The ink-burning hand is pinched in the dark, his heart beats like a drum, and the veins at the temple are twitching. He stares at all the arrogant things in front of him. There is a crazy thought in his heart - Nangong Changying will always want The life of Nangong Temple. And is he really going to stand like this? Can he really stand up so calmly? !

He was shaking, he was suffering, but fortunately no one saw his strangeness. The line of life and death in the enchantment had been as good as the fine sand, gathering all the gaze.

The sword will be **** at any time.

Wanmu was stunned, and the ink burned the hidden weapon in the sleeve. The fingertips rubbed on the edge of the sharp sleeved arrow. He wanted to do one thing, but that thing made his fear grow like a weed.

Suddenly, the body of Nangong Changying trembled.

This trembling is too obvious, and everyone can see clearly.

Xue Zhengxuan was shocked: "What happened?!"

Nangong Changying could not see the specific position of Nangong, and his position of the sword was actually somewhat biased. However, Nangong Temple can't make a sound, a little voice, and a strange flow of wind can make Nangong Changying react.

He stared blankly and reluctantly on the face of his ancestors, licking his lips, and his lips were full of blood.

"You are... Nangong... eh?"

"!!!"

This time, don't say Xue Zhengzheng, how many people who stood in front of the words heard a cold greeting.

- Nangong Changying is conscious? ! ?

The smoldering face also changed abruptly. The cold light flashed in his sleeve, and the dark arrow that was about to come in hand was taken back by him. His back has been soaked in cold sweat and his heart beats wildly.

It’s dangerous... I’m almost exposed myself...

He felt lucky for not having to shoot, but then he was disturbed and disgusted by the luck he had born.

In front of this mountain, the two souls of his past life and this life are fighting in the dragon, constantly biting and entangled, tearing each other bloody, biting flesh and blood.

He doesn't know how long he can support.

"Nangong...oh...the seventh..."

In the enchantment, the sword of Nangong Changying’s high hanging is slightly offset.

A little bit, one inch...

Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "Is he really conscious?"

No, not conscious.

It is to restore recovery consciousness and restore the remaining consciousness in this body.

Mo-burn knows that Xu Shuanglin, who is hiding in a corner of Lushan Mountain, is like a poor pipa performer. He has never danced such a huge and huge puppet, and he is almost unable to hold it.

Nangong Changying is about to break free from him -

"brush!"

The ink burns in the future, and the sound of the sound that penetrates the flesh makes his scalp numb and the pupils shrink.

In an instant.

Bloody madness!

A few silent, suddenly a twist into the extreme shouting in the ears, a sword frost, straight puncture periosteal - "Auntie!!!"

"Ye girl!"

"Leaves forget!!"

Left and right clamped the eyes of the red-eyed red-eyed madness, lest she do something radical, but people soon discovered that it would be more than one thing, what can she do? She is not a member of the Nangong family. How can she be left and right? In front of Lushan, she is just an outsider.

She can't get in.

Nangong Changying’s sword ruthlessly penetrated the shoulders of Nangong’s shoulders. If he could look at his eyes, he was afraid that he had already opened a hole in the chest of Nangong’s chest.

Nangong squatted and seemed to want to say something, but Changying immediately pulled the sword and splattered the blood. The Nangong, who fell to the ground, spit out a large amount of blood. Even supporting himself was hard to do, struggling several times, and finally Suddenly fell in the mud.

I don't know what Xu Shuanglin did, perhaps to donate the power of the nucleus, or perhaps to control Nangong Changying with all consciousness.

This body, which was about to restore the consciousness of God, suddenly became the doll of the killing decision. He carried the sword, and there was blood in the fine sword groove, which was ticking on the ground, glaring at the moonlight, gathering. Into a small beach, dark and uncertain.

Nan Gongyi once again wanted to climb from the ground, but failed. He was in the mud and barely raised his face.

The ink burns the eyelashes and closes the eyes.

He would rather Nangong to not let people see this face, an original proud, flying, never clean, handsome face, only blood and mud at the moment, almost can not see the five senses, wolf enough to make anyone who has a conscience Feeling sad.

Although Nangong’s eyes are not sad.

There is still fire in his eyes, there is still light.

Nangong Changying wants to make up another sword, but a white light smothers and fights with him. Naibaijin screams and screams, murderous, regardless.

"Auntie..."

Ye Yexi has almost collapsed, and Nangong Temple does not look at her. He only stares at Jiang and can't help but see, **** lips and teeth open and close.

He couldn't make a loud noise at the moment, but Jiang Yan understood his lips, he held his hand, and a pair of brown eyes stared at the shaking of Nangong's lips.

Nangong Temple is finished.

Jiang Yandao: "...good. I know."

"Hey..."

It was a blunt sound, and Naobaijin was shot with one hand by Nangong Changying. The movement of it was far greater than that of its own owner. Pang Shuo’s snow-white body wrestled between the trees and leaves, and pressed a large piece. branches and leaves. Then its spiritual power could not support it. "There was a smog in the original place. The smoke had not yet dispersed. There was a fluffy white milk dog in it, but it was not in the palm of the hand. Big, very hard to bite the clothes of Nangong Changying.

