Who knows how they are?

The Moon Chasing Sword is a weapon in the Xuan Middle Ages, he has long been familiar with it, and now he is even more handy, the operation is so smooth, it seems that the sword qi is wrapped in a huge whirlpool like a leap, and the essence has also changed fundamentally The fat man is so solemn.

How exaggerated his stick is, there are more emotions between the eyebrows of the whole person, what is difficult to contain is his crazy desire and wildness!

What the hell made him like this?

Obsessed with what? The stick roared crisply, and in an instant, when it collided with the Moon Chasing Sword, there was only a whirlpool left under the eyes, the terrible cold wind was blowing, and the whole person's body became free and uninhibited!

"Hit!"

It's like being attacked by a thunderbolt, but Xuan Zhongshi has been in a mess in his heart, his eyes, his heart, and his excitement, his thoughts are twisted and turned.

It's messed up.

The fat man, squinting his eyes, supported his waist leisurely, his body was naturally crooked to the side, and when he fell into the heart of Xuan Zhongshi, he accepted it when he saw it, but with a "bang", his delicate body fell quickly, like a meteor, out of control.

All he wants is to live.

"Is it possible?"

The blazing breath is still there.

Jagged dust under the eyes.

The fat man is the same as himself, his stick, his weapon is exactly the same, and the moon-chasing sword is directly messed up, and the feeling of fighting is highlighted in the sky.

Xuan Zhongshi closed his eyes and sprinted.

His black clothes flew down like a black eagle falling, the wide black clothes were a treacherous and changeable aura, his body swooped down, and the waves of air were directly pushed away by him, and he ran to the ground without hesitation.

On the right, torches blaring, on the dim left.

He frowned.

"Heh, what to do."

His voice was like a sigh, soft.

His movements were the first, and the battle was about to break out, and the fat man followed behind Xuan Zhongshi tacitly, faintly, and the fleeting cold glow disappeared in an instant.

Xuan Zhongshi naturally rushed down, his body was reflected in the dark night, and it was obviously the fat man's mockery that provoked him.

Coherent.

His body fell quickly, like wisps of countless silver-white sword qi, dancing.

It's kind of scary.

But Xuan Zhongshi's figure was faster, and his feet were like walking on the ground, sliding naturally, and his mood was still there, but the fat man had already squinted his eyes, and took out something from his cuff in a hurry.

The strange and incomparably bright thing gradually slowly added an unusual aura in front of his eyes - this, how is it a token?

Knife handle, knife handle.

Xueliang's breath is still the same, and he has nothing to tell his whereabouts.

"Is he stupid?"

"Here."

Xuan Zhongshi's steps were chaotic, and it was obvious that he was almost about to step into the void in one step!

How is it, the search team here is taken by surprise again, he is in the middle of the world, and he is still going to break through this encirclement and destroy it directly.

He is also domineering to the extreme, Yun Qing Yu dew on the grass, dotted high and low, and the shadow leopard is not here.

All he could hear was the sound of breathing in the middle of the night, about a flock of birds perched.

He is mortal with the naked eye, and the whole person is really a grass coward for no reason.

His heart was still at peace, and the occasional wind blew, and the moon sword, what kind of situation did it become when he fought with that stick?

Under my eyes is the sound of "bang bang bang" constantly, it is what level of things have been cut off, "bang-la-la", a swarm of things are falling.

He shivered and glanced at the sky, and in an instant, the whole person seemed to be struck by lightning.

"This--"

"Hehe, it's just a little thief."

Yes, the voice that was as light as water, the treacherous of the fat man, the slightly black pores on his face were struggling, and his sweat droplets were sliding down his cheeks, revealing his brutal appearance, he didn't feel that he had captured the Xuan Middle World, there was anything special.

"Later...... Did she take it herself? ”

A knife.

The sound of "sigh" was really amazing, so that Xuan Zhongshi's eyes were blood-colored, and his cold sweat trickled down, and his clothes were quickly wet, right...... It's blood.

"You--"

A brief shock.

His body was directly implicated, and the world under his eyes was shrinking frantically, and a faint blur enveloped his eyes.

The pain seemed to be bitten by the little ant, at first, he only felt that when the blood flowed out of his body at high speed, his body was actually cold, and cold sweat fell directly in waves, and soon, it was mixed with pus and blood.

Poisoned blood?

Because of the rush of time, the fat man rubbed his jaw thoughtfully—and it really was, and he didn't even have time to splash the poison on the blade.

But that's enough.

gave the boy a fatal blow, but the woman came from a famous family, and he really wanted to climb to the sky in one step?

The person she wants, she doesn't seem to ask for it, so the fat man is naturally itchy in the bottom of his heart.

With a "snap", something suddenly fell out of his lower pocket, white flowers, and in the dark night, there was a feeling of abandonment.

How could a person of such stature not have this thing? He crumpled it and tucked it in his pocket.

It spun and fell, and the Xuan Middle World, there was almost no difference of less than a millimeter, and the falling speed between them was almost a stark gap, and the Xuan Middle World was trying his best to save his body.

The paper ball was loosely kneaded, and soon when there was a muffled sound in the forest, it "snapped" and crawled on the ground, and several corners trembled for a moment, and then opened.

Wet feeling, wet ground.

The handwriting on it was clearly soaked with sweat, and he was confused, but he didn't value it.

Impressively in the purpose of the handwriting, torn silk.

"Soul Detection --

Time: Late spring (March) ~ early summer (April).

Location: Qingcheng.

Crossing the bordering woodland of Qingcheng, walking on the road to heaven, seeing a small building in the forest Lingyin, there is a spirit stone in it, created by the screening physician, as long as you see this, you can enter, there is no limit to the comers, through the screening, the treatment is negotiable. ”

I saw that the handwriting was elegant and heroic, like a dragon going to sea, chic and uninhibited.

It is such an expensive silk, and it is true that it is high-sounding to write this "Recruiting Talents", but is there a real meaning in this?

He had been thrown into the woods.

It's the wind, or it's his heart.

The light and elegant color is like an endless, calm sky after a thousand sails have passed.

In the end, a seal, cinnabar color, crimson like the moon and stars.

Dark.

It is not a curse, but a symbol of prayer.

"Xuanjia."

Two words, Xuanjia.

It's simple, and it's a breakthrough.

The Xuan family, what kind of rich family is it?