Just like when Chidi Gu Yu appeared, the dome was about to shatter, and the moment the bow appeared, the sky fell. The Red Emperor and Gu Yu came to the south of Candle in his real body, so the sky and the earth were unbearable. And the former White Emperor, now Huainingjun, did not know what means to bring the gods from outside the heavens into the world.

"The name of the bow is Twelve Chen."

Huaining Jundao.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he slowly drew out a smudge of darkness.

The darkness fell on the bow, and it became a long dark arrow. Red Emperor Gu Yu had previously used Thunder as the dragon tooth spear, and Jun Huai Ning's method was even more bizarre than his. When the sun rose, day and night were reversed. He directly took the six hours replaced by day as arrows. Night covers day, darkness replaces light.

Jun Changwei took a deep breath, held the knife in his right hand, pressed the knife with his left hand, and placed the knife across his chest.

He can't go back.

Zuo Liangshi didn't retreat, how could he retreat?

The thin fingers slid across the surface of the knife little by little, the beautiful woman gave him a golden knife, why did he repay Ying Qiongyao? Qiong Yao and the two sides got along well, and the journey was still far away from then on... The blade cut through the flesh, and the blood rolled over the cutting edge, like a red makeup on a woman's wedding night. The golden knife was pushed out flat.

Facing the former White Emperor, Taiyizong Jun Changwei, brazenly took the lead.

Tens of thousands of knives are flattened into one knife, and the gold rolls like scales. It was as if thousands of golden-clothed fish jumped in unison, and it was as if a big river was rushing through the sky, with fire shining on it, and it was vaguely like a red silk surging. Daohe smashed through the pressure brought by the twelve days of the divine soldier, and went three thousand miles away.

Huaining-jun let go.

The first arrow, Zi Shichen.

off the string.

Where Zi Shichen passed, the space was distorted, and together with Jinhe, it scattered like a stream of light for nine days. But Jiang Tao was heavy, rushing out one after another, Jun Changwei was still wielding his knife, and he didn't know how many knives he was familiar with. His attack always only landed on one point, and all the hundreds of millions of knives fell on the tip of Zi Shichen's arrow.

Since one knife is not enough to break the hour, then a thousand knives, hundreds of millions of knives!

His goal is different from Zuo Liangshi.

Zuo Liangshi wanted to cut off the hand that penetrated into the world, and he only needed to guarantee Wu to survive.

The sharpness of the long arrow is at the head of the arrow!

Thousands of miles.

hundred miles.

Ten miles!

A blood mist exploded, and Jun Changwei seemed to have been hit by a heavy siege pestle. He threw the Jincuo knife with all his might, and the whole person flew out for an unknown number of miles. Bang cha, in an instant, the golden wrong knife shattered. The moment the Jincuo knife shattered, the tip of Zi Shichen's arrow shattered along with it!

Jun Changwei was like a pebble, falling from the sky.

Jinwu completely broke free from the last cloud lock.

The second arrow, Ugly Shiyue.

off the string.

Golden Crow was carrying the heavy sun, fluttering his wings, trying to avoid the arrow. The hawks circled, ignoring the scorching sun, rushed into the raging fire, and clung to it. Jun Changwei's pupils shrank, forgetting that his long sword was broken, and struggling to block the arrow. He thought he was swept up, but in fact he only slowed down.

The moon falls when ugly.

despair.

The nine cities of Candan are even more missing.

A moment has passed.

Jianming World.

The first line of cold light runs through Hongyu, the roar roar, the tide of the thousands of anger rises to the high altitude, the sinking sky curtain is suddenly supported, and the pressure on everyone is light. The pupils printed at the same time.

The moon is broken when the light is ugly.

Huai Ningjun's fingers on the twelvechen string had a meal, and the expression on Yue's mother's face suddenly blank, and the birds forgot their wings to fly thousands of miles. Only Jinwu made a joyful cry, drumming his wings, without hesitation, greeted the sword light. It is so joyful that it is so joyful whether it will be beheaded by Jian Guang at all.

The sword light broke the tens of millions of stars, and a figure fell slowly.

Golden Day.

Chapter 77 A Sword Three Thousand Miles

"you are back."

Yuemu's eyes were printed with thin lights.

She looked stunned, and she was no longer charming at the end of her eyes. For a moment, she seemed to be just a confused little girl. joy.

Therefore, people don't say nothing.

The young man in red stands on Jinwu.

Behind him is a round of light, and Zhu Hongyi and the Crown roll together. Too horizontal, clear light. His face, outline, and slender fingers were plated with a thin layer of golden light, more like a statue than the red emperor Gu Yu, who had broken the sky.

His pupils were dark and quiet, and could not print.

Four without phase.

Heaven, no place, no one, no beings.

The confusion on Yuemu's face gradually converged, and the resentment was a little bit poisoned.

"You are back ..." She said quietly, laughed later, "You finally come back!"

The blue Hua Yan suddenly started.

Yuemu's body was pulled into a straight line, and the tip of the silver rod left a string of burst electric light in the air. Xuan Yuan Yuheng rotated quickly, and the clouds of clouds within a thousand miles rotated into a huge vortex.

Even Huai Ningjun is in the scope of this vortex.

Yuemu didn't care about Huai Ningjun at all. She didn't care about it at all. Order the demon tide to attack the candle Nan, and watch the Emperor Chi Yu of the sky, Gu Yu kills Zuo Liangshi. She always overlap her long legs and overlooks the clouds. Qiao Xiaoyan's useful means of playing scorpion snake beauty. It wasn't until the moment when the light lamp appeared that her real emotions were suddenly detonated.

Three thousand miles of cloud locks the sky, three thousand miles are sealed, and clouds are staggered into Luo.com, covering the thin lanterns in the sky.

On the edge of Luo Net, Huai Ningjun is like a river in the river, the island of the sea, and the white clothes fell.

He put the third arrow with a bow string.

People in Candan have seen more changing clouds, but they have never seen such a gorgeous cloud. All the clouds have become silver, and thunderbolt bred in it, and every group of clouds are thousands of thunders. The sky becomes a strong light vortex, and everyone is closed to their eyes, otherwise they will lose their vision forever.