Chapter 343 The youth is a ray of light, and will eventually be recognized!
silence.
It is a hustle and bustle.
The teenager standing on the wall is the light in the eyes of the thousands of people in Lucheng.
Not because he is standing at a high place.
But when someone needs to stand up, he stood out.
Practitioner.
It has always been high.
And those who can break the darkness with the sword and sprinkle the world with light are the original way of the mortal practitioners.
Mortal disdain looking up at the sky.
It is because while the demon raging the world, the practitioners also learned to ride on their heads.
When the ancient murderer harvested the people of Rucheng ruthlessly.
Deep in the hearts of the weak mortals, there are a magnificent figure hidden, that is the hero in their hearts.
Twenty years ago.
Someone had been fortunate to see such a person, but now, they are old.
Twenty years later.
The teenager of the white sword on the wall is like an immortal spirit, such as a sword of a hidden sheath.
Righteousness arrives as scheduled.
Suddenly.
The mortal who runs are so joyful.
The silent Lucheng burst out of deafening cheers:
"Gu Bai!"
"Gu Bai!"
"Gu Bai!"
When the wind blew this sound to Gu Yu's ears, he couldn't help raising his eyes, tears burst out.
Eighteen -year -old age.
Tears are more precious than blood.
"Gu Yu's life."
"He is Gu Yusheng!"
Mo Wanyun, who had become Minghui, suddenly opened her arms, her clothes, she moved to the lotus, chasing the wind and the moon, and passing the slightly trembling voice to all directions.
At this time, she.
It's not Mr. Shi Shi from the Holy House.
She abandoned the worldly etiquette.
Return to the heart.
Like the little girl at that time, running in the peach blossom forest in Qingping Mountain runs wet.
now.
Mo Wanyun understands Gu Yu's heart than anyone else.
She also wanted to run over to stand by Gu Yu's life.
but.
Mo Wanyun hopes that the glory of this moment belongs to Gu Yu's life.
Yesterday is the history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift of God!
The cheers of this Ashi.
It is the best gift from God to Gu Yu's life.
She hopes that Gu Yu can enjoy this moment.
Remember this moment.
There are many disturbances in this world.
Like a mountain.
If the mountain does not come.
Then go towards the mountain.
In the alley.
Someone cheered with another person.
It was Mo Ding, who was also happy for Gu Yu's life. He even rode on Qu Lianghong's body, and he raised Qu Lianghong's ponytail.
Qu Lianghong didn't resist.
Ask Mo Ding Bohe to take advantage of the bar.
Su Shouzhuo, wearing a Confucian shirt, squeezed the ink fan of his palm.
His complexion was very white, because just now, he tried to want to have some power for Gu Yu, but the center center of the Larai Waterfall could not reach it at all.
Although futile.
But Su Shouzhuo was really happy.
He wants to drink a glass of the most intense wine in the world!
"Mr. Fifteen."
The Korean language in armor, rosy eyes. He regards the eyes of the rest of his life, admiration, and more.
Put Gu Yusheng in danger.
Soldiers?
With a full article, the talents are a little bit, and the beings are chess?
No shit!
"Brother Han, this game has not ended yet."
Su Shouzhuo said to Han Wen.
Han Wen's body suddenly shook, and suddenly woke up.
Now Lucheng.
Someone cheers.
Someone is hated, jealous.
The eyes of Hanwen fell on the face of the three sanctuary practitioners. At this moment, he finally understood that the so -called holy place glory and the identity of the Holy Yuan are actually a kind of shackle. In fact, it is just a negative.
For those who are dangerous, such a background has become a hypocrisy, asylum card!
Han Wen recognized this.
He also abandoned the identity of the Holy Yuan.
He took out a volume from his sleeves and did not know how many years he had been seized. He opened the soldier's book, and thousands of spiritual soldiers were released from the heavenly book!
He took the spirit soldiers as a big array, and set up thousands of troops.
Vowing to guard Gu Yu's life today in Rucheng.
now.
Outside the main house of the city.
The Bo Qianshan's Bu Qianzhou, Bian Shan's face is gloomy, and the Qiqi League practitioners brought by the Qi Shan are also dull on the face.
The Xuantian Taoist in Penglai Holy Land collapsed.
He thought he could achieve all his plans.
But in the end.
Yuan Yuan died.
Together with that strange murderer died unknown.
Although Xuan Tian Dao people felt the fame sweeping the floor, but deep in his heart, he was more doubtful and shocked.
He forced Gu Yu's life to do such a big deal. On the one hand, he was profitable, and on the other hand, why not hesitate to be afraid of the fierce power of the ancient mines.
He is self -proclaimed with his own means.
There is no necessary grasp of winning. It can only rely on many Penglai disciples brought by this time to seal it. At that time, with the reputation of Penglai Holy Land, seeking the help of the people present.
But now.
That murderer was dead.
Yuan Zhen's soul is dissipated in the heavens and the earth, and the soul is flying.
Look at the young man standing on the wall.
Even though he was the inheritance of Dragon Mountain, he put aside the aura, but he was just the cultivation of the middle of the seven realm to deal with Yuan Yuanshang and could not, let alone an ancient beast.
"master."
The eldest monk of Xuan Tian Dao looked at the old monk of the Great Brahma.
But at this time, I didn't say something, I don't know what I was thinking.
snort!
You can hold it.
Xuantian Taoist did not get a response. He couldn't help looking at Bai Yujing's elder Lu Tianqiong.
Lu Tianqiong's eyes flickered.
The figure fell in front of Gu Yu's life, and said in a cold tone: "Gu Yu's life, you are so big, today's Lusheng cuts monsters, destined to be famous for the world, then Yuanzhang should die."
"But can you explain to Bai Yujing in front of the world. The supreme swordsman you just cut the demon just now is my Bai Yujing's Jiulian sword tactics.
Mr. Wu, naturally can also be a murderer! "
Lu Tianqiong's words just fell.
The originally cheered Sifang Lane Lane and the streets, there was a sigh of sighing.
Alas!
Only the monster did not see the help.
When all the dust is settled, not only must you separate the merit of cutting the demon, but also deliberate at the teacher.
Although mortals do not do it.
But there are more wise men.
An old man who is not afraid of life and death yells.
"Hey."
"Dog Day."
"Hello, shame!"
"What kind of immortal? Go home and plant land!"
Hahaha!
Below.
Laughing for a while.
Obviously, Lu Tianqiong's words just now, even the people in the world can't stand it anymore.
"court death!"
Lu Tianqiong locked the wanderer old man with a wave -shaped skeleton for the first time, lifted his fingers, and a gorgeous sword mango penetrated the sky.
Can't cure fellow practitioners.
Can't you cure this anthroponomians!
Lu Tianqiong hated in his heart.
He just wants to face all mortals.
The old man died miserable.
Take this shock to a mortal.
On the wall.
Gu Yusheng's spiritual power has dried up, but he still wants to stop it all.
He raised his heavy hand.
Haven't had time to shoot.
In the corner, the Erhu sounded suddenly.
Qu Yinhua sword, the sword qi suddenly dissipated.
Sound and arrest.
Gu Yusheng's heart was stunned.
His body was as dry as dead wood. He got a momentary nourishment under the short -term erhu sound, and the soul of tingling was also briefed.