The Divine Martial Stars

The strength of the old men will gradually shock the whole world. The old gods are very eager to prove that they can not only cultivate the enchanting spirit of Li Mu, but also cultivate a group of old men who are going to be the masters of the woods. The forces of the parties outside the Dengsishan Village felt a burst of headaches.

Only the real powers of the great powers can see that the vast city of Baoji and the land of Fuyuan are full of spiritual land, but the real central area is in the village of Shaoguanshan.

The Lantern Temple is like a big array of eyes, and it is a top priority.

This is also why, during this period of time, there have been so many forces, and one of the reasons for the constant exploration of the village of Burning Lamps.

It is rumored that the Eastern God of War, Li Mu, also came out of this small place.

However, dozens of old men who have reached the extreme have blocked the way of the major forces.

Among the whole Baoji City, only the Jintai Temple, which is located in the northwest and built on the mountain, can barely compare with the geographical position of the Burning Temple. This temple has a view of each of the temples, which is like a yin-yang fish. The two fisheyes are the opposite.

In the past few days, neither the Lantern Temple nor the Jintai Temple has been calm.

The old mans ran a wave of people before the sunset. In the setting sun, habitually squatting on the field and smoking the smog.

On the mountain road in the distance, a young man riding a white tiger came slowly.

The white tiger fur is white, the gods are abnormal, the heavy soles are stepping on the ground, silent and without traces. It seems to be stepping on the void, walking on the tip of the grass, stepping on the branches, stepping on the malt, stepping on the onion leaves. Obviously, the huge body is very heavy, but like no weight, the grass-leaved branches of malt and onion leaves are not bent at all.

The young man on the back, wearing a **** red leather armor, carries a thick knife that is wider than his body. The blade is also blood red, with mottled black spots. At first glance, you can see that silk Silky suffocating, like bloodshot silk, filled the broad knife.

"again."

"This seems a bit strong."

"We may not beat."

"What should I do?"

"What can I do?"

Several old men whispered on the field.

The white tiger walked in front of them. No one jumped out and blocked. The former prestige and the winds all tended to converge cautiously, as if they were really the old man of the field ridge, and they did not care.

The white tiger took a few steps and suddenly stopped.

"Several old men, how can I get to the Lantern Temple?"

The young man on the back of the white tiger, black long hair, black hair band, black hair like ink, very handsome young man, just talking, a tooth white but sharp like jagged, strange and evil, giving a chilling feeling .

"It's over there."

"Yes, follow this road, turn left in front, go under an old banyan tree, turn right, then go straight, pass the plaque of Shaozu's legacy, pick up the stairs, and the end of the stairs is."

The old men were very enthusiastic, and they looked like a hospitable, scrambling to make the address clear.

The young man looked at the old people and grinned: "Thank you."

Then I rode the white tiger and left.

A dozen old men, sneer, one face is a gloating expression, watching the white tiger leave.

"I suddenly remembered the dog that the animal husband had raised at the beginning." The old Zhangtou screamed at the smoke pot and said: "When that year, that ha... what is it? It is also the king of the dog, if it meets This white tiger may be able to fight."

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A palm of the hand, from the emptiness, will destroy the red mans one inch by inch.

This is a very white and soft palm, as if it is carved from white jade. Any curve and one inch part have a natural beauty. At first glance, you can’t help but if you are like this. Holding a beautiful palm, what a happy thing.

But this kind of soft and beautiful little hand, but Wang Shiwu can not be blocked, there will be no red mans, directly blocked.

Not only blocked, but also crushed.

"what?"

The facial expression of the dead man's face is stiff, but there is a shocking color in the pupil.

Wang Shiwu also opened his eyes subconsciously and saw a young man with a thin body and a shorter head than himself, standing in front of himself and saving himself.

Only the back of this young man can be seen from the back.

The white gown, the dress of the ancients, the hair is black and shiny, it seems that every hair is shining with luster, the dress is very simple and simple, the gown is slightly loose, but there is a strong nameless.

"Look at it, Li Mu Chuan your sword skills, how to use it."

The mysterious young man opened his mouth and the sound was crisp, as two good jade gently hit together.

The voice has not fallen.

The broken sword in the hands of Wang Shiwu flew into the hands of this young man.

He took the sword out.

It was the technique that Wang Shiwu used to display.

A silver sword, squirming on the broken sword, and then instantly smashed out.

The same strength as Wang Shiwu, but the subtleties, do not know how many times the magic, the sword flow smoothly, natural, just a sword smashed out, the opposite face of the dead man white, only a trace of the eye Color, a bang, the whole person burst directly into a **** fog, even the bones and scum are not left...

"This……"

Wang Shiwu was shocked.

A terrible power.

The same sword, the same energy, different power.

Between a sword, the invincible enemy in his heart is gone.

"You...who is you, why do you teach my swordsmanship to my brother?" Wang Shiwu swallowed and asked in amazement.

"Look at it, this is the second move."

