Nightfall

> The stone window of Wanyan Pagoda has a breach-it was pierced by a sword. Snow huā floated in from the broken window and landed on Master Yangyang's blood-stained cassock, but the sword had disappeared.

Yulian felt that the fierce sword in the air behind him was coming back, frowning slightly, waving his hands into the sky, resisting the apocalyptic divine light that kept falling, and finally took a step forward.

At this time, she seemed to be a cute and ordinary little girl. However, with this step, her breath suddenly changed greatly, as if she had become a huge army.

Her feet seemed not to step on the shallow snow on the street, but stepped in the open wilderness, falling like a mallet, as big as a drum, Nancheng's face was shaking with her footsteps!

The wind and snow dissipated, and Yulian broke the wind and blew away the snow. It was only an instant, but a step forward, and came to the front of the Shimizu Siya gate, dozens of feet away, and punched the face of the audience.

Her fist is small, and it looks as cute as cotton huātang, but the look of the subject suddenly becomes extremely serious, even more dignified than the previous Demon Realm that Yu Yu cast out above the Five Realms.

Because Yu Yu at this time is no longer just the three sisters of the Academy, but also reverted to the identity of the contemporary Sect Master, her fist represents the root of the Sect, that is, power.

As the most talented Demon Sect Master in the millennium, Yu Yu in this state is undoubtedly qualified to be called a generation of guru and qualified to challenge the powerful in any realm.

The viewer is very clear that the little fist that has broken through the snow looks so harmless and even weak, but if this fist is allowed to fall into place, it can knock down a mountain.

There is no wind in the palm, and there is soft snow falling on the lake.

The Lord stretched out his right palm, blocking Yulian's fist.

He was not knocked down by this small and terrifying fist because he was not a green mountain or a big river. He was a sea that could hold hundreds of rivers. He was filling the air.

Looking at the palm in front of the fist, and watching the subject in close proximity, Yu Lian's tender face did not have a touch of emotion, so calm and so calm that it gave birth to a strange smell.

With a snapping sound, the light snow covered on the face of the long street was bounced off by the shock, and countless cracks appeared on the hard bluestone face, like a cobweb.

Yulian landed on the right foot of the rear, and stepped on the center of the spider web, concentrating on the strength of 23 years, seemingly endless, pouring from the petite body towards the long street.

The dark ponytail was shaken and fluttered behind her like a whip, pulling the snow out of the misery, and engraving a deep mark on the wall like a sharp blade.

She didn't use Heavenly Demon Realm, didn't recreate a small world, didn't use any mysterious methods, but just smashed her simplest and most reliable means coldly.

That is power, the most extreme power, the most absolute power.

On the snowy street, only the power is roaring. At this moment, even the natural vitality born of nature is frightened to escape to the distance by the power emitted by this petite body.

In this case, even if she withdrew the small world composed of cicada wings, the viewer still could not enter the distance, and could only greet her fist head-on and resist her strength head-on.

She is the contemporary Sect Master, seemingly weak, and in fact has the most powerful force in the world. She believes that even if the subject is facing her own power, she can only escape.

Because it looks like the ocean, it is not the real ocean.

And when you cannot escape, what can you do?

On the snowy street, the absolute and pure power roared in a horizontal and vertical direction, and the prince's bun was instantly cut apart, and his long hair fluttered behind the blue robes, looking awkward.

Yu Lian looked at him, and wanted to know this 〖Answer〗 case.

She will know the "Answer" case immediately.

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The hair fell in front of the Lord's eyes, his Jing Ruo Gu Jing's eyes were not disturbed.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of snow flew in front of his eyes, brushing his eyelashes and crossing the black pupils.

The pure white snow huā seems to enter the black eye pupil.

The color of the black pupil gradually fades.

In other words, the snow huā that got into the eyes began to deepen.

That is gray.

The eyes of the Lord turned into gray.

The deep well, not afraid of wind and rain, has turned into a dead body at the bottom of the dry well.

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The eyes of the subject gradually become gray.

Yulian felt that her power was losing like a wind, and her face turned slightly white.

At this moment, she thought of a rumor, her eyes were suddenly cold, and she had an unstoppable anger.

She is not going to close her fist.

After she entered the academy, the Confucius taught her only one homework, which was writing.

Writing is a self-contained world, and it is also clear-hearted and angerless. Because the master knew that she liked to be angry, especially after she became a girl. So in twenty-three years, she has not been angry.

But she was very angry at this time.

She has always hated these debris in the door.

Observing the Lord is undoubtedly the most miscellaneous miscellaneous in the Daomen—when this miscellaneous used the reformed Mingzong to deal with her Mingzong Sect Master, her anger reached its extreme.

The Lord looked at her eyes quietly.

His eyes were so gray, so calm, so deadly.

The snow huā flying on the street seemed to have lost the support of the airflow, and fell to the face tragically.

