Song of Adolescence

Silver Moon Gun, crying heartbroken.

The chest of a killer was penetrated instantly.

At the same time, a huge knife as big as the door fell from the sky, and cut a killer in half.

The remaining third place was beaten out with a palm, fell to the wall and collapsed to the ground, as if the bones of the whole body had been shattered.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows: "This combination is interesting."

Suzaku, the four guardians of the Apocalypse, Sagong Qianluo.

The disciple of Hanshan Temple Wangyou Zen master, no Zen.

The top five killers on the killer list, Minghou.

Ye Ruoyi let out a long sigh of relief: "You are here."

"Sister Ye, did you hurt you?" Sikong Qianluo asked.

"Fortunately, they seem to be afraid that the national teacher is here, just a test." Ye Ruoyi stepped back and asked the national teacher, "National teacher, you can find the position of the person just now."

Qi Tianchen shook his head: "Not yet."

Wu Chan stepped forward and looked at the corpse that had been beaten to pieces by his Vajra and Demon magical powers, and frowned slightly: "You said that Junior Brother was made into such a medicine man?"

"Yes, I saw him that day. The four masters of the heaven realm couldn't stop him together, and even one of the five sword immortals could not defeat him." Sikong Qianluo replied.

Wu Chan retracted his hand: "Xiao Se has a way to heal him?"

"It is said that the medicine will be dispensed soon, but how to get him to take the medicine is a problem. He is too strong." Sagong Qianluo shook his head.

"So he entered this building, maybe after he came out, it might not be so." Qi Tianchen said.

Wu Chan stood up and said, "Then wait for him to come out!"

"Illness!" The third scream sounded.

A cold light flashed, and a long knife had fallen behind Wuchan.

Wu Chan smiled, turned his head and punched Donkey Kong, and the punch hit the blade.

The blade didn't move, but Wu Chan was forced to take seven steps back. Although there was a guardian body with the magical powers of the Vajra Volunteer, his hands trembled involuntarily.

"What a great sword strength." Wu Chan looked up, but was taken aback.

The man's face was full of knife marks, but his eyes were broken, and he was unconscious at a glance.

"Be careful, this person is not easy." Xie Xuan looked at the knife in his hand, "The knife just now has an extraordinary momentum, and it should have been transmitted by Xie Qidao from the Xie family in the dark river. Lan Yuehou visited this person a few days ago. It should be Xie Jiucheng, the current owner of the Xie family."

"Thanks to the Patriarch." Sikong Qianluo frowned slightly, "How come you have become such a ghost."

"He was injured." Minghou said solemnly, "and it was an almost fatal injury, but he survived."

"You have also been seriously injured." Wuchan said suddenly, "Back then, you severely injured the old man Tianquan, and you were also seriously injured, almost dying."

"No, in fact, I was almost certain to die at that time." Minghou carefully looked at Xie Jiucheng in front of him, "It is as serious as his injury, even if Hua Tuo reborn, it will not be cured."

"But you have been healed, and like the person in front of you, you have lost your mind. It seems that many things suddenly become explainable." Wuchan said in a deep voice, "Thank Jiucheng, yes. People in the dark river?"

"The river is loyal to the Scarlet King Xiao Yu." Ye Ruoyi said.

Minghou was stunned: "Red King?"

"Illness!" The fourth scream sounded.

Xie Jiucheng rushed towards everyone with a knife in his hand.

"I'm coming!" Minghou waved the giant knife abruptly, facing Xie Jiucheng's knife. His aura is quite extraordinary, he is the top five killer on the killer list, and his strength should not be underestimated. But everyone knows that for Dark River, that killer list is just a joke.

And Minghou Yueji, who could rank fifth on the killer list, was nothing more than a master who had reached a comfortable position when acting alone. Although after a brief awakening from Raksha Hall, Ming Hou felt as if he had stepped faintly into the Happy Heaven. But now Xie Jiucheng has been refined into a medicine man, and his strength is far better than before.

After three correct swords, Ming Hou did not gain the upper hand. Instead, Xie Jiucheng's long sword left several marks on his body.

"I'll help you." Wu Chan stepped forward.

"Quick!" The screaming sound kept ringing.

Finally, four more jumped into the wall.

"This time it seems that we have found out our trump cards and sent all the people in." Xie Xuan looked back, "Which floor did the people inside go up to?"

"It's really troublesome." Sagong Qianluo slammed the spear, "It is because of you people that we have been staying in this Tianqi City and cannot be separated. See if I will not kill you!" She flung the spear, but charged. To thank the old city and go: "Who is the most powerful one, Minghou, No Zen, you have taken care of the others!"

"The daughter of the spear fairy is really extraordinary." Qi Tianchen smiled.

Xie Xuan nodded: "It can be said to be exactly the same temperament as her mother back then."

Although the fight outside the first floor of the world has been extremely difficult, the inside of the first floor of the world is extremely quiet.

Xiao Se looked at the portrait of the ancestor of the Emperor Qin Tianjian for a long time, but he didn't see anything unusual, and the Wuji stick slowly became quiet. He finally gave up his observation and walked around the room, but he didn't find the door to go out, so he retreated.

"I said, Master Grandpa, what do you want me to do, is it okay to give me a precise sentence? Don't look scary." Xiao Se pressed the stick in his hand and said impatiently, "Don't give me anything. I just smashed your portrait!"

Suddenly, the character seal on the Promise Club suddenly flashed.

Xiao Se was taken aback, and suddenly a hand came up on his shoulder.

Honghe Temple.

A beautiful woman with white hair was sitting on the eaves, tapping the bricks on the side with a stick in her hand, motioning the people below to look up.

But the fairy father Qingjin of Honghusi Temple, who was sitting there gently turning the Buddha beads, did not even raise his eyebrows.

"A visitor is here, don't say hello? Please have a drink at the bar?" Ji Xue said lazily.

"I don't have any wine here, just tea." Father Jinxian gently swept the beads out of his hand, took a cup of hot tea next to him, flicked it again, and threw the tea cup up.

Ji Xue stretched out her hand to take the tea cup, took a look, blew it and drank it slowly, she smiled: "Good tea."

"Does Bai Xiaotang like to be the gentleman of Liang Shang?" Jinxian asked.

"I admire Fairy Jin, we won’t play dumb puzzles and give me the person I want. If you can’t protect him, you shouldn’t protect him. And since I know, those people won’t check too Slow." Ji Xue dropped the tea cup gently.

Father Jinxian reached out his hand to catch the teacup, still did not look up: "What if I say, no?"