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Xuanyuan Yuheng heard a Long Yin, and then saw the black Jin Changjian blinked with a heelson.

"Long Yuan!" He recognized this sword at a glance. It was Long Yuan, one of the three swords he was pursuing. The cheeks under his ghost face became more distorted.

Jiang Chengfeng flew in shape, grabbed Long Yuanjian's hilt, and picked up the sword body, repelled Xuanyuan Yuheng two steps, and then stepped on the blue stone slab to the tomb.

Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyes were cold and angry, and he drank angrily:

"Old ghost Huang Tang, Zhang Yinzong, stop Jiang Chengfeng for me, you must thank you!"

Huang Tang's old ghost's old face was stained with wine, and his body seemed to stand unstable. The gourd around his waist was shaking. The thin lips under his red leisone nose suddenly sprayed a sip of wine at Jiang Chengfeng.

"puff!"

At the moment when he was close to Jiang Chengfeng, he suddenly turned into a fire, shining the valley to make a fire.

Jiang Chengfeng's eyes were shaking and mixed with his anger. In his hand, Long Yuan's sword trembled, and he wanted a sword to wipe out the sea of ​​fire. As soon as the sword was revealed, he only listened to the sound of "Ding".

Fired on Longyuan's sword.

Jianzu abandoned Zhang Yinzong's eyebrows were cold, and he stopped Jiang Chengfeng's way with the sword. Although he was the pinnacle of the Master of Sanpin, he was not defeated by Jiang Chengfeng, but he was studying in Jianzu, which was enough to stop Jiang Chengfeng for a while.

And Zhang Yinzong did not think too much about the Prajna Sutra. He was mainly invited by the faceless person to come to help out.

Xuanyuan Yuheng was relieved in his heart. Now among the masters present, except for the older generation of Gu Changtian and Master Wutu Master, only Si Kong who left the door left and Jiang Chengfeng gave him pressure on him.

The biggest, he will never allow the two to step into the tomb before him, otherwise he will lose a step step by.

He tapped his toes and plundered before the burning sea of ​​fire.

The stealing gatekeeper Sikong didn't borrow Longxing Tiger step forward and stood beside Jiang Chengfeng. He was holding a small shovel in his hand, but no one at the scene felt funny.

You know, Si Kong did not borrow between the tomb, and the small shovel broke the number of the tomb for him. It is said that this small shovel and the strange effect of wicked the soul of evil.

The owner of the blood knife door, the helper of the cloth, the elders of the Aoyama Sword School, the Ji family, the master of the Wang family, etc.

Da Xia is vast and the territory is vast. There are many forces that have not rushed to Putuo Temple in the South China Sea. Perhaps they gave up the competition, maybe it was still above the road.

Among the strong ones present, although Si Kong does not use the strongest strength, the strength of these martial arts masters or senior management should not be underestimated. They are all coming for the "Portal Sutra". Naturally, they cannot let go.

Before the faceless person and Si Kong did not borrow the two people and horses, they naturally were willing to fight for the two sides, but now the two sides confront each other, the sea of ​​fire, and when there is a fire, they naturally come forward.

There are too many faceless people and the stolen door owners.

"Non -Prajna Sutra" is one of the martial arts unique studies. It can evolve all kinds of martial arts in rivers and lakes, and get it, and become a giant of rivers and lakes.

How many people can calm down?

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were calm, standing behind the watching crowd, holding Gu Nanjie's slim and jade hands with his left hand, holding Sikongxing's little hand in his right hand, he stared at the many strong men in front of the entrance of the tomb, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Then, then

Whether he has obtained the secrets of Prajna in advance or not, the fighting of everyone on the rivers and lakes will not stop, and even once he knows that there is no way to have a secret, there is no mind, it will only set off a bigger and bloody rain.

The sea of ​​fire gradually extinguished, and the martial arts in front of the tomb was stunned, and the strong eyes were like a knife.

Zhao Wujiang felt the eyes of guarding the mausoleum. He looked sideways, and he sighed slightly. The meaning of the guardian was to let them leave.
Chapter completed!