Nightfall Chapter 135: Be the head.

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The elder brother put down the guqin, patted with both hands, and introduced the two breaths into the bodies of Beigong and Ximen, then silently bowed his head and began to repair the guqin and clear the pipe.

Jun Mo was stained with blood and walked back from the wilderness to salute the senior.

Only then did the people in the academy wake up and salute the seniors.

The big brother returned the gift and said: “Thank you very much.”

Everyone noticed the blood stains on the elder brother’s jacket, and they knew that the battle of thousands of miles between him and the master, the level of danger and difficulty, even exceeded the battle of Qingxia that they had experienced, and they were very worried.

The big brother didn’t want everyone to worry, he looked up at the canopy and said: “This seems to be used by the back mountain to cover the sun. It is actually used by you to block arrows. It’s not bad, but you must carefully fly the sword.” /

Then he rearranged the formation and layout in front of Qingxia.

The autumn wind returned, and there were many cracks on his cotton-padded jacket that were cut by Dao sword. Some cotton leaned out of his waist from the cracks, trembling slightly by the wind, and then turned into a phantom.

The big brother disappeared under the canopy.

In the field before the green mountain, the blood-colored robes danced and whizzed, Ye Hongyu summoned the Dao Sword to protect Dao Xin, her face was full of solemn expression, she didn’t know if that figure would appear in front of her next moment.

In the south of the wilderness, in the coalition camp of the Xiling Temple, the disciples of the sword pavilion looked at the surrounding sky like an enemy. Liu Bai sat calmly beside the embers of last night, with a calm expression, the sword resting on his lap quietly in the sheath.

No one knows where Mr. College Master has gone.

But everyone can guess that he must be here.

Next moment.

The figure of the big brother appeared in the south of the wilderness, in the coalition formation of the Xiling Temple. He looked at the old heavenly priest in the depths of the gods through the heavy veil, and pulled out the short wooden stick around his waist.

The great priest of Tianyu looked at the scholar outside the veil, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

More than a dozen red-clothed priests rushed to the gods sternly.

The big brother held a short stick and looked at the great priest outside the veil, without making any movements.

The priests in red were shaken off like rocks. He fell heavily to the ground, splashed with mud and smoke, and was unconscious. Everyone has a clear red and swollen stick mark on their forehead.

The starlight deep in the eyes of the great priest suddenly burned, and the heavy veils burned up wherever he looked. It seemed to have become the sacred fire of the Haotian Divine Kingdom, stopping in front of the big brother.

The big brother raised the stick in his hand.

His padded jacket trembled slightly, dragging out an afterimage,

He still seems to be standing quietly outside the gods, outside the burning veil.

At the end of the afterimage, there is another one who has passed the terrifying divine fire and came to the front of the great priest.

The great priest of Tianyu looked at him in front of him, and said without expression: “Whoever believes in Haotian…”

The big brother said: “The son does not speak.”

The great priest no longer speaks.

Big brother lifted his stick and hit it.

Looking at the stick that broke through the sky, the great priest of Tianyu saw 4,892 possibilities in a moment.

The scriptures before him. Exudes infinite light.

He hid his body into the light.

He didn’t hesitate to damage the Taoist heart and saw the future, so he avoided the 4,892 possibilities.

The big brother stood in front of him, holding a stick, still simply hitting it down.

This stick seems simple. It’s actually very simple.

In this short period of time, the short wooden club swung four thousand eight hundred and ninety-three.

In the end, it was just a blow.

There was a dull crash in the god.

Countless turbulences of heaven and earth rushed out like a hurricane. The curtains lit by the sacred fire instantly turned into countless scorched butterflies, flying all over the sky in the wilderness.

The teachings exude infinite light. Become debris in the autumn wind.

The body of the great priest reappeared in the god, sitting cross-legged, covered in blood.

The blow of the big brother hit on the forehead of the great priest, and even more on his heart.

Just a blow, the great priest of Tianyu has already suffered irreparable injuries.

The **** water that was not thick, even seemed a little clear, dripped along the wrinkles on his face, like a dry mountain, and suddenly a heavy rain fell.

But his expression was very quiet, because he knew his end since he heard the sound of the piano.

At the beginning, the two sects of Buddhism and Daoism killed Ning Que and Sangsang at the White Pagoda Temple in the Moon Kingdom. They were about to succeed, but in the end, it was because of the sound of the piano that an irreversible change occurred.

There really isn’t much new in the world.

“Mr. Da is indeed Mr. Da. The academy set up ambushes in Qingxia, and naturally the coordinates have already been set. The temple did not think of this, and failure was a matter of course.”

The great priest looked at the big brother and said.

The big brother knew why he was still talking to himself at this time, but he felt that it was rude not to answer the other person, and replied: “So the master will arrive later than me. I want to hurry up and do something… That quiet carriage is not far from the gods.

When the gods turned into a burning train, and then turned into a bleak scene of fallen leaves in the late autumn, the allied forces of the Temple exclaimed in horror and shock, and the faces of the disciples of Jian Pavilion became a little pale.

The expression on Liu Bai’s face finally changed, not as calm as before.

The sword is still resting on his knees, but just like his mood at this time, he seems to feel a certain threat, and he becomes excited and vigilant, buzzing slightly, and the sword is half out of the scabbard!

In the autumn two years ago, he and Mr. Da met in the Jiange.

He was sitting by the pool, and Mr. Da was standing in front of him.

Mr. Big travels thousands of miles, and his sword can also travel thousands of miles.

So although he recalled the flying sword, he was calm.

Because he was convinced that no matter how good Mr. Da’s realm is, he cannot threaten him.

Today, in the wilderness before the green mountain, he once again saw the figure of the scholar, a little surprised at the progress of the other party, but it was not until then that the gods turned to ruins, he did not confirm…

That gentleman really learned to fight!

A person who can do everything except fights, can be the strongest in the world… Now that he has even learned to fight, then can it be said that he can even be the strongest in this area?

Who else could be his opponent?

Liu Bai slowly stretched out his hand and held the slightly vibrating sword hilt, with a cheerful and happy expression on his face.

It is really gratifying to have such an opponent in the world.

However, what made him feel a little disappointed was that this battle did not happen.

The big brother left. He played a murderous music with a string, severely wounded a priest of Xiling with a wooden stick, and then quietly left.

Come and go in a hurry.

The reason for this.

Because a Taoist appeared on the field before Qingxia.

The Taoist is dressed in blue clothes… Today I wrote a little bit hard, and then I don’t need the chapter name. It’s more appropriate to use this one, and there is another chapter. )

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