Zhanxian

Most surprisingly, after the clerk's identification, the accessories, the two strings and a set of string columns, all resemble raw materials made from the body parts of the black martial arts. If this identification is true, it also means that there may be the same ancient qin that can be assembled to create a whole set of black martial arts refined ancient qins.

The middle-aged man looked at the tall young man, hoping that he would come up with another piano. This guy is an amusement player. In less than half a day, he actually sees three identical ancient pianos, and is likely to make a more advanced set of ancient pianos. He has long forgotten his current situation. He is itchy and waiting for a tall young man to come up with something.

Already numbered in the heart of the tall youth, but also raised the hope in the heart by the discovery on the three ancient qins. Seeing the appearance of a middle-aged literary figure, he could not help but whisper: “No, I have only three qins on me. ”

I felt like I shouldn't be so polite to a prisoner under the steps, and my face instantly returned to normal cold. After a moment of closing his eyes, he suddenly put away three ancient qins and nodded at the short man behind him.

The short man did it without hesitation, with a sword cut off, and the middle-aged man had a different head. Until the time of the flying sword and his body, he was confident that the two people who had just been as happy and kind as him would be so cruel and spicy.

Unfortunately, the two short and tall men did not give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they know that it's one of the accessories in the ancient qin that's wrong, as long as the qin is in hand, and they don't need a middle-aged literary figure, they can also find an unusual part. If the middle-aged man is useless, why do you keep it? Waiting for him to reveal his secrets?

Huh, a flame rose from the middle-aged man, swallowing the middle-aged man's entire body. And the Bao Qian Kun bag on the Vincent is naturally in the hands of a short young man. Something that can be used is slightly altered and used. If it cannot be used, just find a suitable time and place to destroy it, everything will be perfect and there will be no trace of the presence of a middle-aged literary man.

Yang Chen tracked the position of the middle-aged man about a hundred miles away. All of a sudden, after a shock, the symbol he left behind automatically returned to Yang Chen's Sea of Awareness. Yang Chenton realized something had happened to the middle-aged clerk.

Yang Chen doesn't want to lose the clue of Guqin. This is a great thing to consume his own god and get a strong bodyguard. Yang Chen can't allow anyone to destroy it. Without saying a word, summon the shuttle and immediately fly to the position where the god has just identified the mark.

Hundred miles away, for Yang Chen, it's just a moment, just turn your eyes. The defensive magic array arranged by the middle-aged man was still there. Yang Chen stowed up the shuttle at will and began to observe it carefully. Shortly afterwards, Yang Chen knew what the law formation was. He found a location and slowly walked in.

Without a few steps, a blade of light was cut off as a head. The two young men, tall and short, had not yet had time to burn the bodies of the middle-aged clerics thoroughly, and Yang Chen had arrived. It was too fast and unexpected for both of us, and all we could do now was kill all the people we accidentally met in order to cover their secrets.

At first sight, a third fairy junior, two tall and short people were not at all surprised. Neither middle-aged clerk of the fairy class was their opponent, and a younger generation was even more discouraged. Tall guy doesn't even have plans to do it, he leaves everything to the short guy, he just has to wait to see the results.

Brush, the bright sword flashed away, suddenly pausing as it approached Yang Chen. The sharp sword blade was grabbed directly by Yang Chen's left hand. Hard and raw stopped in the air and could no longer be inched in.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Chen's right hand clasped up, chopping the fairy knife in Yang Chen's hand, flashing a blade more radiant than just the sword light, along the direction of the sword light flashed out, a knife severely crossed.

The blade of the Immortal Slash Knife instantly becomes incredibly long. Any object that stands in the way of the Immortal Slash Knife Blade is cut into two segments by one knife.

Tall individuals are more vigilant, and as soon as they discover that their companion's flying sword is not successful, they immediately realize that it is wrong. When I saw the knife shine, I couldn't even think of squatting directly to let it shine. The Blade of the Cutter disappeared without a trace as soon as he rode across the top of his head.

Shorty men are not as vigilant as tall men and have no intention of dodging. A little offspring took his own sword and dared to fight back. Do you really think you're a character? Such a guy who doesn't know the heavens and the earth is just giving a lesson he'll never forget. Of course, if there is a lesson to be learned in the future, that is two things.

The knife of the Cutting Fairy knife flashed just a little bit, and it never appeared again. The short man snorted coldly and turned around to look at his seemingly wretched companion. He didn't think so. My companion really has made some big mistakes. So the attack of the tiger snaketail is about to make the kind of evasive action without regard to identity?

Shortly afterwards, the short man saw the kind of frightening gaze in the eyes of his tall companion. After a short pause, did he have to attack again? But the boy who entered the formation is still 100 feet away, and there are no other moves, how can this be?

The confused little man suddenly felt a little itchy over his head, as if something was flowing down his scalp. This sweaty feeling, he hasn't felt it in at least hundreds of years, but how can he sweat himself this time of year?

I wiped it with my hands and had a sticky sensation of pause time. It's not sweat, it's with the stickiness of your fingers, and there's a faint smell of blood. The smell of the short man is not new, just killed the middle-aged man with a sword, and the blood on the floor has not been completely cleaned up.

But soon the short man realized something and understood how his companion had such a frightening look. The sticky liquid your fingers touch, it's blood, it's your own blood!

How could you bleed out if you didn't even know you were under attack? As soon as this thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on the top of his head, and the short man just groaned and fell into the infinite darkness.

In the tall eye, after the short companion took a knife, a faint line of blood appeared above the eyebrow, more and more blood flowing down from the head of his companion. And the scariest part is that in this case, his companion turned his head and looked at him, reaching out and wiping the blood from his head.