The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Boo!

Song Yu's chest was cut open.

Blood splashes and flesh flips. This is the twelfth tone of his body, and he's been silently remembering the count.

As the famous son of the heavenly capital Hehe, the initiator of the hydrostatic subset, he has always been very concerned about his appearance. Every time these people pulled a wound on him, it made him feel worse than stabbing him in the heart.

“If it goes on, I'm afraid I can't be the most beautiful man in Tiandu.” Song Xiao thought in his heart.

Good American, good calligraphy, good sound, good people. Song Tao is called the "Four Good Sons" by the people of Tiandu.

And because he was usually the most knowledgeable and courteous, he met some ordinary pawn horses, so deeply loved by the people.

At this moment, this noble son with high earthing temper has messy hair, his clothes are shattered, and the wounds on his body can be connected along the Xuan Wushi stone for three laps.

Clicking

Song Zheng's long sword fly roll, a sword chopped off the wolf general who pulled an exit on him.

Then his body flew away and his eyes stared viciously at the wolves gathered in his direction, sighing and drinking: "Every time you cut a mouth on me, I will kill one of you. Whoever leaves a scar on me, I leave his head. ”

“Song Ying, do you still want to resist?” Choi New Year stood in front of the wolves and watched Song Ying fight back. “I still have 3,000 werewolves, that is, everyone can give you a mouthful, can you kill all of them again? ”

“Can kill one is one.” Song Xiao smiled and reached out and caressed his long hair to make it smoother. Shan's wrinkled shirt was dusted again and said, "I'm not too reluctant to do this. Everybody's dead. Who cares about what happens after they die? For the sake of getting to know each other, can I ask you something? ”

“What is it?”

“When I die, help me change into a clean suit. It's broken, uncovered, and humiliating to Sven.” Song Xiao smiled. “I'm a vegetarian, and so can Baoblue. ”

Choi Xinxin sighed for a long time and looked at Song Zheng, who was tired and tired of his wounds. "Go away, I will not kill you. ”

Song Qiang stunned for a moment and then laughed.

She laughed backwards and backwards, her wound bleeding, and her tears dropped.

“You killed my grandfather, you killed my father, you killed my uncle, you killed my brother, you killed over a thousand of our Song clans, and now all of a sudden you tell me not to kill me, let me go? Let me go?” Song Xiao's voice swallowed and tears filled her face. “What, is this the mercy of the Choi family? Or are you so merciful because of your guilt? ”

“" Choi New Year silently watched this young man who had lost everything in his family vent his grief.

“How can I walk? How can I live?” Song Xiao wept with his clothes and sleeves, but his smile became more arrogant. “My family is all dead. What am I doing alive? Where else can I go? Since life is worse than death, sex is dead.”

Song Xiao carried a sword and once again took the initiative to rush towards the wolf pack.

Psst.

A sword cut off a werewolf's head.

Psst.

A sword broke the arm of a wolf army.

Psst.

A sword pierced the throat of a wolf army.

Psst.

Only one crisp sound of mutilated flesh was heard, and the long sword held up by Song Qiao stopped.

A sword pierced his body and came out through his chest.

“Thank you,” said Song Xiao, looking down at the long sword on his chest.

He looked up at Choi New Year and said, "I'm happy.”

Putong

Song Zheng's body fell forward and heavily hit the blue and gold slab on Xuanwu Avenue.

In this battle, the Song dying 821 people and injuring 217 people.

All the men and women left behind died in the war, and the children and girls fled the clandestine route and are being hunted down by the Wolves.

South of Lanshan, there is a stop water sword house.

Shui Shui Sword Hall, with 3,000 disciples.

The Sword Hall is the first sword hall of the Westwind Empire. It is also a sword hall with great influence throughout Shenzhou.

At the height of the Sword Hall, the royal chiefs of the Westwind Empire would send their children to the Sword Hall to learn swords. Unfortunately, the old sword god of Shushuan Sword Hall, Muding, died in the hands of Li Shepherd. The new sword hall master, the wood bath, for a moment and a half, has not been able to establish unshakeable authority. The reputation of Shushuan Sword Hall has fallen, and cannot be compared to the past.

Even so, it remains the Empire's first swordhouse.

At Sword God Square, hundreds of barefoot water stop apprentices in white are lined up neatly to practice splitting.

“Hey!”

“Huh!”

For every sip, a sword is cut at the same time.

Hundreds of people sword at the same time, only see the sword, the sword shadow is enough, it is stunning and beautiful.

Since the battle over a year ago in Sword God Square, Li Shepherd stopped the old Sword God Mu Dingyi, which led to the collapse of Sword God Square. After a year of recovery and reconstruction, he still can't compare with the previous Sword God Square. Even less serious than before, each black gold brick seemed to have a strong sword.

The water stoppers in white walked around the crowd, correcting some of the disciples' sword splitting moves from time to time and the way they worked.

At this time, the hiking trails of Swordgod Square heard a loud noise.

Everyone stopped practicing their swords and looked at the past in the direction of the mountain path.

Boom! Boom!

Such a sound came from afar and close, quickly in front of the eyes.

Only on the hillside, dressed in heavy helmets, soldiers with spears were picking up their ranks. Thick and numb, like a transit locust.

