"Stupid Dream Shadow!"

There is no distinction between up and down, no distinction between left and right, no distinction between front and rear, countless withered arms stick out at the same time, and at the same time reach out to Qiu Bo Lan who is flicking in white. Each arm comes from a different individual, like from ancient times to the present, the corpses of all the gods, ghosts and demons who died in the darkness were gathered together.

Qiu Bodeng did not retreat or avoid, one person and one sword, spinning like a crane.

There is no such elegant dance, the wide robe and wide sleeves sway a clear brilliance in the air, and the blade of the long sword flows with ripples like water. There is no such bright sword light, so bright and spotless... He has left all his fragile struggles with another person, and he has shaken off all the dust that has fallen on his shoulders over the years.

Today he is still the original god.

Alone, without fear of pain.

In the most filthy and turbid wasteland, he used the sword as a pen to pour out a round of the full moon that has never changed since ancient times.

The ancient moon is full, and the moon is full today.

"Then let me..."

A scorched arm that only stretched out from the dark was smashed by the white moon, escaping from the edge of the moon wheel like flying dust, like a wolf's hair soaked in water splashing a round of light in the thick ink.

"Dream another three thousand years!"

Chapter 115

In the great wilderness, the ever-present white moon rises.

Illuminate the pupils of the living and the dead.

I don't know how many dead souls and how many skeletons raised their heads together with the remaining barren angels and looked up at the white moon at the same time.

The moonlight shines on the face of the dead soul, and the blurred face becomes confused. The moonlight shines in the hollow eye sockets of the skeletons, and they reach out to the white moon subconsciously... They have wandered in the darkness for too long, so long that they have forgotten the sun and the moon. appearance. Only the barren envoys screamed and avoided.

Amidst the shattered bones, the white-clothed Divine Sovereign swirled around, the sword in his hand had disappeared, and no one could see the shadow of his sword clearly, only the moonlight that shrouded him.

He is the sword and he is the moon.

He is the bright and pure of heaven and earth.

Dead souls evaporated in the moonlight, skeletons shattered in the moonlight, human beings, demons, demons, all the hands that stretched out from the black miasma were shattered.

The broken bones rustled and fell, as if an unprecedented snow had fallen in the Great Wilderness.

Flying snow ridges, supporting the full moon.

The full moon was interrupted at the brightest moment. Two giant hands that once carried the scorching sun held both sides of the moon's shadow. The sword made of twelve flying swords collided with it, and only a dazzling dark fire was smashed into it. In the shattered moonlight, the giant hands suddenly closed again, like a dancing snow butterfly, trying to kill Qiu Bodeng in the palm of his hand.

"God!"

Guiguzi's pupils shrank and took a step forward.

The giant hands hit each other, and the sound is like a mountain.

The moon shadow completely disappeared.

But it couldn't catch Snow Butterfly.

At the moment of Shanhe, Qiu Bo's lamp went straight up and landed on the fingertips of the giant hand in time, the broken sword drooped down, and the wide sleeve rustled down from the illusory white forearm, as if the mayfly in the city was perched. drooping soft wings. He looked down and saw his old friend.

Kua father.

The long -term boasting father, half -hidden, is now dimly dim, and it must be settled, if it was that year.

"God Jun ..."

His lips moved.

In the first night of the Emperor Sang, everyone decided to go to Jian Beichen one night. The Suzaku burned the bonfire. He was not angry, smiled at Fusang Pan, knocked the drum in one hand, held the moon with one hand, and asked, "The king's drinking or not ... Black shadow flickered, and he hit his back with one palm.

He hit into the silt, and he rose from the sluggish soil, and the royal sword moved forward.

One shoulder strap blood.

The silt was emptied, such as the heavy turbid waves, and the father's hand was deeply trapped into the blood stains. He turned straight and looked at the revenge light of this palm. This turned around, revealing the rotten chest and abdomen, and the ribs climbed with large and small demons, becoming the nest that was giving birth to evil spirits.

Only arms, shoulders and heads are lifelike.

"God, drink alcohol?"

Pu Father's holding, just like the year.

The prince sworn.

Sword cut.

Yichong's blood splashed in the upper air. The father's skull rolled down, rolled into the blealing soil of blood and carnivores, rolled two times, and was trapped in the mud, facing the back of the god of white. His lips were moving in the mud, and he was loud, and he was still asking repeatedly:

God ...

Do you drink alcohol?

The prince did not look back.

The long sword was recovered, and the blood of the sword tip splashed into the eyebrow heart.

The Board Lantern was a little bit on the dispersion of his father to climb the demon, and the golden god fire ignited the corpse of the boasting father. The fire was obscure, and she was not fascinated. Black shadow appeared on the left side of the revenge light, and the sword collided again with one palm and a sword. With the center of the ghost city, the invisible ripple spread outward.

It seems that the layers of dark and heavy curtains are at the same time.

"go."

Drink lightly.

Suddenly twelve points of the sword, twelve -handed flying sword golden light electricity instantly penetrated the black shadow. At the same time as the sword was twelve, the shadow grabbed the empty door exposed by the revenge lamp, making a knife with a palm of the palm, and a knife hole penetrating the heart of the revenge lamp. A sword changed a palm, and it was a battle of life without life, regardless of his sword.

The heart of the heart was penetrated, but the revenge light just said again:

"go."

Minghuo poured out of his heart and ignited him with the shadow.

The shadow was scarred, and he pulled back and retreated, trying to extinguish the fire on his body. However, the twelve -handed flying swords of the cave suddenly whistled and turned into a dragon that burned the golden fire on the twelve body. The body of Black Shadow skyrocketed and shrank. It was like a giant for a while, and it was like a grassy mustard ant, but he could not break away from twelve dragons.

"presumptuous!!!"

It screamed sharply, full of anger.

The deserted soil that was accumulated from the rotten bone was suddenly whereabouts.