Marquis of Grand Xia

Ice and Snow Heaven and Earth, the little girl is alone, carrying Red Clothes, still not awake.

I don’t know how far I went, I don’t know how long I have gone, I don’t know how many people I have worshipped, the little girl’s clothes that have never stopped for a moment are wet with sweat, and my forehead is dyed red by blood.

The cold wind in winter, blowing on the body, cold and biting, many days without sleep, even if you have entered Innate, the little girl is gradually unable to support, every step, the delicate body will take a step.

Not far away, in the village, Dangdang’s iron hitting into the ear, a sound, a sound.

The little girl looked up at the front, there was not much brilliance in her big eyes, and she walked a few more steps. Suddenly her consciousness was blurred and she fell silently in the snow.

The village, before Smithy, was seen by the little boy who was chopping wood, and immediately left the hatchet and ran over.

“Mother, some people fainted”

Seeing the two figures in the stun of the snow, the little boy’s still tender face showed a sharp color, loudly toward the rear room. Shouted.

The sound has fallen soon, not far from the room, a woman out, see the village in front of the two shadows fell in the snow, back to the road, “the child his father, really someone fainted, hurriedly go to see”

House, An honest-looking middle-aged man put down his hammer and looked out at once.

“It’s a little Miss, there is a young man”

The middle-aged man saw that he didn’t dare to delay, and quickly went out and greeted him, “The child is his mother, You also come to help.

“Well”

The woman dropped her hand and quickly followed.

In the snow, the coma girl, the blood on the eyebrows is still visible, for a blessing, worshiping many people, and asking for many.

The man picked up the Red Clothes young man on the snow and helped the woman and the little boy to lift the girl and walked carefully toward the village.

In the house, the fire is beating, very warm, in stark contrast to the cold outside.

The man and the woman put the two men in a coma down on the bed in the inner house, and immediately took the hot water to warm up the two.

“Please come over and see the doctor.” The two young women who looked at the bed, some could not bear.

“Well, please”

The man hesitated, or nodded.

“I am going to please”

The little boy heard it and ran out to the village.

After a while, the old man of a green shirt was panting and was pulled by the little boy. After entering the house, he took a long breath.

“Dr. Li, please show these two children soon.” The woman looked worried.

“This is to see”

The old man put down the medicine box and walked forward, one by one to give the two people a pulse, the old face could not help but reveal a strange color, so strange Pulse.

“What?” The man opened his mouth and asked.

“This small miss Fortunately, just a long run tired, overdrawn the body, rest a few days will be able to recover, just, this young man’s pulse”

said here, the elder gently shook his head, Tao, ” This is not the pulse of the human being, or the pulse of the living. “

……

Black Ink Star, Jiyu Peak Dao Platform ago, three The Tao figure respectfully stands, fifth peak, sixth Peak, seventh Peak, three peaks of the Lord arrive together, waiting for brought life.

“老五”

On the Dao Platform, Black Ink Lord speaks, indifferently says, “How long have you been in the door”

“Three hundred years” Qi Huan Respectfully.

“It turns out that it has been so long”

Black Ink Lord The old scorpion flashed a touch of emotion and looked at the Varius Peaks that had become empty mountains. “I teach you Immortal Art, how is cultivation?”

“The disciple’s aptitude is dull and he can’t comprehend the true essence of Immortal Art.” Qi Huan bowed his head and said.

Black Ink Lord heard, brows slightly wrinkle, said, “You come forward”

Qi Huan looked up, stepped out, and walked to Dao Platform.

Black Ink Lord Raises his hand, the colorful brilliance shines, and an original Strong is constantly pouring into the former body. The vastness and terrible pressure make the entire Black Ink Mountain shake.

“呃”

A squeaky snoring sounded, and Qi Huan’s mouth was swaying with blood, and it was difficult to get the Immortal Art into the body.

The shining colorful brilliance is getting more and more popular, and Qi Huan is getting stronger and stronger in Aura. It breaks through the Void Boundary limit and enters Reality Boundary.

“Ah”

The blood of collapse and scatter is filled with between Heaven and Earth. The cost of strengthening the cultivation base is also beyond the tolerance. Qi Huan is constantly shaking and bloody.

After half an hour later, Black Ink Lord closed his hand, Aura converges, looks at the person in front of him, calmly said, “Go, don’t let the teacher down”

“Yes “

Qi Huan is still shaking, barely standing up, and then turns and walks toward Jiyu Peak.”

Sixth Peak and Lord of Seventh Peak flashed a sorrow and silently lowered their heads.

True Martial Star, a lonely city in the boundless wilderness, is inaccessible, was completely destroyed by the war hundreds of years ago, and is now unoccupied.

In the city, in a broken Residence, Purple Clothes Marquis waited quietly, and there was only one person in the city.

Xiang Yuan did not return, Lu Luo went out to find medicine as usual, leaving Zi Chuan to defend the stronghold.

Waiting for a few days, no one has returned, and Purple Clothes Marquis’s face is getting impatient, and Aura is shaking, and her heart is full of irritability.

At this moment, over the city, the clouds are rolling, the thunder erupts, the amazing pressure, a figure of Tsing Yi appears, slowly falling.

Purple Clothes Marquis looks at the figure that appears in the sky, looks a glimpse, and is shocked.

How did he find it here?

“Zi Chuan, go back with me”

Qi Huan landed, boundless pressure, the entire city collapsed, the mountains lower falls, and fell ten feet.