[incomprehensible]

The soldiers arrived very quickly, quickly climbed onto Swordgod Square, and then pulled the long team to automatically extend in two directions, like two serpents, draining hundreds of stopped water swordsmen above Swordgod Square.

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The middle road was separated and a group of surveillance officers in flying fish clothes rushed into the middle of the crowd.

The man in the head is deep in black and bright in red. Eyebrow star, tall and exceptional.

He glanced at Sword God Square and said in silence, "Where's the wood bath? ”

“Where's the maniac? How dare you talk to our woodsman like that?” Among the crowd, there were people who were angry and drunk.

“Don't you like it?” The young man picked out his eyebrows and said with a smile: "If you don't like it, I'll talk to the wooden bath in a different way. ”

“Kill.”

Hundreds of stopped water swordsmen heard young surveillance history speak loudly while sipping.

They had swords in their hands and killed the sound of the sky.

Young men don't move, they just stare at them with cold eyes and lazily say: "Kill? If the wooden bath doesn't come out yet, you can really kill it. ”

“Who's going to kill my owner?” A middle-aged man, barefoot in white, stepped up, carrying a bottle of wine, his chest open, and let the chilling wind slap his chest wildly. This style resembles a generation of poetic fairy swordfairies and Li Qiubai of Wineman.

“Yan Xiangma.” The juvenile inspector, History, said in silence.

“Yan Xiangma?” The middle-aged swordsman has a slight expression. “Yan Xiangma? ”

“Nice, that's the Swallow Horse who was evicted from his home.” Yan Xiangma added.

“Yan Xiangma? Turns out it was the Swallow Horse.” The smile of a middle-aged swordsman became playful, his eyes scratched off like a sword on the face of a swallowing horse. “Didn't the Swallow Horse disappear? Now lead the heavy soldiers into my Sword God Square, surround me, stop the swordsman, do you really know what you're doing? ”

“I know.” Yan Xiangma nodded: “I made myself clear, let the wooden bath come out and talk. ”

“Ask me first if Wang Le's sword promises no. ”

“The king's calendar of one of the three water stops?” Yan Xiangma nodded and said: “Well, what's your sword's name? ”

“The name of the sword is lifeless! ”

“That's good.” Yan Xiangma stared at Wang Li's waist wearing a sword and said: “Without a raw sword, will you let the main wood bath of the water stop come out and talk to me? ”

“Damn. ”

Wang Ren drank heavily, and the gourd in his hand flew towards the position where Yan Xiangma stood.

In the course of the flight, the wine in the gourd was transformed into tens of thousands of swords to give the swallows a blanket of wind.

“Fuck off.”

As soon as Yan Xiangma's arm was thrown, the cape flew out like lightning, wrapping the rain sword over his head.

When Yan Xiangma kicked out with a sword, that big bag of wine smashed into the air towards the king's calendar.

Wang Ren chopped out a sword and only heard a loud noise. That big bag of wine had already turned into a balloon.

Boom!

When his strength exploded, Wang Li's body was knocked out.

He retreated sharply until he stopped at a very distant position.

Wang Li stared into the eyes of Yan Xiangma and said, “Yan Xiangma, do you really think that with you shrimp soldiers shrimp will be able to move me to the water stop sword house? As long as I give the order, I'm going to leave these thousands of wastes with no return. ”

“Don't make trouble with your master. If I were you, I'd ask you whether you have the lifeless sword in your hand or not to let the wooden bath come out and talk. ”

“Too much deception.” One hand of the Wang Dynasty held up, and hundreds of stopped water swordsmen instantly huddled in silence, quickly toward his place.

Hundreds of swordsmen attacked the Swallow Horse at his command.

“Stop.” A solemn cry came.

Only saw the swordhouse door open and a group of barefoot anti-water swordsmen walked towards Sword God Square. The head man is the master of the Shui Shui Sword Museum.

The wooden bath lifts slowly, but moves fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the Swallow Horse.

I looked up and down at Yan Xiangma and asked, "Are you Yan Xiangma? ”

“Am I Swallow? ”

“You want to see me? ”

“I think at this point, the owner of the wooden house would like to see me more if I knew you wanted to see me, and you had to see me, so I came. The owner of the wooden house is welcome. I just did what I had to do. ”

“Why would I want to see you? ”

“Didn't the woodsman feel any danger?” Yan Xiangma smiled and said: “It's not good. ”

The wooden bath whitewashed for a moment and shouted, “Is the old fairy solved true? ”

“What do you think? ”

“Song."

“Probably escaped a few people. ”

“You think these people are the only way I can get caught in a wooden bath? You think your little Inspector General Shi Yan Soma can destroy the foundations of my Swordhouse for a thousand years? ”

Yan Xiangma sighed softly and said: “The owner of the wooden house has come to this point, why are you still saying these stupid words? I know these people can't stop you, and I know that little swallows can't stop the millennium foundation of the Swordhouse. But do you think Yan Xiangma is really Yan Xiangma? It's Yan Xiangma standing here, who's standing here next time? ”

“Yan Xiangma, what do you want from us?” Moon called out and asked. Moon, the white son of the wooden bath and a student of Starry College, was also prepared to fight alongside his father with a long sword.

Yan Xiangma glanced at Moon and nodded slightly.

Then his gaze shifted again to the white body of the wooden bath and he sighed and drank: “On your knees. ”