The body of the White Crane True Lord lay on the ground, blood gushing out from the broken neck, emitting a thick, fresh, fishy odor that dyed the teenager's eyes crimson.
Ning kept his head down for a long time, like a dried-up leather ball, his knees pressed helplessly against his broken neck, his tattered shirts stained with blood and shivering in the cold wind that sped through the canyon. The sword on which he was leaning easily pierced through the rock, sinking into the tip of the small half of the blade.
Ning held this pose for a long time, like a bloody statue of killing.
The golden light in his pupils had been extinguished, but his injuries did not fail to improve, the originally suppressed aura turbulence instead erupted, tearing his muscles, breaking open his skin, and gushing out non-stop, instantly pouring him into a bloody man.
The two walls of the mountain peaks were stained with sword marks, so clean that there wasn't a trace of snow,
The shadow of the long rainbow sword hangs high above the clouds and cannot be seen on earth by tilting one's head. Ning had been long as he had been when he arrived, eating and sleeping in the wind, wearing stars and moonlight, but the sword under his foot was long and loud, excited about this long flight after a long time. Ning long since the sword on a bird's eye view, wilderness, forests, cities one by one swept the shadow and passed, such as a dragon undulating mountains, the earthly terroir-like migration changes, three days later, a string of more familiar towns fell into the line of sight. This Zhenning has not been here for a long time, but only hastily skimmed over the back and forth between Luoshu Lou and the Ancient Spirit Sect earlier. His spiritual energy was gradually exhausted, and a strange stirring suddenly arose in his heart, after hesitating for a moment, he folded his sword and flew back towards that town. The rainbow awni
Ning Xiaoling had originally been sitting on the ground, looking at the ferocious Sister Simian, her nine tails trembling and nearly raising their paws in surrender. Fortunately, Ning came quickly. Ning Xiaoling immediately swept away the fear in his heart and stood tall and majestic, his long tail wagging around as he smiled and looked at Siwu with amusement. Before Sifu could get angry, the door behind him opened, and a young man in a green shirt pushed his way in. The black god-robed Sifu slowly turned back, his cold and icy eyes looking towards the teenager who had turned his eyes away for three months. When he left, it was still the season of winter snow, but now it's spring. "Long time no see." Ning smiled longingly and greeted Siwei. "Uh-huh," Szell responded coldly. If she hadn't glanced at Lu Shuangdao, Lu Shuangdao's eyes also contained a gentle smile, her smile was obviously warmer and softer than the spring
The darkness of the night is boundless water, the spreading dawn draws it dry little by little, the light comes straight from far away, the starbursts are diluted, the regular tiles are lit up. When you look into the light, you can see the prisms of the trees that cling to the peaks of the mountains, which are black and undulating as they draw a distinct line with the sky. At dawn, when the world first awakens, the earth is half bathed in light and half drenched in shadow. Ning long walked over to the window, draped in white, and looked out. The moon in the sky had faded, leaving only a vague, blurry shadow. Lu married married open sleepy eyes, looking at the back of the teenager, suddenly have a sense of loneliness. She used the brocade quilt to cover her breasts, the curve of her back was traced politely, and her collarbone was elongated under the thin, fragrant shoulders that supported her hair. She looked at the teenager's figure, did not
The paper kite carried the Master Guan's name and floated into the lotus-reflected pool, transforming into a fish with fins like wings, trailing its tail in the clear pool, its red scales like illusory fire in the water. The ripples of the fish's swimming spread to the bottom of the Master's outer veil. The gauze skirt is as light as the fog outside, semi-transparent, under which is the ink green, glossy and quiet robe, the painted decoration on the robe across the gauze shadow, like the moonlight flowing down, but also like the peacock or phoenix bird hanging down the plume. The dress was in a dark color and spread out on the water. The Goddess of Mercy seems to be sitting quietly on the lotus as well as in the water, and the reflection underneath deepens the white veil and ink green of the dress, and the light or light color and the light of the water blends with the candlelight, and the details of the dress are swallowed by the water, and the unique tension of the
Toward early morning, the rain stopped. The sky was filled with greenish-gray clouds, which flowed across the roof of the Palace of the Nine Sepulchres in a far-reaching manner. The strong wind filtered through the endless forest and field, and by the time it reached the Palace of the Nine Sepulchre, it had become incomparably pure and eerily cold, and the wind wandered around, replacing the rain that had originally surrounded the eaves of the house. There was also a hazy moon shadow outlined behind the sky, which traveled through the clouds, shedding bits of light and dust, but the darkness became heavier. Ning long sleepless night, he lay on the couch, the woman breath like orchids in the neck of the dense, touching the skin temperature is very hot, unintentionally falling hair is itchy, dreamy warm and soft pressure in the elbow of the arm, seems to be within reach. Phoenix silk brocade coverlet cover to the cheeks, will have everything about the tenderness of the
The red dragon's blood snaked and flowed, congealing into crystals, and the dragon's corpse, symbolizing the snow disaster, was drowned by an avalanche of the same disaster, and by the time the sunlight shone on the snowy plains, the snow had completely stopped. One by one, the caravan roused their companions after the disaster, and they looked at the sunlight that lit up the sky with palpitations. The sunlight on the snowy plain had no temperature, but a part of their hearts belonging to the living was warmed up again, and those who still had the strength left climbed up with difficulty, their knees did not go into the snow, and they knelt down in the direction in which the red dress had left. Heaven and earth are quiet and meek. Shao Xiaoli walked alone on the snowy plains, snow elephants roared lowly in the distance, tigers and leopards with sharp teeth avoided her from afar, watching this blood-red color, a symbol of killing, go away. The
The inn was silent for a moment, the evening breeze pushed against the wooden door, grinding and bursting out a short sound, raw and cold to the innkeeper's ears, halfway through his words, he gave birth to a feeling like a fish in his throat, he had a slight vertigo, and his vision shook fiercely. Ning long turned around and gently consoled Simian, the woman's expression remained unchanged, but the atmosphere in the store eased a bit. The shopkeeper came back to his senses, thinking only that his old eyes were blinking, and he settled down, sank his wrinkled eyelids, and watched them, waiting for the result. He had opened a store here for many years now, and had seen all kinds of people, he didn't know how to cultivate, and didn't have the aptitude to read minds, but he could hear at once that the relationship between this pair of men and women wasn't ordinary, and was by no means, as they said, the same people they met by chance on the road. This pa
Dark green moss covered the stones that surrounded the pond, and the Spirit Turtle's pale voice shook up a circle of ripples that swayed all the way to the edge of Ning's feet long ago and Siwei's. "A sea-setting spirit?" Ning was long confused and asked, "What kind of spirit?" Zhenhai Spirit Turtle lying on the drift, a beam of light fell on its back, the dense entangled lines on the turtle shell is like an ancient fossil, the pale skin scales between its neck became creased with the movement of his head lifting, both sides of the conical head, the pair of cloudy pupils in the transient membrane of the scrubbing gradually became clear. The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at them, and his gaze landed on Si Man, saying, "You are very powerful." Simian nodded proudly, "Well, your breath isn't exactly weak." The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle glanced at Ning for a long time and said, "This youngster should be your slave, right?" Szell was silent for