"poof!"
When Zhuge was not bright, the black gas was transpiration, and he fully stimulated Gu Wu’s Upanishads and scattered the fairy fog outside the Tianchi Saint. The fairy fog is broken, revealing a delicate and beautiful face, just like the perfect masterpiece of heaven, without any flaws.
"bang!"
Zhuge blew a punch at the Tianchi Saint, and with a snort, her body flew out. Even she couldn’t resist Zhuge’s blinding blow.
The practitioners of all forces who have boarded the ship in the distance can’t help but change color. Zhuge’s lack of light can repel such a character as the Saint of Tianchi, and his strength is really terrible.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Duguhe and the sword rushed up, and two long swords were inserted into Zhuge’s dull chest, and with Zhuge’s dull body, they were nailed to a mountain in the distance.
At this moment, the seven stars above Zhuge’s head were broken, his eyes became dim, and his blood flowed out, dyeing the mountain red.
At this time, Tianchi Shengnu Su’s hand fell, and a dozen flying swords flew out and nailed to various joints of Zhuge’s dull body.
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Chapter two hundred and four Ancient money sword
"What on earth is what? Tianchi Saint, why do they want to target Zhuge Liang? "
"Is it for that piece of nine deep and remote black iron? But Xuantie has left Zhuge’s dim body, so why kill him? " "Hum, this boy is too arrogant, and he deserves to die if he doesn’t put anyone in his eyes."
"But there must be a reason why he didn’t sin against the Tianchi Saint and others."
They said, looking at the beach.
At the moment, Zhuge Liang was not bright, and more than a dozen flying swords were nailed to a mountain peak by Tianchi Saint, and the blood stained the rocks behind him. Zhuge was lifeless, his eyes were empty, and he died of blood.
"creak"
With a clear and tender cry, the little sword spirit emerged from Zhuge Liang’s unlit body, and Zhuge Liang was crucified on the mountain peak, covered in blood. Small sword spirit sob pharynx pharynx, clever big eyes filled with tears, tender little hand caressed zhuge not bright coagulation full of blood on the cheek.
"squeak!" Small sword spirit whimper, constantly to push zhuge not bright.
"It’s the sword spirit, catch him!" DuGuHe drink a way, take the lead in the small sword spirit.
At the same time, the sword went red and rushed to the elf. The Saint of Tianchi shed a light and covered the little sword spirit.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak," the little sword spirit panicked and turned into a blue light that appeared thousands of meters away.
At this time, the bloody light curtain in the sky has fallen, and the Tianchi Saint Jiao shouted, "No chance, let’s go."
The three men flew away quickly and boarded the ship of their own power. The ship sailed out and headed for the sea like an arrow that left the string. At this time, the bloody light curtain completely enveloped the desert island.
The practitioners of various schools stood at the bow of the boat, overlooking the sealed desert island. On a mountain peak of this desert island, Zhuge Liang was nailed by ten flying swords and was lifeless. The expressions of the major practitioners are complex, with regret and joy. Zhuge Liang’s strength has moved all forces in Kyushu. If it is allowed to grow up, Kyushu will be turbulent and never have peace.
But at the moment, this kind of character is blocked on a desert island.
When all forces left, the desert island was completely sealed, and no one could set foot on it again within a hundred years.
On the peak, Zhuge was nailed by ten flying swords before dawn, and there was no breath. The whole desert island is covered by a bloody light curtain, and the sky and mountains here are all reflected in blood red. And over the desert island, a tall altar is suspended.
The little sword spirit flew back to Zhuge’s unlit side, and his big eyes were filled with tears, whimpering and constantly pushing Zhuge’s unlit body.
But Zhuge was not bright, but his eyes were empty and there was no response.
"Brush!"
Just then, a figure appeared in front of the mountain peak, burly, with a bloody head flying wantonly.
Fall into the sky!
"squeak!"
Small sword spirit nervous, a face of fear, disappeared in situ, appeared in the distance.
Standing in the sky with a negative hand, I looked at Zhuge, who was crucified on the mountain peak, without any feelings in my eyes.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
"Do you remember me?" Falling into the sky, my voice is hoarse.
"squeak!" Small sword spirit without any said, still far away from him.
Fall day eyes calm, a wave of his hand without any fluctuations, but ten flying swords nailed to Zhuge Buliang were shattered, Zhuge Buliang’s body fell down, but was dragged flat and slowly to the ground by an invisible fluctuation.
Staring at Zhuge in the sky, he nodded: "There is still a breath." After that, he repeatedly pointed at Zhuge’s dim chest, and every point pointed to one place, and a purple light spot appeared. Falling fast in the sky, even under Zhuge Liang’s chest, where he fell, was the location of Zhuge Liang’s seven acupoints.
"hmm?" At this time, falling into the sky seems to be a little abnormal, staring at the seven sacred caves, and the eyes of Gujing without waves reveal a little strange.
The seven caves are shining with ying ying brilliance, and the faint purple light covers him.
When I looked at Xiao Jianling, my eyes narrowed slightly, and then in the blink of an eye, I disappeared in the same place.
The little sword spirit returned to Zhuge Buliang’s side, watching Zhuge Buliang, who was surrounded by purple light, squatting beside him, a pair of clever eyes full of fog, and I don’t know where the tears came from.
Time passed quietly, and I don’t know how long it has passed. The hazy purple light hanging over Zhuge’s unlit body disappeared and returned to Zhuge’s unlit body.
Small sword spirit with a pair of big eyes, curious looking at zhuge is not bright, from time to time stretched out his hand to touch him.
"En"
With a whisper, Zhuge’s unlit fingers moved, and Xiao Jianling immediately rejoiced and flew around Zhuge’s unlit body.
"hoo"
Zhuge heaved a sigh of relief before dawn, moved his body, and then sat up with his arms supporting his body.
"This is this." Zhuge did it before dawn, and looked at everything around him, with some trance.
"squeak!"
Small sword spirit cheerful, gather together to zhuge not bright side.
Zhuge didn’t light up with a wry smile and patted Xiaojianling’s little head. Although he didn’t know what had happened, he was lucky not to die.
"Has this island been sealed?" Looking at the bloody light curtain hanging over the whole island, Zhuge Bu Liang frowned slightly. This island has been sealed for a hundred years, that is to say, within a hundred years, it is impossible for me to leave.
A hundred years ago, Zhuge whispered before dawn. In the realm of cultivating immortals, this is not a long time, but for himself, it is a long time. But it’s useless to talk more now. Zhuge Liang feels that his cultivation is a little floating, and he seems to be about to break through.
Immediately, Zhuge sat down without a bright plate and silently transported the achievement method in the Magic Sutra. These days, Zhuge Buliang has been practicing the skills in the Magic Classic. This "Magic Classic" is a remarkable work, which is many times better than the skill of practicing before Zhuge Liang’s dawn.
