In the blink of an eye, those black-faced monks swooped from the clouds and swayed like swords, stalking for the gulls who were hunted for food, and rushed toward the camp where the casualties were heavy.

The ink burning has already reacted at this time. As the predecessor of the emperor, the atmosphere of these people being controlled by the precious pieces is too obvious. These pieces are exquisite, perfect, strong, and the half-hanging that Xu Shuanglin does. different.

It can never be their opponent.

The smoldering of the smoldering is almost a sigh of relief. For those who have never learned the true wisdom of Jane Chess, he said: "Run!!"

He clung to the wrists of Chu Xiaoning, and another Jiang Yan, who was sitting on the ground, pushed the crowd along the way, and the pupils contracted sharply.

"Run! Get out of here! Leave the soul station! Don't leave! Don't hit! Can't beat!!"

You don't have to say it more and more. When the first piece of chess landed on the sword, everyone was shocked by the strength of his monks and they were rushing toward the ramp.

At the forefront, he was a timid horse owner. He first rushed to the stone gate of the ramp and stopped.

The people behind them stopped one by one, one by one, and they slammed together. Some people roared, "What happened?! Why stop?!"

The voice of Ma Zhuang’s master came from the forefront of the darkness with obvious horror and crying.

"Off, closed..."

"What is it closed?"

"When Hua Binan escaped, he closed the stone door..." Ma Zhuang said, his feet were soft, and he squatted desperately on the ground. It was full of tears and sifting. "This is the mountain." Stone, commonly closed, there is no blood of the Nangong family, yes... definitely can’t open it.”

Someone hurriedly said: "Although Nangong Temple is not there, but there is Nangong Liu! Isn't he who is made into a chess game on the mountain? What about others?"

"In the front hall, I felt that he was useless, and he did not bring him over..."

工具好 Panel filled the whole thorax.

"What should I do?"

"Going out hard?"

There are still people who are still unclear in the outside, and there are more people who disposed in the inside. There are more people who can’t get in, and they can only fight **** the scalp and export the mysterious pieces from the sky.

In the dim, Huang Xiaoyue suddenly yelled: "Let me go! I can open this door!"

He struggled to push the crowd apart, like a fish on the way to the front of the stone gate.

Ma Zhuangzhu raised his tearful face and said: "Yellow Road?"

"Get out, let me come!"

"But your name is Huang, you are not surnamed Nangong..."

Huang Xiaoyue ignored him, and the golden knife came to the horse. He waved wide sleeves. Fortunately, he still kept a little blood from Nangong, which was originally secretly saved in order to steal the secret room. He also deliberately applied a spell to the blood, not letting it dry up immediately.

However, this spell can't last too long. At this moment, he can't help but glad that all this shock happened in a blink of an eye. I hope this blood is still useful.

Huang Xiaoyue took his own thin old hand and pressed it on the broken stone.

The voice of the dragon was heard in the martyrdom: "Where are you, who?"

Heartbeat.

Huang Xiaoyue said: "The Confucianism is the seventh... the seventh generation of blood clan, Nangong, worship."

Set a few moments.

The magic dragon hoared: "Don't leave... Gong Gong... Master..."

"boom--"

When Shimen lowered, Huang Xiaoyue made the first martyrdom. The disciples of Jiangdongtang followed up one after another. The Mazhuang owner quickly climbed up and raised his hand. "Wait for me! I came out and I came out to me-"

A sword fell on his chest.

Ma Zhuang’s face was stagnation and looked up: “Huang Daochang, what are you doing?”

Huang Xiaoyue sneered: "When I was in the heart of the worm, I was opposite to the camps of all of you. If you let go out at this moment, I am afraid that the war will be calmed down in the future, and those who are looking for Huang will be like ants, and Huang is old. I can't afford it."

Ma Zhuangzhu said in a panic: "No, no! What do you want to do! Don't mess around! Have something to say! Oh, what kind of hate you are looking for, all are doing business, Huang Daochang will let us go out, the goods of Taoyuan Villa Give your party half price - no, half price at half price!"

Huang Xiaoyue’s old face on the dead wood reveals a trace of embarrassment. He ridiculed: “Half-price? You have the treasure of the Confucianism Gate Mountain. How can the wealth of the world still enter my eyes? The Taoyuan Mountain Villa in the district is nothing but a thing!”

When talking about the husband and the customs, the Ma Zhuang master will be pushed.

The horse fell to the ground, and all the people who were huddled together in the group were all thrown up.

