in traceless's eyes dissipated quickly, and his eyes were looking around the confinement space.
Tengteng, Tengteng, Tengteng
In the distance, the nine golden robe commanders move together in the void, and the nine strange golden awns fall from the void in an instant. The power of confinement in the confined space dissipates all of a sudden, and the original contact with the outside world is restored.
”No trace!” A white shadow flashed out, Ji Ruxue plunged into traceless arms. Ji Ruxue, who has always been as cold as ice, can't help but shed tears when she looks at Ji Huang, who is silent on the ground.
”Cher, it's all over!” Wu trace gently stroked Ji's beautiful black hair, and her eyes were filled with a soft voice.
At the same time, the sword nameless, aftershocks, two left and one right guards came. West Wind withers, poem belly China, two people stand on one side motionless, eyes full of vigilance toward the void above the nine gold robe commander-in-chief body look and go.
Di Xin, Lao Shuai Fu Hao, a group of strong men of Shang and Tang Dynasties, as well as the killers of soul hunting Pavilion led by Yu Hualong and Liu Zongren, the leaders of the four major families of song, Qi, Liang, Chen, and the powerful men of Penglai Dynasty, all of them have their eyes full of fanatical joy, looking at the powerful men of the residual forces of the Zhou Dynasty.
In the field, Shangguan Yunque, Shangguan yundun and the brothers are full of excited color in their eyes. At first sight, they are happy to win without trace.
”What's your name, boy?” In the void, the head of the golden robed commander-in-chief's eyes were shining, and he looked at the traceless body for a long time. Then he asked with more interest.