“Can’t do it”

Purple Clothes Marquis looks calm and says.

“That will die”

The voice fell, and Qi Huan stepped on the foot and turned the palm of his hand, and immediately deceived himself.

The sudden killing, without warning, Purple Clothes Marquis, waving, purple sword edge appears, blocking the former Palm Strength.

With a bang, the tiger’s mouth cracked and the blood spilled. Purple Clothes Marquis stepped back and the blood on his arm overflowed.

“Impossible, how can you have such a cultivation base?” Purple Clothes Marquis’s face sinks, said.

“Say again, go back with me” Qi Huan coldly says.

“Impossible”

Purple Clothes Marquis Step forward, sword light Linghua, and then open the chapter of life and death.

The palms and swords that succumb to each other, Hua Guangdao, each is a prelude to death, the same door, the eyes of the eyes, seemingly ruthless, blood and tears fall in the heart.

The desolate city, in the two battles, completely became ruins, dusty sandstone flying, shielding the sun.

There is no doubt that he used to be him. He knew that he was also involuntarily. When Zi Chuan was in pain, the point on the sword was getting faster and faster, and he was only alive.

Qi Huan swayed the sword edge, his face did not show emotions, and he did not care for his hands. Every move was the dance heaven moving earth.

Beyond the fierce battle of imagination, Purple Clothes Marquis was shocked and shocked, and the sword was pushed to the limit to counter the opponents.

“呃”

A sullen, Palm Strength breaks through the sword light and is printed on the chest. Purple Clothes Marquis takes a few more steps and spills red.

Seeing the unfavorable, Purple Clothes Marquis pointed to the left hand, the condensate, a word of the rainbow and the sword, the Immortal Technique, the world, a sword, broke through the sky.

“Immortal Art, Purple Rainbow Pierces The Sun”

Immortal Technique Out, the sky is purple, the sword intent is full, and the sea is broken.

Qi Huan sees, the scorpion picks up, said, “Zi Chuan, the real Immortal Art, this is the case”

“Seven Rainbows Bury The Sun”

In the voice, Qi Huan raised his hand, suddenly, within a hundred miles of the principle of principle scrolling, the front of the void, an illusory Divine Sun appears, instantly collapsed invisible, swallowing the people in front of you.

Colorful, purple rainbow collided, the horrible aftermath of the horror rushed out, terrible power, instantly annihilated the surrounding void, shocking a hundred miles.

After the wave, Purple Clothes Marquis flew out, and the blood was flying like rain.

“Magic Pro”

No more hesitation, Purple Clothes Marquis is pacing, black and white, violent black waves, endless rise.

In the black air, Zi Chuan’s face changed rapidly, Demon Mark criss-crossed, pale eyes, pupils disappeared, and the sinister abnormalities made people feel cold.

The next moment, the Baie demon shadow appeared, and the majestic Demon Qi was all over the place.

The devil is added, and the Purple Clothes Marquis is under the pressure of the body, and the foot moves, and the figure disappears instantly.

Sword edge fell, behind the demon shadow at the same time, the Demon Qi sword was over, the void directly collapsed, nothing.

Qi Huan 眸 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 掌上 掌上 掌上 掌上 掌上 掌上 Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi Qi

A whistling sound of the sea, the two people spontaneously quit, and the blood stained red clothes.

“Immortal Art, 惊虹”

The aftermath is not exhausted, but see a rainbow of light passing over, breaking the Space, and immediately before him.

Purple Clothes Marquis Swords, suddenly, Merit Body is a stagnation, it is difficult to mention True Yuan.

“How can I”

I can’t wait for the defense, and the reaction is too late. The rainbow is passing through, and it is full of blood.

Dust and sand, a touch of white robe illusory shadow silently disappeared, slammed into the ground, blood dyed red Great Land, unwilling and shocked eyes, to death, can not be eye-catching.

Not far away, Qi Huan looked at the figure lying in the blood, and it was hard to hide it in his sorrow. He turned around and burst into tears.

“I hope that the future will not be goodbye”

The voice fell, and Qi Huan stepped away and disappeared under the sun.

The cold wind blew, the dust sand flew up, covering the dead soul of the war, Zi Chuan, the seventh son of Black Ink Gate, a hundred years ago, lucky, a hundred years later, the dead robbery can not be avoided.

The sadness of the same door, Black Ink Gate, who can be exceptional.

The setting sun sets, the cold moon gradually rises, the distance, the green light gathers, Lu Luo who looks for medicine, looks at the distant city, suddenly, the body trembles.

“Zi Chuan”

The figure flashed and rushed to the front.

In the collapsed Residence, the purple clothes dyed the dust, and only the unwilling eyes, still refused to close, looked at the sky, seems to be accusing the unfairness of God.

“Zi Chuan, 呃”

Sorrowful, painful, seeing an incredible scene in front, Lu Luo stunned, two steps forward, and the body trembled.

The green clothes that fell to the ground, always calmly face, this moment can no longer remain calm, tears drop down and fall into the dust.

Once treated harshly, swearing again and again, Senior Sister, who is dependent on each other, is angry with Junior Brothers who hate iron. However, in this world, they are the last loved ones of each other, how can she really be true? Don’t care about him.

The cold wind blows through, the sorrows, the sadness in the wind, the sorrows, the sorrows, the hustle and bustle…