Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh twists and turns
"Sad, sad spring and autumn!"
Grasp ~ I lived in Luo Hang's wrist with a whom all white old man, obviously the emperor's cultivation, but from him, he could not feel the momentum of the master and the spirit of the spirit, as if he was an old man in the years.
Only sadness and sorrows are lingering around.
"The child in the East was killed by you!"
The sad spring and autumn did not answer Luo Hangyi, but asked sorrowfully.
Luo Hangyi has been awake from the shock, and the aura is surging, and he will open the grief in spring and autumn ~ Holding the hand of his wrist.
"Old and not dead, Wei Dongfang, the most important thing about you died in my hands, it's sad! Hahaha, you are sad, I don't know how happy!"
Luo Hang had a smile on his face, and wanted to see the sadness of sad spring and autumn, but he was surprised to find that the sad look on the sorrowful spring and autumn face unchanged. It seemed that the news of Wei Dongfang was dead.
Luo Hangyi wanted to break away from the restraint of sad spring and autumn, but he did not succeed at all.
wrong!
Luo Hang responded violently, and the sad spring and autumn appeared here. He should have been a day of poisoning, but now he not only appears here, but also does not seem to be damaged.
Luo Hang quickly urged the toxins in the sad spring and autumn, but it was like a stone sinking sea, and there was no response at all.
"How did you do it."
Luo Hang asked in a consciousness that he used this method to control the sorrowful spring and autumn for a long time. If the sad spring and autumn can inhibit the toxin, he has done that, how can he wait until now!
"Don't start!"
As soon as Luo Hang noticed that the situation seemed a little wrong, he drank a loudest at Jiang Yangqiu, and at the same time, he pumped ~ Get the long sword and grab the sorrowful spring and autumn ~ hold the hand of his wrist.
Luo Hangyi's sword did retreat to the sorrow of spring and autumn. However, soon, he found that he was caught in a gray world, which made him feel sad and weak in his heart.
This is the control world of sad spring and autumn!
Luo Hangyi practiced the great sorrow of the peak to forget the sword, and even realized the sword meaning. He naturally had such control of the world, but when he wanted to start his own field of countermeasures, he found that his
In control of the world, the competition is not enough to be sad spring and autumn.
How is that possible!
His field cannot counter sad spring and autumn, and he cannot control the initiative of this world. It can only mean one thing. The realm of sitting and forgetting the sword in the sorrowful spring and autumn is higher than him!
He has cultivated the big tragedy to forget the sword to the seventh peak, and the grief of the sorrowful spring and autumn, the realm of forgetting the sword, wouldn't he reach the eighth!
But this great sadness has been forgotten the sword and the ancestor of the peaks and the ancestors of the peaks, and no one has been able to practice to the eighth floor, sad spring and autumn ...
"Hangyi, whether you believe it or not, as a master, I have never had a private Tibetan, and even the sorrowful sitting forgotten the sword, and it only passed it to you, and it is awarded it. I thought I could change this way.
You have to look back, but you don't expect you to be obsessed. In this case, I will teach you a lesson again, let you know that I have to forget the peaks and sorrows and forget the real power! "
As the sound of sad spring and autumn falling, Luo Hang felt that there seemed to be gray smoke penetrating into his skin, and then came out of his body.
As these gray smoke left, it seemed that there was something quietly left from his body.
What is that!
Luo Hang felt shocked and wanted to catch the things that left him, but found that the more he wanted to catch ~ hold it, the faster those things left, but the memories he almost forgotten continued.
Full of his mind.
With sad spring and autumn, he took a embarrassment.
There is a sad spring and autumn pointing to the appearance of his sword movement.
Wei Dongfang looked at him with admiration and called him Senior Brother.
There are also Pian Xia Xiaoying look at his appearance.
But when did these people look like?
Luo Hang felt great sadness in his heart, but he always felt as if he had forgotten something.
In the gray space, Luo Hang's face was still filled with sadness, but the light in his eyes gradually dissipated and eventually turned into a blank.
"Hang Yi, this is the true power of the Zuowang Sword of Great Compassion at the Zuowang Peak. Sadness is not hurt, and Zuowang becomes empty."
The sad spring and autumn recovered his control of the world, and Luo Hangyi has become empty and has no memory, and there is no memory of self -consciousness.
"I still underestimate these old foxes of your Brahma sword. It seems that you have been prepared for a long time."
Jiang Yangqiu really looked at Luo Hangyi into a living dead, but the expression on his face did not fluctuate at all. It seemed that all this was not unexpected.
In fact, Luo Hangyi was just a chess piece. The person who was jealous and fainted, coupled with the nature of forgetfulness, was not the object of the real cooperation between their bloody pavilion.
The appearance of sad spring and autumn really surprised him.
"The head of the male, the old man of the Zong Zheng, it seems that you are not really poisoned. The old man of Zong Zheng, in order to let the old friends solve the evil person, you are willing to be humiliated, it really surprised me and admire it."
The hands of the Elder Zong Zheng Zheng gently brushed his face, the swelling on his face ~ the swelling immediately dissipated, and restored his original appearance.
Let's talk about that blood drunk is a matter. "
Elderly Zong Zheng stood up, and he couldn't see the a little poisoning. The crowds behind the elders of Elder Zong Zheng had quickly divided into two teams and gathered all of the real poisoning people aside.
Even the disciples who were poisoned in the forgetful peak were taken care of, leaving only the bloody Moon Pavilion, and ... Rui Jianfeng's crowd.
"Good vision, good means, good acting skills, even I have been deceived."
Jiang Yangqiu sneered, "Old, don't act, people have seen you through it."
站 Shen Yuan stood silently and walked to Jiang Yangqiu, and was not surprised to expose his identity.
"I told you that the means of poisoning are too inferior, and it is impossible to succeed at all."
After that, the peak disciples who were confused only reacted.
"The Bloody Pavilion is really not good at coming, so it is poisonous!"
"Luo Hangyi, who is sitting in forgetfulness, is a poisonous person. He is a traitor!"
"Sitting and forgetting Fengfeng appeared, and suddenly Luo Hangyi turned into a living dead!"
"It turned out that the Lord of the Fengfeng was the real traitor!"
"The head of the head and Zong Zheng did not have poisoning, and even expected the current situation for a long time!"
In a short time, there was a wave of twists and turns, and the situation continued to change. However, when everyone thought that everything was under the control of justice and the Elder President of Zong Zheng, but changed again.
"puff!"
The justice that was about to stand up suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the color of the blood was black!
Jiang Yangqiu smiled proudly.
"Justice, the poisonous taste in my hand is good!"
"Rest assured, this is just an appetizer. For today, I have prepared a lot of good things for a long time. For example, Pei Chunqiu, is the poison in your body who can't suppress it?"
"And Zong Zhenghong, do you still feel your palm?"