The forty-eighth chapter is difficult to calm down
"Junior brother, please reply after receiving it. Urgent." Ao Guang rode on the wild flying dragon species, opened the contact book, found the talisman species belonging to Li Le, and sent a message to Li Le.
"Yes, what's going on, senior brother?"
Li Le was hiding in a safe place, sitting and watching the gods fight in the distance, eating watermelon, drinking ice-cold Coke, and living a life of poverty. Suddenly he felt the tremor of the jade charm in his arms. He quickly took out the jade charm, opened it, and thought.
After a while, he replied to Ao Guang.
"Now the people of the Juling Sect are fighting fiercely with our Shushan Sword Sect disciples in the outer areas, and the entire Northern Wilderness will soon be in chaos. Therefore, on the order of the leader, I inform you, the low-level disciples who have no fighting ability, to withdraw to Shushan.
Sword sect, preserve your strength and fire." Ao Guang said here and told Li Le about an important matter.
"The Giant Spirit Gate is a giant gate in the Eastern Wasteland. We are fully prepared for this attack and our strength is extraordinary. If I unfortunately die on the battlefield this time and am buried in the snow field, I hope that my junior brother can return to the Shushan Sword Sect and inherit our Zhuofeng tradition.
Inherited incense
, and avenge us in the future." Ao Guang was on his way to the outlying area, his eyes narrowed, after sending this message to Li Le, he cut off contact, drew his sword with determination, and disappeared into the sky into a stream of light.
The end.
Li Le squirmed, trying to speak, but after he sent the message, he discovered that Ao Guang had cut off contact with Li Le and was missing.
Looking at the carnage in the sky in the distance, Li Le suddenly remembered a sentence from his previous life. The darkness never goes away, but there are people who carry the burden for you. Even if you carry the burden like this, you have your own selfish motives. But, let me ask, everyone in the world
Who among us has no selfish motives?
Li Qiye waved his hand and gave a wry smile. He found that in the face of great issues of right and wrong, it seemed that he was a little unable to do so. He could only live a single life and watch the lives and deaths of the people.
He looked up at the sword cultivators and demons fighting fiercely in the sky, and said with a smile: "Sometimes, I really want to go crazy at all costs!"
It seemed that there was a fire in his chest, boiling and burning, surging the blood in his body, making Li Le become excited. He gently stroked the puppet he carried with him and said in a low voice: "After all, I am also from the north.
A member of Huang, a sword cultivator of the Shushan Sword Sect, if I really can't get out, then I will feel uneasy, my Taoist heart will not be peaceful, and I will not be able to calm down, so I can only stop the war with killing." As he said that, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
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I saw the puppet in Li Le's hand soaring into the sky, holding the special mascot Wei Zheng's treasure box, and rushing towards the practitioners of the Giant Spirit Sect.
"The thirty-fourth."
The practitioner of the Eastern Wasteland Giant Spirit Sect licked the fresh blood on the spear in his hand, looked at the sword cultivator of the Shushan Sword Sect with devilish eyes, and said, "Run? Where can you run? Beihuang
Sooner or later the earth will fall to our east
In the hands of the barren people, when we, the king of the Eastern Wilderness, come to the Northern Wilderness, even if you bugs escape to the ends of the earth, you will not escape death. When that day comes, your descendants will become our slaves forever and ever, ants stepping under our feet.
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"Bah, you thief, if you have the guts, come and kill me! How can I, a swordsman, be afraid of death and afraid of fighting a coward like you? If you have the guts, come and kill me! Your grandpa is here, waiting for you.
Come."
The swordsmen of the Shushan Sword Sect have very hard bones. Even if they only have one arm left and their body is in pieces without an inch of intact flesh and blood, they are still strong and strong and dare to show their swords.
The character of sword cultivator is clearly displayed at this moment.
The bloody sword, the burning life, in the life-and-death fight, the broken sword in the hands of this swordsman seems to have given birth to a touch of spiritual wisdom, echoing the iron-clad swordsman, who would rather die than lower his head.
"I will break your bones, mince your flesh and blood and feed it to the dogs, hang your life, and let you open your eyes to see how your nine tribes were humiliated by us, and how the Shushan Sword Sect was defeating us step by step.
Towards destruction under the conquest of the Eastern Wasteland.
Sometimes, I want to see if you stubborn sword cultivators can still harden their bones." The practitioners of Juling Sect frowned, seeming to be dissatisfied that the sword cultivators of Shushan Sword Sect did not bow their heads.
, said with cruel eyes.
"kill!"
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. Although he is only an insignificant swordsman and an inconspicuous chess piece in the Shushan Sword Sect, his pride, his sword heart, and his soul fighting for the Northern Wilderness have never retreated even half a step.
"Okay, good come."
Seeing this sword cultivator charging towards him, the cultivator from Juling Sect smiled instead of getting angry and said, "Don't worry, I will send you down to Jiuquan to meet your brothers."
"Fate Sword Technique."
At this moment, the sword cultivator's eyes were red, and the flesh and blood all over his body burned to the peak. With a sword chant, the sword came out without regrets, sacrificing life and death, and sacrificing all the swordsmanship. At this moment, a sword was slashed out, and the stars
The sun was dim and without light, as if the light of the entire world had been taken away by such a stunning sword, which stabbed heavily into the chest of the Giant Spirit Sect practitioner.
"Pfft! How is that possible?"
The cultivator of the Giant Spirit Sect stared in disbelief at the broken sword that had pierced his chest, his internal organs crushed by the sword's power, blood foam squirming on his lips, and he suddenly returned to the light, his hands were like hammers, and he smashed these things in one go.
The sword cultivator was knocked away.
He covered his bleeding chest, shook his head, and said, "Can a broken sword also kill people?"
After saying that, he fell down, like snowflakes drifting in the wind, falling gently towards the snowfield below the void.
"Another guy here to die."
Another practitioner from the Giant Spirit Sect blocked Li Le's path and struck out with his big hand. A Giant Spirit God of War appeared behind him, like a Kunpeng coming out of the North Sea, shaking the world and shaking the earth. With the strength of a mountain, he fired out continuous sonic booms, as if he was arrogant.
The Bull Demon fell heavily in front of Li Le's puppet.
"Death? I have always killed others, and no one has ever killed me! The person who is qualified to kill me has not yet appeared. Today I will give you two words, idiot."
"Who is this person? What a loud tone. He actually dares to face the practitioners of the Giant Spirit Sect and angrily accuses them of being stupid." Those who dare to participate in the war at this time are not simple ordinary people, so
, some disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect who were fighting fiercely, when they heard Li Le's arrogant and arrogant words, they all became excited and became crazy.
Seeing the divine power exerted by the practitioners of the Giant Spirit Sect, the puppet did not dodge or evade. He held up the Wei Zheng treasure box in his hand and blocked it in front of his body. He used his backhand to perform a classic swordsmanship move of the Shushan Sword School, the sword-drawing technique.