It's like a chilling cicada with its wings removed.

If the situation is allowed to continue in this way, either the subject wins with gray eyes first, or Yu Yu kills the subject before the power has disappeared.

The probability of the latter occurring is only about 20%.

But Yu Lian was suppressed by the teacher for twenty-three years of anger.

So she wanted to bet on these two.

What's more, she is very aware of her own willingness and willingness to borrow twenty-three years of savings to get a 20% chance. Once she misses it, she doesn't know if she can have such an opportunity.

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There is a person who is unwilling to give Yu Lian a chance to gamble on these 20%.

Because he is a big brother, if he really wants to gamble with his life, he thinks he should also gamble on his own, instead of letting his sister do this.

The wind and snow drifted slightly, and the old cotton-padded jacket appeared in front of Yu curtain.

It also appeared in front of the eyes of the subject.

The old cotton jacket was stained with blood, but it was still clean.

Just like this scholar in a cotton-padded jacket, he walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, covered with dust and still clean.

Only clean and clean, you can't be dyed or taken away by color without painting.

The old cotton-padded jacket fluttered in the wind, the master's breath was quiet, and there was no trace of overflowing outside the body.

He raised the stick in his hand.

The subject took a step back.

The elder brother picked up the wooden stick and knocked on the street covered with light snow.

Each stick is a wooden fence.

He is a master of Confucius, and his knowledge of the shocked array is far above the world.

Between the strikes, he borrowed the breath of heaven in Chang'an City.

Counting the sticks, a thick city wall that has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, appeared on the snowy street.

Look at the other side of the wall.

He and Yulian were on the other side of the city wall.

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The Lord reached out into the snow and held the Daojian flying back from the Wanyan Tower.

Then he raised his sword and pierced the wall in front of him.

His sword is like the fist of Yulian.

Purely extreme, extremely powerful.

There is no power, only Tao.

Dao Jian carried his sword for a lifetime.

The city wall suddenly broke open.

A clear sword mark appeared on the stick.

The sword edge rolled like a wind and snow, over the wooden stick, and spurted into the left shoulder of the master.

Jian Feng scored three points into the cotton-padded jacket, and blood began to appear.

Yulian reached out and grabbed Master's waist like a cat.

She has great power, so she is extremely fast.

Jian Feng moved forward.

But gradually pulled out of the cotton-padded jacket.

Because her hand is faster than the sword of the viewer.

Brother's straw shoes glide on the snow.

He raised his stick and beat again.

Watching the Lord's expression calm, lift the sword and stab again.

Yulian Qingxiao screamed, the eaves fell.

In the petite body, the howling sound burst out like a thunder in the sky.

She withdrew all her strength, then concentrated on her right fist and slammed forward.

The wind and snow all over the sky, like the cicada wings, always covered the gap of the shocking array, refracting the sun, exuding the golden luster, like countless gold leaves.

At this time Yu Lian withdrew her breath and her world collapsed naturally.

The golden snow huā above the Chang'an City burned violently, and the heart was palpable.

The snow is burning.

The snow was finally melted and a crack appeared.

That majestic force from the sky dome finally fell on the snowy street.

A piece of light, infinite light, covers everything.

Three breaths, with their own invincible power, or the magnificent natural strength, rushed together.

The wind and snow roared, the walls were torn, and all the houses along the street were shattered into ruins.

The wind and snow calmed down, and the master and Yulian had retreated to the North Street outside Baizhang.

The elder brother was covered with blood, especially the sword wound on his shoulder, which was particularly terrifying.

Yulian's body was not hurt, but her face was pale.

Suddenly, rain fell.

Their clothes were wet.

It was already winter and it was snowing last night.

Today, there was a rain in Chang'an City.

This rain is very strange.

Not only is the time strange, but the rain is also strange.

Nowhere else did the rain fall.

The rest of Chang'an City is still Jingxue as before.

Only the southern section of Suzaku Boulevard was gradually getting wet.

Because the rain did not come from the cloud, but from the air.

The snow that was burnt and melted turned into water and fell, wetting the long street.

Yulian looked at the other side of the street and felt the winter rain was a bit cold.

The dust from the collapse of houses along the street was gradually suppressed by the rain.

The figure of the Lord appears again.

He threw the hilt in his hand into the snowdrift beside the street.

At the previous moment, his Daojian was smashed by the master's wooden stick ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but otherwise, he did not suffer any injuries.

The shirt was wet, but it was not blood.

The subject walked on the shallow snow.

Walking in the wind and rain.

Every step of the way he will make a footprint on the snow.

The rain falling from the sky accumulates an ocean in that footprint.

The small ocean is very calm, reflecting the picture of the sky like a mirror.

Above Chang'an City, the snowy sky like a line is still burning.

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(Today is the birthday of the young and **** leader. Everyone has fun together. The picture in this chapter is very beautiful. If you make a movie in the future, you must not delete this one.)