Chapter 807, the baby will be strong tomorrow

Tens of thousands of horses galloped, stepping on the sky and the earth. For a moment, I saw countless iron riders rushing straight towards Zhu Peng's position with a heroic and domineering posture of ghosts and gods.

A desolate and majestic evil spirit came to my face in a blink of an eye, sweeping the battlefield and filling the world, as if to crush that day, that place, the young man in black robes and hanging a long sword at the waist... all of them!

Zhu Peng flicked the corners of his sleeves, stood up slowly, stroked the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and rotated sideways. A series of movements seemed to be slow, but calm and calm.

The next moment, the dozens of iron horses that rushed close to him were cut to the point of being cut in an instant. Obviously, they did not draw their swords, but the clouds around Zhu Peng were obviously clearly cut, just for a moment.

Thousands of troops and horses howled miserably, and then there was a sound of "Peng...". Dozens and hundreds of healthy horses were covered with blood on the spot, and even the blood water slowly turned around the dark shadow under the remnant sun along Zhu Peng, extending a huge blood sword about ten feet long!

The sword hangs between the waist, and the right hand is not pulled out, but the sword has the intention to kill. In the reverse direction, the blood sword maintains the flow of blood and the fierceness of the sword spirit, rushes in the opposite direction, and cuts off the killing move of the famous virtual master.

Suddenly, Zhu Peng's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly opened wide, and his sword eyebrows were gently raised, with a murderous intention.

The "suffocation" pine pattern choked out of the sheath in the rapid spin, and suddenly cut out an extremely condensed and fierce purple light rainbow: "kill".

Pull out the sword, get out of the sheath, and assassinate: kill, win, and die. A spirit like this locks the ugly monk, and the fierce killing is cold sword, which makes him afraid.

The real competition and confrontation are actually just a moment.

Why are sword practitioners feared by almost all monks? It is because they have a terrible attack power that life and death are only instantaneous. That kind of happy fighting is a cruelty that many life-threatening practitioners can't accept.

Zhu Peng turned around, and a sword flew out of its sheath and assassinated. The next moment, all the iron horse, corpses and blood turned into nothingness in the sky, almost gasification.

In the blue sky, only Zhu Peng is opposed to the ugly horse-faced repairer. The purple pine-patterned ancient sword has pierced the left chest of the monk Buxu.

"Cough... Taoist friend, misunderstanding, this is definitely a mistake..." Zhu Peng smiled, and the purple light suddenly bloomed, and the strong light that exploded in an instant even completely covered the figure of the two people.

The monk Buxu is already very difficult to kill. The fatality of many mortals is not fatal to them, not even the point. For example, if the heart of a mortal is stabbed, it can be said that it will definitely die, because it is the power supply of the whole body and the source of life.

The high-level practitioners are different. The heart is broken, and there are too many other places in the whole body that can provide energy. Even the step virtual practitioners are beaten so that only a head can survive for a long time. The key to the instant death of the step virtual monk can be said to be only the head.

This kind of horrible vitality and survival ability is more horrible and obvious in Jindan real practitioners. For Jindan practitioners, even the head is not a fatal point, because the primordial spirit hides in the Jindan, and is beaten to become powder all over. As long as Jindan escapes, the real practitioner can carry more than half of the skill. The force is coming back, and the vitality is so strong that it is outrageous.

Zhu Peng's purple night yinitis is best at incineration of a large number of real elements. As soon as the air machine is spit out, the purple fire boils on the pine pattern sword. In an instant, it is bombarded with sword gas in its body, which not only causes the absolute serious internal injury of the other party, but also incinets a large number of real elements of its air machine, giving it even has room for resistance. None.

"Ah...Madam."

The ugly man in front of Zhu Peng seemed to gradually feel that he was about to die. In the end, the tiger roared and burst out with amazing power. His whole body burst out. Although it was not a self-exploding, it was not much worse. Relying on Zhenyuan all over his body, he lives like a bomb, and even Zhu Peng does not want to touch it directly.

Zhu Peng suddenly withdrew his sword, and then cut it out. His whole body cut a sword, like a teleportation, and instantly appeared behind the horse's face repairer. However, because of the fast sword cutting method, he did not let the burst Zhenyuan touch him a little...

After inserting the pine sword weapon into the sheath with the backhand, and after a sword is sealed, there is actually no need to continue to take action. Zhu Peng is extremely conceited and accurate.

The next moment, the man in the virtual world suddenly turned into an illusory galloping horse shadow and flew away. He didn't even look at Zhu Peng again. At this moment, there was only one idea in his mind.

Zhu Peng raised his eyebrows slightly and then followed up. He was really curious about a woman who could make the practitioners of the virtual world die without forgetting, what kind of country and how to turn all sentient beings upside down.