The young man in the white shirt is again.

This time, the broken sword in his hand, the silver light lingering, the layers of shackles, flashing.

In front, the red mans flow, the gathering became a figure, the conversion between the virtual and the real, the voice is full of suffocation: "I did not expect that there is a master like you here, let me be surprised, but I am God, killing, you Can you help me..."

The voice has not fallen.

The young man in the white shirt flashed and his hand broke the sword.

"Sword."

This is another sword technique that Li Mu taught to Wang Shiwu.

The slap in the face, the red figure that just condensed, like a knife cut directly from the top of the head to the day, was cut into two pieces, the power of the sword broke out, and the two figures were directly erupted. , fried into nothingness.

Wang Shiwu’s eyes are stunned.

It is still the same move, the same meaning, the same energy fluctuations.

But from the young man in the white shirt, the power of the sword is simply an explosion.

"You...who are you?"

He trembled.

The young man turned around.

A handsome face to the extreme.

Deja vu.

Wang Shiwu only felt a flash of lightning in his mind.

This is a strange face, but I don’t know why, in the moment I saw the other’s eyes, his heart jumped wildly, as if it were deep in the blood, something was detonated little by little, heart Beating violently.

"You...you are..." Wang Shiwu had some inexplicable incoherence, even he himself did not know why.

The white-shirted young man looked at Wang Shiwu, and the original eyes were like the stars of the vast stars.

Suddenly, Wang Shiwu saw that the white man was behind him, and the red awns flickered, the magical air filled, turned into a sly shadow, and the teeth danced, the strange white man did not completely die.

"Be careful." Wang Shiwu was shocked.

The young man in the white shirt seems to have long been foreseen, the head does not return, the backhand grabs, the fingertips have a sword light flow, turned into a strange sword symbol, like a net like a pocket, directly the red magic red mans, net In it, then shrink and fall into his palm.

The red magic turned into an egg-sized red figure, struggling to jump in the palm of a young man.

"Ah, who are you? Are you also God?"

The little red figure screamed in horror and the sound was harsh.

"God?" The white man's mouth is a little embarrassed: "As far as your skills are concerned, you dare to call yourself God? It's a frog at the bottom of the well." He blew his mouth and swayed, and the red was small. The people blow away directly.

This time, the death is completely thorough.

At the same time, in the tens of thousands of miles away, in the basement of the North American Tigers’ basement, a thousand-year-old ebony statue slammed into the ground and turned into pieces, screams, and between the blocks. The blood of Yin Hong, which came out of the wood, gave off a pungent smell.

The young man in white shirt finished all this and looked at Wang Shiwu. His eyes seemed to have passed through countless time and space. Wang Shiwu’s heart was a little hairy. He suddenly smiled, his palm opened, and five greens showed the fragrance of the fragrance. "You, your wife, your daughter, your parents, one person."

Dan medicine?

It looks extremely good.

Wang Shiwu took it subconsciously and wondered: "Thank you for the grace of the heroes, so great, no memorable, I don't know if you can tell me the heroes, I..."

The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "I am here, I am trusted by a person, there is a friend called Wang Shiyu, let me save you."

"What?" Wang Shiwu heard, and his body shook his eyes, and his eyes radiated with unprecedented light and excitement: "Poetry rain? You...you know my sister? She...what is she now? Has it ended the retreat? She is from Is the fairy world coming back? Why didn’t she come to see us in person?”

A series of questions like a cannon.

The young man in the white shirt looks complicated and said: "She still has some things that she can't pull out, so I can only let me come."

Still have to wait?

"What else is more important than the parents?" Wang Shiwu couldn't control himself to say loudly: "In the past, if she was not a shepherd, her parents had already passed away, she would leave a regret for a lifetime... and then go on, parents still How long can it last?"

"You have to believe her." The white-shirted young man sighed and said: "The long river, the universe, the way she walks, the hardest, full of thorns, even her favorite person, can't understand her... remember No matter what, she is your sister, everything she does now is for you."

After that, the young man in white shirt turned.

Wang Shiwu was anxious and said: "So... is she safe?"

The young man in the white shirt has a slight footstep and said: "Safe, she will take care of her."

Wang Shiwudao: "Please tell her, we all miss her, no matter what happens, we will stand on her side, and the husband will always support him..."

The white shirt young man did not look back, nodded and said: "I will tell her."

Wang Shiwu has countless emotions in his heart and does not know how to express it.

"Right, heroes' high surnames? Can you tell?" Wang Shiwu asked again.

The young man in the white shirt flashed like a light and disappeared into the distant sky.

"Wang Yanyi."

The last voice came.

Wang Yanyi?

Also surnamed Wang?

Wang Shiwu was silent in the same place.

at the same time.

Li Mu finally came to Baoji City.

He passed the Fulong Bend Reservoir and saw the huge canopy that the canopy had covered almost the entire reservoir. His face was amazed.

"This fruit tree...a little problem."

He stopped.