That is the prototype of the larvae of Naobai.

Nangong tweeted and whispered: "Go, go."

"Hey!!" Nai Platinum does not go.

But this point of strength, biting in Nangong Changying, just like mud cows into the sea, never go back, Nangong Changying is too lazy to pay attention to it, he moved his fingers, smashing the mountains and shaking the mountains, those who were previously bound by Nangong Thousands of corpses that lived were pulled out of the ground by the vines.

Pulling the mountains.

Destroy the dead.

In the eyes of Nangong, there was a fierce luster in his eyes. He actually put his hand on the ground, and there was a pain in his chest and a smash! !

He used his own practice for more than 20 years of spiritual nucleus, using his own hard work of more than 20 years of cold winter heat, desperately throwing and never looking back and bloody: "Shen Zhi!!"

crack.

He can clearly feel the core of the heart that has been with him for twenty years, and it bursts in an instant.

Very light, like the wind blowing over the spring lake, blowing ripples.

Very heavy, like the broken mountain, rolling earth and stone.

In the end, it turned into powder.

At that moment, Nangong was vaguely a little relieved. It was this taste that the original nuclear power was broken. Although it hurts, it is not a heartbreaker.

Then, when A-Ning died, she should not suffer too much.

It’s all there is no need.

The spirit of the dragon was really trembling because of his sacrifice. The blood vines that were supposed to be loosened suddenly closed again, clinging to the zombies that were about to be broken. Nangong Changying slightly raised his chin, and he lowered his voice "Hm?" and then walked to the front of Nangong and stood still.

At this time, Nangong was unable to move in one step, lost the spiritual core, and he was no different from ordinary people.

He can't even recall his own sword.

He gasped and looked up at his face, reflecting the moonlight in the eyes, and reflecting the face of Nangong Changying against the moonlight.

"Too much head..."

Nangong Changying’s eye-catching ribbon hunt in the cold wind. He stood there for a while, his fingertips moved again, but the spirit of Lushan was sacrificed to the original owner’s body because of the sacrifice of Nangong’s spiritual core. The instructions could not be immediately reacted, so those blood vines still had no movement, and even slammed the corpses of the riots and continued to sink to the ground.

However, Nangong knows that he can't support it.

As long as Nangong Changying has the heart to swear to order, Lushan finally obeys the instructions of the first master, and he can't change it.

However, although it cannot be changed, he will still pay such a price and do his best.

Innocent in my heart.

Outside the enchantment, the ink burned and clenched the lips and teeth, and the sleeves and arrows were at the fingertips. The lines of his face were stretched to the extreme, and his hands trembled slightly under the robes.

Inside the enchantment, Nangong said: "Too masters... I can't help, I still...what... nothing has been done..."

The ancestor's sabre was lifted again, and Nangong was trying to close his eyes.

Suddenly, just as he was about to squat on the neck, he saw Nangong’s long and narrowly turning his neck. Difficult, from the socket of the alveolar, squeezed out the sentence, “You...called... Nangong...驷?"

Nangong squatted and hoarsely said: "Too palm? You, are you conscious? You... can you understand my words?!"

The latter sentence can't be heard, but everyone can see that the action of Nangong Changying's men suddenly slowed down, and his lips slightly open, apparently talking to Nangong.

"I...should not... fight with you..."

The sword of Nangong Changying is still hanging, but his throat is intermittent and makes a very slight sound.

"My heart still exists... I remembered in the past... Before I died, I was worried that there will be changes in later generations..." He just regained his consciousness, his words were not clear, and he was hoarse. "I don't think...I have it today."

Nangong Chang Yingdun paused and resumed: "Nangong... Hey. For a while... After me... After I finished the curse... You immediately... Take the bow and arrow... I..."

Bow and arrow?

What bows and arrows?

Nangong’s brain creaked, and there was no reaction at the moment, but Nangong Changying had a long sword, brushing the ground and scratching the ground, and making a long-distance like a dragon. Then he swept a few feet back and the clothes fluttered like a fairy.

Nangong Changying is shaking, and at this moment he is forced to get rid of the control of the man. Every time he speaks a word, he will lose a lot of power.

"Wear, cloud, call, come."

Almost every word, I finished this sentence. In the hinterland of Lushan, I suddenly heard a long and clear scorpion. The land in front of Nangong Temple burst open, and the deep blue corner bow could not be heard. It sounded and it was a long night.

Everyone is ashamed, even the people who are so cold in the evening, are slightly discolored.

The legendary martial arts of the first generation of the Confucianist Gates

Wear the clouds!

"Fast, take away!" Nangong Changying dumbly, he trembled fiercely, as if he was confronting the invisible spider thread, trying not to let himself go up and pick up his **** bow through the clouds, "wearing The arrow of the cloud can burn the flesh and blood...burn."

Nan Gongzhen actually understood what he meant, but the stimulus was too big. He couldn't believe it, so he said dryly, "What is it burning?"

"I!" Nangong Changying suddenly angered and violently drunk.

"Too much!"

"Don't let my body... make... I was alive... the most hated... things." Nangong Changying grew up in a sturdy position, and Xiaoyi, the last word after a hundred years, "burned."