Thousands of knives!
This thousand knives are like ministers, and the knives sing to the mountains that day, long live!
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In the restaurant, two Taoist priests drank all the wine in the bowl.
"please"
"please"
Two words please blurt out again.
A middle-aged man from Beixue Mountain Villa, Qiubeixue, has a silver light shining in the palm of his hand, and the solitary moon flies out and instantly expands into a human-like high and low moon wheel.
The cold light is cold, and the solitary moon wheel revolves around the snow in the north of autumn, which seems to be very spiritual to the master.
Autumn snow slowly closes its eyes, and then a wisp of pale blue Yuan Shen gossamer swims around the residual knife several times, and then Yuan Shen gossamer jumps into the solitary moon wheel.
The snow in the north of autumn refers to the roaring of the south tower and the moon flying out towards the half-snowy silver city where night falls …
The old man with crane hair stroked his gray beard and nodded secretly.
It seems to him that it is a matter of time to find the corresponding bamboo knife from the memory of the residual knife.
Autumn snow has gone out of the knife.
The old man with crane hair can’t bear it.
If the south tower moon is the moon knife, then the sky knife is the monarch knife.
Tiandaojun
Wandaochen
The old man with crane hair calmly said two words, "Knife is coming."
Jack nife called the knife.
A knife was broken from a lonely mountain in the forbidden area outside Wan Li.
Chapter 23 The south tower hangs strings and hangs the city with swords and knives
The knife instantly appeared in Wan Li in almost one brake, and the snow in Silver City was filled with silver.
The knife hung high as a monarch overlooking the temple, and the ministers added a bit of mystery because of the charming eyes of flying snow. Even Yuwen Valve, a restaurant crowd, didn’t see the true appearance of the knife.
But he can deeply feel the knife to breath.
Ancient sad and lonely breath
It’s like a desolate old man who has never seen the world for thousands of years and walked out of the’ barren grave’ for the first time.
It’s bleak, but it also has regal!
Because the knife hung high in the silver snow and silver city was not eroded by the night, half the sky was as white as ever, and the knife trembled thoughtfully at the same time.
They are uneasy.
They are afraid
They couldn’t wait to the handle Jack nife minister!
Snow Silver City, I don’t know which street, inn and area. Some Jianghu people anxiously looked at the trembling arm. He finally couldn’t bear the unruly and manic knife in his hand, and it roared out.
He suddenly called "my knife"
In an instant, Silver City held up half the sky, and thousands of knives of different shapes roared away against the snow all over the sky.
The city is full of snow knives!
The magnificent and spacious scene in front of us is no less than that of ten years ago, when Yun Jian City was grazing in the sword pavilion of Kunlun Mountain, sitting and watching the king of the mountain with millions of swords!
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The nangongshan nine cold look at turn knife hanging in the half and then looked at the silver in the origin of the handle is not in the heart but already know Jack nife obviously some unhappiness.
There are not only turning knives but also two broken knives, Zhu Yan blood, outside the snow and silver city.
But compared with the nangongshan nine angry two people looked at the broken home knife mountain forbidden area was amazing knife eyes more is difficult to hide the longing.
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An unknown courtyard in Snowy Silver City has a puzzled face.
He had never seen such a vision.
Half of the dry days are infected by moonlight, but half are as white as ever, and the snow is as usual.
And he hangs in the alternate position of night and day from the bamboo knife in his hand.
Trembling
Fear or minister!
He thought that there must be something extraordinary happening in the sky outside the dry well!
"Master must have come to save us." Holding warm jade in both hands, she still curled up, and finally a little hope appeared on her face.
"This is not the master’s knife." Liu Shisan shook his head.
The butcher’s knife is a Buddhist killing knife. When the butcher’s knife is born, it will be terrible. The lotus flower is by no means the scene before us.