A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

At a time when the dwarf is happy and Han is intent on doing something.

The two men flew out of the Qixuan Gate. After they jumped out of the crowd, they went straight to the dwarf without saying anything. It was the two other teachers left by Wang absolutely.

The two faces were filled with sadness and were obviously extremely saddened by the death of the man in charge. Therefore, he hated the people on Golden Glow and ignored what kind of Sword Fairy the dwarf was. He only wanted to kill each other and avenge Snow Hate for the man.

Master Wang Gan had intended to stop the reckless behavior of the two men, but later on he thought that the demonic dwarf always had to face, and his two uncles were the only ones who could threaten him. Instead of stopping them now, let them win this battle while their uncles are full of vengeance.

Thinking about it, Wang absolutely wanted to summon him back, and then swallowed it from his throat back into his belly.

After a recent lesson, Golden Glow did not dare to underestimate each other this time. He drove the grey light, pointing at the two, and the grey light immediately turned into a rainbow and flew straight across the street.

Confucius, of the two opposite, saw the grey light of the suspected flying sword flying by. He picked the tip of his eyebrow, raised his hand, and shot a fine silver wire out of his cuff. He hit the gray light on his head and paused the gray light for a moment, but then the gray wire still rushed over if nothing happened, it seemed that the silver wire didn't do much.

Others didn't see what the silver wire was, but Han Li could see clearly with the super eyesight given by Changchun Gong. That is clearly dozens of silver needles connected into a straight line, and I don't know what Confucianism is using, but it is of great interest to Han Li to be able to laser out such a light and fine needle with such a powerful method.

Confucius did not see the silver wire working, nor did he panic. He bowed his body, suddenly beat it like a gyro, and then emitted countless or large or small cold flashes from the spinning shadow. These cold flashes split into two paths, all the way into a silver currents directly collided with the gray light, making a banging bang, and the gray flashes could not come down in the middle of the air; the other way went straight to the midget, hit on the gold cover, and the ding-dang was spectacular.

The cold currents against the gray flashes kept falling off some debris, but the original face could not be seen due to incomplete residue. But the cold rays that are bounced back on the gold cover are intact. They are all a variety of dark instruments, such as flying knives, bodhisattva, iron lotus seeds, money darts, etc., and even some strange things that cannot be called names.

The person on the golden light was slightly stunned, but then he skipped the corner of his mouth. He didn't think that these vulgar irons could hold off his baby for how long.

“Chun” sounded like a thunderous drink, sounded the whole scene and jumped everyone.

Only then did people discover that the man in grey clothes who had run out with Jules sometime pulled out the sword behind him and was walking one footprint at a time toward the grey light, and the white light appeared more than two inches long above the tip of his sword. The white light was indefinitely stretched and the cold was forcing people.

“Sword Man", not knowing who it is, first shouted out the name of sword skill that all those who make swords dream of.

Boom, it's boiling off the field!

If the flying sword is only a legend, then the swordman is a myth in the river and lake and is the aspiration of all those who make the sword.

Now, not only are the swords and swordmen appearing in succession, but there is also an immediate confrontation. How can this not allow the people present to be bloodthirsty and have a great sense of injustice!

At this time, instead of boiling, Jia Tianlong felt cold and sweaty. He only now knows what it means to be aware of the aftermath, afraid of the aftermath!

He used to know that the Qixuan Gate hid three great masters. But it never occurred to me that this expert would be high enough to make the sword shine. If he didn't invite the golden light man, the immortal, to fight this time, I'm afraid the only one who can make the sword shine will kill everyone on his side.

When Jia Tianlong's frightened face was pale, the grey-dressed man came under the gray light.

At this time, it was not known whether Confucian deliberately, or whether the dark device on his body had really fired empty, Confucian body suddenly stopped spinning, the silver currents with gray flashes also interrupted, and the gray flashes without resistance naturally fell on the head of the gray coat without any courtesy.

The man in grey clothes had swords in his hands and jumped in a colorless emptiness. He waved his sword and slashed it hard against the gray light.

When the sound of ”When" cleared, the grey man fell from half the sky to the ground, and stood unstable several steps backwards, then a mouth, a mouthful of blood erupted, and the divine color became sluggish. And the long sword in your hand, the three-inch tip of the long sword at the front end, has been flattened.

The dust fell from the air, just like the bird that was shot. But even so, the gray light is still shining, still beating and stretching on the ground, and it looks very spiritual.

Seeing this scene, Jia Tianlong's side and Qixuan Gate people shouted simultaneously. But the people of Qixuan Gate were full of joy in their shouts, and Jia Tianlong's side was full of fear.

Confucius was also delighted. He looked at the grey man of Commission, looked at the dwarf again, hesitated a little, still flew towards the dwarf, he was ready to solve the great enemy before talking.

Without waiting for Confucius to float out a few steps, suddenly the grey man yelled "Quick flash” behind him.

Confucius was shocked and wanted to act, but felt a cold neck, the grey light flew through his eyes, then saw a headless body run forward for a few steps, then fell to the ground, the shadow seemed so raw and familiar, Confucius was completely unconscious just thinking about it.

The man on the golden light was arrogant at the moment, and he commanded the grey light to jump from the ground again, heading toward the only living grey man in the three great hands. He was proud to kill Confucianism by doing a little trick for himself.

He was thinking about waiting for the results, and when the grey man immediately killed the rest of the Qixuan Gate, he suddenly heard a saying from the other crowd: "I love this flying thing. Give it to me for fun. How about that?” Before the voice went down, he felt a powerful spiritual power attached to the gray light, severing his connection to the object and depriving it of control.

And the grey rays that were supposed to fly toward the grey clothes also turned in the air, twisting obliquely into the opposite crowd.

Everywhere the gray light went, everyone panicked and hid. There was only one ordinary looking young man, aged only seventeen years, still in place. The young man smiled at the person on the golden light and revealed white teeth completely opposite his black skin. Then he pointed at the gray light, and the gray light honestly fell on his hands.

“Immortal Cultivator!” The dwarf's heart was cold and his face turned pale.

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