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The sky has begun to be gloomy.

A gust of cold wind broke out in the Zangbing Valley, blowing the sky with pear blossoms, sad and bleak.

In front of Xu Zhubing Pavilion, hundreds of disciples with the word "Shu" were surrounded by him. Uncle Jiang's fifth uncle, who was staring at the master gate of Zhubing Pavilion, unconsciously closed his clothes. He reached out and twisted the two strands of gray drooping on his temples.

The slightly narrowed eyes have a strong sense of autumn cold and quietness.

Uncle Jiang's fifth uncle, who felt that the general situation was settled, sighed and said, "Uncle Puyang, what about the old fifth brother's game?"

The hunched figure holding the sword beside him habitually lowered his head: "Look at Lao Nu, there is only one son who doesn't know the fixed number."

With his strength as no less than any other spiritual orifice realm, the talisman general formed a formation to trap Shushan Mo Yan, and with Peng Jiusuo leading the Qingli army to siege the city of the 30,000 soldiers, the three thousand iron Buddhas had no time to take care of him, and there was a first entry beside him

The Puyang sword head at the realm of the Transformation of Tribulation, more than half of the disciples with the word "Shu" in the Tibetan Bing Valley belonged to him... When the old man of the Jiang family was ordered to enter the underworld, no matter how he looked at it, Jiang Manlou might not have the chance to walk out of the Zhubing Pavilion.

This is the only ending that the fifth uncle of the Jiang family thought about and calculated. He taught him how to be as refreshing as a fall rain.

Fantasizing that from today on, the position of the head of the first family in the world will be in the pocket, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family is filled with emotion.

He just asked casually, but never thought that there were variables hidden in the destined death!

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family raised his eyebrows: "Oh? But I don't know which son it is?"

The old swordshot of Puyang, who somehow violated his promise to help the evildoer, said: "The Arc Ba who has not been born or is about to be born."

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled disapprovingly and said, "Old Sword Head, don't you think that the two ignorant boys inside can make Arrow Ba, who is ranked among the top ten divine weapons, willing to give him the help?"

The Puyang sword head's tone was hoarse, and he didn't look up from beginning to end: "I'm just worried."

Whether before going up the mountain and entering the academy or after going down the mountain, Puyang Jianshou, who had been secretly responsible for the safety of Jiangmanlou, was clear in his heart. The young man who fought with him in Zhubing Pavilion had a good origin. He could survive until now with a country, mountains and rivers.

And he condensed the picture into a soul and learned from the underworld of Wuxiangdao Zongchuan... Such a hero who was listed as the second in the new Tianque by Tianji Pavilion would not make him feel incredible if he did anything.

Everything here includes the emergence of Arrow Eight!

Although the fifth uncle of the Jiang family didn't know who the young man with the mask on the Yinhu'er face was.

...

The heavy rain came as scheduled.

Under the gray sky, heavy rain slapped the 30,000 soldiers who were solemn in the array, cleaning the long and sharp swords into a brand new and dazzling manner. Before the siege of the city, Peng Jiu and Jiang Mangong and others were among them.

Still looking at the metropolitan city tower remained motionless.

The bored horse shook its front hooves.

Splashes of water were splashing under the iron hooves.

Peng Jiu knew his mission very well in this journey. Just as he and Jiang Manlou said, he came just for the iron armor of the Buddha. The reason why he brought these 30,000 Qingli troops was to put it bluntly, and he temporarily borrowed foxes and tiger power.

He knew that before leaving for Tibing Mountain, the military advisor had already paved the way.

All he had to do was simply follow this path.

That's all.

So he saw the Puyang swordsman assassination of the old man of the Jiang family in the past, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family completely broke up with Jiang Manlou, and the Fu Jianghong, who was shameless in the face of Shushan Moyan against the disciples of Shuzi.

A man saw the Jiang family constantly performing wonderful scenes.

This time, Peng Jiuda admired the military advisor's conspiracy from the bottom of his heart.