While they struggled to get up, the last scene they saw was that Huang Xiaoyue and Jiang Dongtang stood outside, and Huang Xiaoyue seized the organ that had fallen down the stone. His face flashed with greed, hunger, gloating...

The people behind him in Jiangdongtang are even more like a villain. Some people even bluntly say: "Let's take it, let you look down on people along the way."

"We have no faults in the ecliptic, but they are all stunned by the squad, and they are all wronged. He risked the blood left by his life. Why should he help him?"

boom!

The stone gate was sealed again.

This time, the road was plunged into endless darkness and embarrassment.

A dead silence.

In desperation, the female repairs that have finally collapsed are sobbing, and the sad emotions are contagious. Soon most people are discouraged, fighting and losing, and staying in it, neither can go forward nor want to go out. .

"Oh... I don't want to die..."

"Master..."

"Auntie, let's go out and fight a battle, it's better than being trapped here."

The human voice creaked.

At this time, suddenly there was another voice that had been silent for a long time, with a hint of trembling, and more decisive.

He said: "I am coming."

The gray-smelling Ma Zhuang twitched and turned, and saw a beam of fire lit up. He slightly widened his eyes and said: "Mo Zong Shi?"

The ink burned the fireworks in his hand, reflecting his handsome face, and he walked to the front of the stone and stood still.

"You, have you left the blood of Nangong?"

The ink does not answer. He knows that although some people are resisting the entrance to the road, they will certainly not support it for too long. Those pieces will soon come in.

When he was on the way to the mountain, when Nangong was in danger, he had many times his heart and wanted to do it, but he did not make it.

He had thought that he had been taken care of by the heavens, and this time he could escape the public eyes and escape the hit.

But at this time, he was troubled by the back, and he knew that he had no choice at all.

There is no way to go back.

"Ink Master...?"

He did not take care of the Ma Zhuangzhu. He took out the silver short knife with his waist and rubbed it in his palm.

In an instant, blood was full of palms.

At this time, Xue Meng or Xue Zhengyi, have already arrived, and Chu Yuning is also there. They stopped after the ink burned. Xue Zhengyin’s voice is full of sorrow: "Fire, what are you doing? Useless, Lushan will only obey the orders of the Nangong family, and your bloodshed will not help."

The ink burned and did not look back, his **** hand shivered slightly.

After all, it was still shot on the stone.

The tentacles are cold and squatting.

He closed his eyes.

The distant sound of the demon dragon once again echoed in this darkness.

"Where, who?"

The throat is moving.

The ink burned under the watchful eyes of all, in a repressed silence, slowly and slowly answered -

"The Confucianist Gate... the seventh generation of blood clan."

Xue Meng stunned and took a step back and shook his head: "What..."

Xue Zhengxuan’s face is more ugly than he is. He’s a tiger’s eyes, screaming at the tall black and straight black back, muttering: “How could it...?”

A word is like a sharp knife.

Knowing that the blood flow is like a note, there is no choice but to make it out of control.

He whispered the last half of the sentence: "Ink burns in the rain, worship."

Xue Meng’s voice was hoarse and shouted with bare eyes: “Impossible!!”

However, the door is still open.

Leaving the thin, smoke-like snoring, it is like a snowy bayonet, piercing the heart of the eardrum.

"Don't leave... Gong Gong... Master..."

"Fired..."

Xue Zhengyi has completely lost his mind and can't say a word.

Chu nightning is also a mess, he promptly grabbed Xue Zhengyi, looked up at the front.

The stone door banged, one inch, two inches, and fell into the ground again. The orange fire of the outer dragon soul pool poured into the darkness, and the ink burned against the light. The light shook his back and the edges were blurred and almost illusory.

"Ink burning! Ink burning!! How can you play it? What is the seventh generation of Confucianism? How can this be?! How could this be!" Xue Meng seems to be a bit mad and crazy, "How come you and Nangongjia Have blood? You are obviously... you know..."

The ink burned, and he finally whispered in the swaying light and shadow: "Everyone goes out first."

"Ink burn!!"

The hoarseness is exhausted.

For a moment, the ink burned off the cheek and seemed to want to go back and say something, but after all, he still said nothing, did not stop, no longer hesitate. As he moved forward, the light and shadow moved with his tall figure, and he eventually disappeared at the end of the ramp.

After him, the people of the major sects rushed to escape, and when they came, they were imposing, unstoppable, and when they went, they were like fish.

