V3.C33 (1/2)

At the top of the three religions, a hero king is trapped. He is the death of a few swordsmen in white and the dignity of the whole thunderbolt world.

”Miscellaneous Xiu, do you want to fight against this king?” The king's treasure is ready to go.

”I ask you, the white sword died in your hands?” The Buddha and sword said separately and asked in a sharp voice.

There is a tradition in the thunderbolt world, that is, monks never talk about compassion, and turn around.

On the contrary, when it comes to violence, the Buddhist organizations in that world can only be described as ferocious. The title of violent monk is not just a title of a book. At least, the silver monk in front of him is no less tolerant when it comes to violence.

Looking up with pride, he said coldly, ”miscellaneous Xiu, are you questioning this king, or do you want to die?”

Su Yuan fan of shulou dragon, dressed in gorgeous costumes, shook and said with a smile, ”it's really a guy who doesn't listen to people's words, Buddha sword, and he can't tell.”

He didn't intend to talk nonsense any more. He was not a person who liked to talk nonsense.

”Separate, no, no, I can't help it!”

In the cold words, the intention of killing suddenly appears, the Buddha dish comes out of the sheath, the sky suddenly thunders, the huge Buddhist holy power appears, the inscription appears behind, a angry King Kong.

With a frown on her brow, she wanted to open up the treasure of the king, but at this time, the sky reappeared huge pressure.

The sea of clouds is surging, and the most quintessence of the sword of wind spreads out from the sky. The world has been filled with the meaning of killing sword. It seems that there are countless sounds of sword ringing in my ears. Even the Dharma power of Buddha sword is suppressed.

The people raised their heads, and the transcendent swordsman fell from the sky.

”Head up a thousand hills, in the wind, you can find the enemy and discuss the sword together. The high place is too cold.”

When the peerless figure falls, the silk cloak is slightly raised, and a finger points to the glittering gold. In his eyes, the murderous intention is awe inspiring, ”crazy man, pay for my apprentice's life!”

”Traces of the wind.” The Sword Fairy trace whispered when he saw the visitor.

”This guy's got a big deal.” Long Su shulou shook his head and covered his face with a round fan, and his eyes glanced towards the golden light, full of schadenfreude.

The sword is thrown out from the cloak behind. Suddenly, the cold light comes out of the sheath. The trace of the wind can be seen on the sword. It kills Jingshan.

”The wind trace will deal with the enemy in white clothes, but the trace of friendship and wind will be recorded.” Before the sound falls, the sword has arrived.

Come on Fast beyond the cognition, under the first sword, the gold glitter and dazzle to see the red.

”This guy What's the matter? ” A thought flashed in his mind, and the wind came to him again. He felt cold on his neck. He did not want to open the king's treasure, and a slender sword appeared in front of his neck to resist it.

When!