Whether it is the key to the internal conflicts between Tubingshan and Bingguchi, or the decisive figure who decides the outcome in this internal struggle, it is all within the military advisor's calculations.

Among them, the Puyang sword head must be mentioned.

An old slave who was willing to repay the kindness of the Jiang family for a hundred years killed his former benefactor with his own hands. If he had not calculated the heart of this person, how could he have done these things later? I am afraid that it is in the heavy rain now

The one who is sturdy is the Jiang family who is going to inherit the business of Bingshan in the future!

Jiang Mangong, who had doubts and thought for a long time, turned his head and looked at Peng Jiu: "Brothers have always had a question in their hearts."

After the overall situation of the Jiang family has been decided, Peng Jiu, who had to complete the order of the military advisor to bring back more than a thousand deputy Tiefutu, did not act arrogantly: "Brother Man Gong, please tell me."

"The Puyang Jianshou has a close relationship with the old man. He is actually like a master and apprentice with my elder brother. I really can't understand how the military advisor persuaded this person to surrender to my father."

Peng Jiu smiled and said, "What the military advisor said is that people's obsession with the world is nothing more than the four words of grudges, grudges, love and hatred. The Puyang sword head is willing to be a slave for a hundred years, so naturally there is no grudge to repay you. It can shake it or say

The root of repaying gratitude is still the word "love" after all."

Jiang Mangong seemed to understand: "It seems that he had heard that the old man had been kind to the Puyang sword head at the beginning, like because of a woman."

Peng Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the city tower of the organ: "Not long ago, the military advisor found the woman."

...

A muffled thunder rolled across the sky.

In the heavy rain, the giant gate of Zhubing Pavilion slowly opened, and a slender figure with blood-stained robe was caught in his eyes with a long sword.

That's Jiangmanlou.

Jiang Manlou, who looked a little embarrassed but did not at all lose the reputation of being a romantic young man from the first family in the world, walked out with a sword.

The heavy rain washed the body of the Ink Attack sword, and washed away the red blood that had been mixed with countless people before they died.

The silver-white sword body was revealed.

The divine weapon ink attack is shining and dazzling.

Jiang Manlou flipped his wrist.

A cold light wandered above the sword body and finally disappeared at the end of the sword tip.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family looked at the empty gate of Zhubing Pavilion, and then looked at his nephew teasingly: "You are the only one? Well, one died and one lived, but it wasn't too disappointed!

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Jiang Manlou grinned and smiled: "This time, I'm afraid I'm really going to disappoint Uncle Wu."

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family frowned slightly.

Another muffled thunder sounded above my head.

Hundreds of eyes outside the Zhubing Pavilion looked at the dim sky.

Where are the thunder clouds rolling in the sky?

I saw a sudden light shot out from the towering top of the Battle Bull Pavilion. The light broke through the pavilion, rushed into the sky, and instantly turned into a figure and fell suddenly.

That was Luo Changfeng with a silver fox-faced mask.

Luo Changfeng, holding the divine weapon arrow eight with golden glow.

The Puyang sword head next to the fifth uncle of the Jiang family raised his eyes slightly. He smelled an extremely dangerous smell, which subconsciously raised his sword and stepped forward to protect the fifth uncle of the Jiang family behind him.

The Puyang sword head in the heavy rain formed a forest.

At this time, Luo Changfeng, who was falling in the air, made a big move, and an arrow with red light in the fiery ground furnace of Zhubing Pavilion trembled violently. He felt the divine weapon Arrow Eight summoning it, trembling in a trembling wave.

It suddenly flew out of it. The golden crow arrow drew a fire light in the horizon, and then flew into Luo Changfeng's hand.

Luo Changfeng pulls his bow and takes an arrow!

The first arrow of the Divine Arrow Eight!

The loud golden crow sounded through the dark sky and resounded throughout the world.

A three-legged golden crow with fireworks slapped the wings of the fire cloud and flew towards the Puyang sword head below.

Wherever the golden crow flies, heavy rain is burning.

Puyang Jian, who has a hunched body and a slave tattoo, has a head and eyes full of fear.