The ink burned in this torrent of torrents, walking alone in this escape like a river.

He did not look back, he did not dare to look back.

He saw the leaves in the hall of the Dragon Soul, and he walked over and set her up and took her away.

In fact, jumping into the Dragon Soul Pool, the person who sacrificed the sacrifice can not be Nangong, but he can be.

Although at that time, the ink burn did not know that this would protect the stability of the mountain, but he did not have the confidence -

If you know it yourself? Will it really replace Nangong to go to die?

He has lived for two generations, but he can succumb to sin, but Nangong is only 20 years old. The long road of life has not been halfway through, and it has turned into dust and smoke, and nothing is left.

Intellectally, he knows that Nangong is far more worthy of staying in the world than him, but he is still eager to live.

Suddenly there was someone screaming behind him: "The monsters, those monsters are chasing!!"

"how is this possible?!"

The ink turned and turned.

The broken stone has fallen again when the last person comes out of the ramp, and the pieces cannot be played unless unless

His face went pale.

Unless, among those pieces, there is also the blood of the Nangong family.

Between Wan Nian, he recalled the black mysterious sky that he had just seen, and suddenly thought of the third access control, time and space.

The ink burns only feels a strong chill and spreads straight to the bottom of the foot.

Is it true that the people who came out are?

No, it is impossible.

Nothing is possible.

It’s ridiculous, even in the past, no one can do this... Who can do it? ! !

At this moment, Mei Xuexue retreated to his side, and the ink burned the leaves to him, and the eyes flashed with frantic light, rushing toward the opposite direction of the crowd.

"Ink burning!"

"Fire!"

Among the torrents, Xue Meng and Xue Zhengyi saw him, they were all yelling at him, but regardless of the ignorance, he really did not know how to face these two people.

Paper can't hold fire.

For the rest of my life, they are all the same.

Suddenly the arm was caught, and the ink burned and turned: "...master!"

Chu night Ning said: "You can't go, those people are resisted by me. Since you can open the Lushan Faction, in order to protect you, you should stay with other people and take them out of here."

"..."

"Go!"

During the talks, the black man headed by him had taken the road out of his way. Behind him, the black robes of the black robes appeared one by one.

Chu night Ning Li said: "Come on! Take them away!"

There is no choice.

Even if there is more uncertainty in the mind, it will be unstable, and after all, it can only be withdrawn from everyone. Xue Meng refuses to go, and is being pushed forward by Xue Zhengwei. The dragon soul pool is finally left. A late night in Chu, and a mysterious monk who gathered more and more.

The dragon soul pool melted and the orange light shone through the cool stone wall.

Chu night, Ning was standing still, and Tian asked the flame current, reflecting his pair of bayonet-like eyes.

He looked at the mysterious black man headed.

And the man, also across the heavy cover, looked at him faintly.

The man stood still, and there was someone who couldn't stand the temper. He wanted to grab the pioneer and shouted: "You dare to block the way of so many people alone? Why is it arrogant! Come, let me teach you how to teach you!"

But the man has not yet plucked a slap, but he was slammed by a black man.

The man exclaimed: "Your Majesty?!"

The man in black didn't pay attention to him, and he didn't even turn his head. He still stared at the face of Chu's late night, but his hand was violently violent, and he heard a "squeaky" sound. The person who grabbed the pioneer had already been born by him. Twisted the neck and then left it on the ground.

Chu nightning subtle color change -

This man, even his own people are killing?

"What do you count, it is also a good idea to teach Chu Zongshi." The man underestimated, slowly walked toward the late night.

Behind him, no one dares to move.

Chu night Ning crossed the sky and asked, "What is your lord?"

The man listened to him and stopped.

He stood in a place not far from Chu’s late night, and there was a strange emotion in his eyes that could not be explained. After a while, he chuckled: "I haven’t thought of you for many years, I can’t think of you, I will meet again, you The first sentence I said to this seat is actually not so salty."

"...when did I know you?"

"Oh, don't you know? Chu nightning, you are always so ruthless." The man went further, this time he did not stop. However, it is impossible for Chu’s late arrival to come back.

So the man went straight to him, and the distance was extremely dangerous and extremely abrupt.

Chu night, the hands of the cold light, lifted the palms and fallen.

So good skills, fast, but the man easily grasped the wrist.

"Actually, I have already learned this trick many times." The man bowed his head and stared at the face of Chu Yuning. He put all the details on this face into his eyes. His eyes were almost greedy. "But you seem to forget." It is."