After two escapes for about half a day, Zhu Peng has straightened out the evil ideas in his mind at this time. After all, he is a practitioner who has inherited the unique learning in the world. He is not completely inexperienced and clueless in the processing and classification of a large amount of information.

And the more exquisite the unique learning, the greater the amount of information. If a set of basic practice is just a set of information, then any set of unique learning is a top library, so complicated that it can't be turned into words. It's very exaggerated that ordinary people can't finish it all in their lives.

In the empty valley, a pure and beautiful woman in purple brocade is stroking the piano. In a trance, she seems to think of the scene of grinding the love in the past, and the warm noble son, and gently called in her ear: "Baby, my dear baby..."

"Lang Jun, my Duan Lang..."

The piano sound suddenly stopped. The beautiful woman in purple held her head with her painful hands and whispered on the piano, and the crystal tears fell like silk. For hundreds of years, she had wanted to put it down for a long time, but the more she wanted to forget, the more she couldn't forget it.

"The Tao is not lovesickness, and lovesickness urges people to grow old.

Think about it carefully, it's better to miss each other. Duan Lang, you have made the baby suffer so hard..." In such a word, the woman finally couldn't stand the fierce blow of the jade piano, "hissing" the gorgeous jade piano and several strings collapsed, but it was difficult to understand the resentment in the heart of the beautiful woman.

However, at this moment, a feeling of panic suddenly rushed to her heart. The woman's first reaction was that her Duan Lang was in trouble. The higher the practitioner's practice, the more keen he was to the sense of external cause and effect, and the more she attached great importance to such a sudden feeling.

After thinking about it for a moment, the woman in purple robe and gorgeous clothes was as beautiful as a child. After all, she couldn't sit still. She waved the ancient sword weapon across the shelf, and her whole body ran out of the valley. Although, she had already vowed that she would be in the valley all her life. If she broke the oath, she would never live.

It's just that the beautiful woman opened the magic array and ran out of the valley. She saw a roar in the distance. The power was like ten thousand horses galloping. However, this kind of escape is heroic enough, but it is not liked by most women: you can't get a flying magic weapon to be strong. It's just the sound and color, at least it's better to look beautiful...

"It's not that I don't want to love you, it's too bad, right?" Thinking about the person in my heart, and looking at the true husband who flew away in the distance, the beautiful woman's heart was full of bitterness.

However, in front of my true husband, I still have to look more or less.

Thinking about it, the beauty shrank the sword and hid it back in her sleeves, but a thin purple dress stood in the void. There was a whirling wind blowing by on the side, blowing the beauty's clothes, and the green silk flew away, which was quite bright and dazzling, and beautiful.

She just pretended to wait for her true husband to return, just like a virtuous wife who is quietly waiting for her husband to return home...

The horse's long face and ugly monk's face had gradually turned white, but after seeing the woman standing quietly in the wind, a red tide of blood surged up, making him look a little more angry.

"Madam...my madam..." His hands were open and his face was excited. This situation also moved the purple-robed beauty a little: "No matter what, after all, he has loved me for so many years without regrets. Alas, after saving Duan Lang this time, I will love him well and really be his Mrs. Zhong."

Thinking about it, the woman naturally took two steps forward, and a charming smile appeared on her innocent and beautiful face, but before she could show her smile to the most beautiful and touching, her husband who hurriedly flew away suddenly split in half from the middle of her waist.

The lower body of the whole fell directly, and the upper waist of the monk was also slowly retroactively incinerated and transformed into flying ashes.

"Ah, this, how did this happen? Wan Qiu, how can you get into such a powerful enemy outside?

Beautiful women are also practitioners of the beginning of the world. Although they are slightly weaker than their husbands, they have the most basic vision of the world in those years.

Seeing the scene at this time, how can I not see that my husband was cut in the waist by a sword master of kendo with an extremely fierce and terrible fast sword, but the speed of the sword was so fast that the body did not break away from the main trunk in a short period of time, and the man had an obsession to catch up. Although his vitality gradually disappeared, he stubbornly supported it with willpower. Only here did the sword spirit really break out, but the qi was exhausted and the vitality was exhausted.

"Madam, go quickly, go find Dali Duan..." The ugly monk with a horse face looked at the jade beauty who held himself in his arms and couldn't help suppressing the rising sword spirit. In his eyes and mouth, tears flowed down with blood.

"For so many years, you still have feelings for me after all. For so many years..."

"Why do I always meet a turbid thing like you who is more loyal to love and hatred than to yourself?

If it hadn't been for the obstacles in your heart that you can't put down, even if you weren't my opponent, you wouldn't have easily died in my hands... Do you do this for a woman?

Stupid."

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