Xiao Qiushui’s throat skin also felt the chill of sword light and got goose bumps. Xiao Qiushui sighed and closed his eyes as slowly as the "Hangqiuqiao" campaign.
-not as good as a husband?
But three people did not stab.
All three of them spoke in a hurry but in a low voice.
Jiang Xiuyin said, "You didn’t kill us when we lost to your friend at the Lingxiang Pavilion."
Wen Yanyang said, "We won’t kill you, and if we are an enemy, we are not your enemy."
Deng Diaoliang said, "We were ordered to rob and had to fight. We didn’t want you to be dead. If you are our bosom friend."
-Xiao Qiushui If it weren’t for their bosom friends, they wouldn’t have been defeated by music twice.
Xiao Qiushui was grateful, but he had something to ask them. Did they know that "Three Unique Demonbane" Kong Yangqin was dead?
Kong Yangqin is the head of the three talented swordsman!
He was about to ask when suddenly there was a whistling sound on the cliff!
As soon as the noise rang, the three swordsmen took care of each other, and the three swords that reached Xiao Qiushui’s throat suddenly disappeared
Erhu, flute and piano are left.
The erhu, flute and piano have all disappeared.
There are three people left.
Three people have disappeared in a row, not only these three people, but everyone who attacked the mountain disappeared and retreated into the fog; In an instant, the master of cliff-guarding was nervous and defensive, and he went back step by step to Danxia and Biesi Mountain Gate Field.
Everyone sticks to the gate of Biesi Mountain to help a fierce attack, like a tiger, a leopard and a wolf sticking to it, but it’s scary to hurt several people.
The fog at the entrance of the farewell temple is thicker, and it turns out that it is dusk with a faint mountain glow.
Dusk, retreat mountain reflects the setting sun for a moment, and then it will be dusk.
Sunset will be deep.
Everyone is still looking at the depths of the dense fog, and I don’t know when another long whistle will emerge and a group of killers will emerge.
Great Xia Liang Dou suddenly sank and said, "We’re going to retreat."
Lao Jiu dumb way "retreat?"
-this hard battle for land!
Liang Dou look carefree light tunnel "yes"
Hu Fu couldn’t help asking, "Solution?"
Liang Dou’s eyes are far away, and the twilight is gradually merging into the Danxia Mountain. "I can’t keep it here at night, and it has become the focus of attack. It is better to return to the temple."
Suddenly, I heard a man say, "It is better for us to be together in other temples than to be attacked by people scattered on this cliff."
The speaker is the God of Soft Water
Gentle water is not "gentle water" at the moment, but it is burned to death.
-but he repelled the "fire king"
If it weren’t for the spread of his fire, the gang would have taken advantage of the virtual attack and was overwhelming
Liang Dou slowly turned around and smiled and stared at Jundao, the God of Soft Water. "Brother Yong thinks that my brother agrees with the battle of the other. If it weren’t for Brother Yong’s withdrawal from the Fire King, the consequences would be unimaginable."