Chu Xiaoning was stared at him like this, only to think that the cold hair was upright.

He was never a man who feared the strong, but the things in his eyes were too complicated and too embarrassing, as if hiding the earth-shattering truth and secret: "Who...who is it?!"

"Do you want to remind you of this one?" The man sighed, his strength was great, and Chu Ning could not break away.

"For the first time, you made this move, when I was sixteen years old. You taught me to fight with me. You told me that this attack seems simple, but it is difficult to learn. Let me practice well, don't slack off. ”

Chu night, he narrowed his eyes and looked at him incredulously.

There are smiles in the eyes of men, and there are also faint light.

"The second time, you made this move. When you and I decided to fight in the past, I was caught off guard, and I was hit by you and suffered a very serious injury."

He took the hand of Chu Xiaoning, and he couldn’t take it to his heart.

Chu night Ning suddenly found this man, did not have any heartbeat.

Just like a body.

"You...what is it?"

"Don't worry." The man immersed each word in his lips and teeth, and then gently and gently fed his deafness. He was getting closer, almost against the face of Chu.

He said in his ear: "The third time, you make this trick, it is in my bed."

"..."

"I want to go to you, you said that it is enough, refused to agree." He sighed, the strength of his hand was so big, next to the wrist of Chu Lingning, forcing his hand along his chest All the way down, I finally have to take it to a very private place.

When Chu is late, it will be like a snake, and it will change color dramatically. If you send it, you will fight with him.

The man seems to be familiar with all his body routines, and easily dismantled the move, and then he hugged his whole person in his arms, not innocent, not ruthless/color whispered: "What do you say, Chu night Ning. This seat was supposed to kill you, to destroy you, but I have not thought of it for so many years, you have changed, I have changed, but I saw you, smelling your body, or soon hard."

"You, you give me a hand!!" Chu Xiaoning did not expect that things would become like this, his face was white and red, red and white, the whole person seemed to be fainting, but earning life and earning Do not open the person's clamp.

He is like a net, like a spider, sticking to him, staring at him.

Under the eyes of the public, he held him all in his arms, forced, overbearing, awkward, crazy.

Narrow and wet.

"It’s so hard, it’s hard to swell.”

"I will kill you!!"

The man seems to be amused, sneak a smile, release his hand, Chu night Ning kills his heart, the action is hot and fierce, it is really a blow to kill.

The cloak was soaring, he retired, fluttering like a paper basket, and steadily on the blue brick surface.

However, the face was not spared. He was smashed into two halves by Chu, and fell to the ground.

The man did not look up and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood.

He was silent for a moment in this shadow, and then sighed: "You can't move and scream and kill the temper, you can't change it. It's the same everywhere. But Chu Ningning, Chu Zongshi..."

The man in black raised his hand and a dark wind came from behind.

He took advantage of it.

Chu Xiaoning saw it at a glance. It was actually the Shenwu Mo knife that was previously seen at the Xuanyuan Club auction. It was also one of the five battles that Xu Shuanglin collected.

The man is not guilty, he is slow, and he is very vicious.

"You really, can you be willing to kill me?"

He finished the sentence and looked up.

The hood falls.

Chu nightning only felt a basin of ice water, the bones of the ice cold body soaked in frost and snow, the brain was stunned, it was numb...

In the cold hall, the black man was handsome and pale, and his smile contained evil and lingering. He was a scourge and a enchanting man. He licked his mouth and revealed a white tooth.

"Take the emperor, the ink burns with light rain."

Not returning to the sheath, the frost illuminates his black and purple eyes.

Stepping on the fairy smiles like a ghost, like a tiger wolf.

"Please ask the teacher to be high."

The author has something to say: 2:0 is the soul after the death of 0:5, has always been a person, this is nothing to say, otherwise how to call the rebirth, so do not expect to dream of the development of the gods, other Don't worry about the details, you will talk about it later. About the soul has been in 2.0, and lost the soul at 0:50, it should not exist, but why can he still come out, can still say that can move and think? This is not a bug, don't catch this bug~ I like to play a little stimulation, don't want to spoil, and abandon the text casually. I have said it many times. I will not modify any plot according to anyone's wishes. Besides that, I also feel very good. Interesting suggestions, I will not write to greet anyone, just write something I like, and the grain is produced for people with the same hobbies, so don't tell me [I don't think how to write it. Collapse, I think how to write it correctly, I think he can't do it, how to write it is in line with the person set up] This kind of words, thank you