"come on Dust returns to dust and dust returns to the earth. It’s time to end the truth when it was dusty! "
Bang bang bang.
One step at a time, Huangtu Mountain Jianghan stepped on a long string of footprints in seven-star steps.
There is wind in the ear and interest in Jianghan’s eyes, and everything in front of him seems to be still.
He entered an unprecedented state, and everything around him became slow, and he was the only one who was not hindered!
Return to the market!
Martial arts realm is called returning to the market!
When the speed breaks the limit that martial arts can reach, the sensory world of fighters will change wonderfully, and everything will slow down. The speed of fighters is above everything else, just as Mo Jinghong can cut out dozens of swords in one second. In others’ eyes, those hundreds of swords are all empty and shadows are swaying, but in Mo Jinghong’s eyes, every sword he cuts out has a trace, which is real or not!
This is the state of Jianghan Eye. It’s not an advanced martial art, but it’s still a state of painting bones, but it’s not necessarily a state that a master of painting bones can reach!
Jianghan successfully entered this moment with a complex mentality!
Whoo!
The wind hasn’t come yet. Jianghan people have arrived!
The dragon pricks scarlet as a red snake and goes straight to his temple.
Hey!
A wisp of white smoke, such as iron, went too far, Cui Shui, and then a mass of blood splashed out of the gods. Jianghan milli blocked the whole dragon dagger and sent it to the husband’s head.
The two men stood opposite each other. Jianghan held the dragon’s thorn cone handle. Shen Sheng was cold and stared at Jianghan’s pupil.
"psst!"
Someone gasped!
Protecting the Mad Dog and Xiaojie from the rear, watching that one person and one corpse face each other, is already shocking!
"Is that Bai Hong that small just now?"
"That … that won’t work. Does that mean returning to the market in China?"
"What is Guihui?"
Xiaojie approached and asked about the shadow.
Just now, they didn’t even see it clearly. Bai Hong didn’t even see it. He knew that Jianghan had killed her husband now.
Shadow didn’t answer Xiaojie, but was unwilling to hang his head and murmured in a low voice, "The masters always said that the number of readers had seen the number of young talents in martial arts. Only the one named Jiang Xiao was the most detached and impressive. I have never been ignorant of what the masters said before, and it seems that the masters are absolutely right. It is impossible for me to achieve martial arts in my life."
"Your masters?"
Xiaojie looked at the shadow in confusion and turned to look at Jianghan in the distance. He pulled his mouth and smiled proudly without a word.
After Shen Sheng’s death, hundreds of dead people disappeared like a flood, leaving a broken arm in the field of vision. The gas was filled with bloody gas that made people numb.
Slow lead spirit to dive dragon players gawking at the two figures not far away.
One is still alive, the other has a dragon thorn in his head, and the living one holds the original posture.
Shen sheng’s cold head is still carried because he can’t go down, but his bust has collapsed and drooped, and he is not a little angry
Strangely, Jianghan’s face was full of consternation at this time, and there was no hand blade, and the enemy was comfortable and comfortable
"How did this happen?" Jianghan heart is full of vigilance!
No one will know what his face saw when he sent the dragon stab into Shen Sheng’s cold head.
That moment Shen Sheng cold actually smiled!
Just when Jianghan sent the dragon stab into his head and killed him, Dufu laughed!
Or root husband just tried his best to pose, and he didn’t want to resist!
Even now, Shen Sheng’s cold body, his face and corners of his mouth can still vaguely see the strange traces involved.
"What is he laughing at?"
"Why is he laughing?"
"Where did I fall into his trap?"
I don’t know why Jianghan’s mind is full of people who are strongly calculated at this moment. I always feel that things should not be like this or that it should not be just like this.
"What is wrong? What is he laughing at? "
"Captain, what’s the matter with you? How do you look so bad? "
"Yes, captain, did this guy hurt you with that punch just now?"
Hidden dragon players are all surrounded by Yingying and Xiaojie mad dog, and they are also looking at Jianghan.
Jianghan didn’t speak, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof, poof.
"There must be something wrong. Things won’t be so simple!"
"Captain?"
"Captain … are you all right?"
"Jianghan you …"
Jianghan waved his hand and motioned for everyone that he was all right, but his face was still a little poor. He was shocked and excited that Jianghan had killed the traitor and the hidden dragon players just wanted to praise them sincerely, but their minds faded and they quietly stepped aside. They also saw that there must be something.
At this time, Shen Sheng’s cold was killed by the weak water river, and it didn’t take long for a large number of dead people to recede and change again.
Jianghan felt more than ten breath of the earth locking him coming from all directions.
Looking up, I saw that a dozen people dressed in Jianghu jumped from a distance.
Unlike those who died before, their breath is a hundred times more than earth!
"Bold laity rushes into my place and beheads me, Yamaraja. You have committed heinous crimes and become ten levels of hell!"
As soon as a dozen people were shocked, they all turned into horns and surrounded Jianghan and others.
The first person is a fat old man with a red beard and a red cane in his hand. Old Catharine is a skeleton with a fixed head!
Although his appearance is different, his dress is similar. Jianghan has a feeling of deja vu!
"hell? Yamaraja? " Jianghan glanced at them and the knife-shaped eyebrows moved!
"Sure enough! I said that this supernatural array behind Tianmen is so similar to the Ghost Valley. It turned out that it originated from a vein. I didn’t expect that Shen Shenghan, the central boss of the Chinese military department, turned out to be the ten halls of the ancient Wujiang Lake. Yamaraja didn’t know which one he was? "
Jianghan’s language was amazing, and all the hidden dragon players looked at him in shock.
"Captain, what did you say? What’ hell’ what Yamaraja? "
"What Yamaraja these people are pretending to be!"
Jianghan didn’t respond to the players, but stared at the old man with a dead vine.
One river, three mountains, China, Long Mai, immortality, and rich treasures are deceptive through ventilation. This point is that the ancient martial arts rivers and lakes threaten the remnants of the’ hell’ nest
Jianghan had already guessed this, but he didn’t expect that Shen Shenghan would be a "hell" person, but it was easy to explain what happened in those days.
But even so, Jianghan still doesn’t understand what that weird smile meant before Shen Sheng’s death. Why did he take the initiative to beg for death?
"Is it because these people in front of him want to die and provoke these people to deal with me?"
Jianghan shook his head.
"The laity is quite knowledgeable. This is the hell. The one lying in front of you is the contemporary Taishan King!"
The old man is elegant, half-literate, and disdainful.
Jianghan’s eyes are cold and he doesn’t say a word. After reaching out and pulling out from his waist, he has a special desert eagle.