Lin Shu clung to her dying eyes and was about to say something, but she still didn’t say anything because two long swords were deeply stabbed from behind her, one of which was also the heart.
"Master!" Collateral China hand Datong sword quickly rushed over and conveniently got rid of the two men behind Lin Shu.
Lin Shu and Qu Sheng hugged each other and knelt on the ground with two swords behind them. At the last moment, neither of them came to say anything, but the eternal smile on their faces had already said words that were unnecessary! They regret it!
Luo Hua knelt down and looked at the two of them. One was his master, and the other was the current head of Datong Gate, so he left.
"Go to hell!"
After a big drink, a body fell beside Luo Hua. Luo Hua looked in the direction where the big drink came, and found that Huang Ting was covered in blood, holding a sword, and his life was greatly in harmony. He waved his sword to kill the rise, but after he killed six people around him with a spin, he finally stabbed him in the chest with a flying sword. Huang Ting also fell down.
Complex China quickly ran to repel those people around Huang Ting to help Huang Ting "ShiShu ShiShu, what happened to you? Hold on! "
Huang Ting coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed hard. "It’s really … it’s really fucking enjoyable to learn for forty years. Today is the first time to kill so many people."
"Martial Uncle, you are badly hurt. Don’t say so many words. I will help you heal." Luo Hua asked him to convey the true qi, but Huang Ting held her hand and stopped her!
"Luo Hua, don’t waste your true qi. I know I’m hopeless."
"Martial Uncle, don’t say that my fellow students need you."
"It’s nothing without me, Huang Ting, but you can’t be without me. It’s indispensable for you to rise after your qualification. Remember to live well. If … if Uncle Nangong comes back, he will kill all these respectable bastards."
Hear Huang Ting talking about the soul of the moon winding China once again move in my heart.
Where the hell are you?
"Complex China you remember if … you can see Yang Jin again … tell her I Huang Ting … like her! Be sure "
Complex China nodded "ShiShu you can rest assured that I will tell her"
Hearing Luo Hua say this, Huang Ting was relieved and then slowly closed his eyes!
Luo Hua slowly released Huang Ting’s body, glanced at the people around her and then looked around! She found that there were several people in the square by the light of the fire. She knew that one of them was still insisting on being a big brother! But how long can this persistence last?
First Chu Gong, then Lin Shu and Qu Sheng, then Huang Ting! And those who died will continue until everyone dies!
This night, but the fire in the hall and surrounding buildings illuminates the whole Datong Peak. If it is far away, it will be beautiful and beautiful, but who would have thought that there would be such a bloody scene in that fire!
Is the Datong Gate really going to fall today?
The Chinese people who gathered around the network slowly gathered around her to shrink the encirclement, which seemed to be a quick victory.
In fact, now Luo Hua has no extra physical strength, and it is a matter of time to die!
"Let me help you!"
Luo Hua heard such a woman coming out from the depths of her mind!
At this time, a layer of dim light was emitted around Luo Hua’s body and became more and more prosperous until a huge column of dim light was formed and went straight to the sky!
Everyone stopped! Come on!
What the hell is going on here?
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The latest,,,,,,,,,,
One hundred and seventeen, change
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The fire is bloody, the Datong Peak is like a human hell, red, fiery red and blood red has become the only theme!
"Are you the bastard left by that bitch named Zhou Qing?" Tang Jiu looked at Tang Fengyin as cold as if tang style had Tang blood in his body.
Tang style didn’t speak is always looking at tang nine sword that eyes are still cold and sharp.
Looking at tang style’s silent expression, Tang Jiu became more angry. When Tang Qiu came back, he said that he and Zhou Qing were this woman’s affairs, but Tang Jiu strongly opposed the last oppression of Tang Qiu and gave up her. Now Tang Qiu’s wife is Linglan’s daughter Linglan Sha. If a bastard left by Tang Qiu’s philandering outside suddenly comes out at this time, then he Tang Jiuru is telling Linglan? An evil seed fell out with the powerful Linglan family, and it is very likely that he will become a joke in the field of repairing truth. He decided to kill tang style.
Tang Qiu seems to see that Tang Jiu tried to stop Tang Jiu immediately. "Dad, he is my child with Tang Jia’s blood, and I was sorry for my son at the beginning. Now I can’t be sorry for my child!"
Looking at Tang Qiu with a pleading and persistent expression, Tang Jiu angered, "If you want this bastard, then give up your little master status and leave this house."
Tang Qiu spent a mournful expression and then sneered, "Dad, you threatened me to abandon my son with this sentence, and now you threaten me to abandon my child with the same words!" Dad, I’ve paid enough for my family. You’ve paid enough. I lost my love and my daughter. It took me decades to see my child again, and you threatened me with this sentence. I can pay once or twice, but the price is too high. I can’t pay forever. I know you are my good because you are my father. I also hope he will be good because he is my son. This time I choose him. "
Tang Jiulai thought that Tang Qiu would flash to one side when he said this sentence, but he didn’t think that Tang Qiu was serious this time. Can he have this child to lose him? The answer is not because he still needs him to take over the imperial gate, but this time he miscalculated completely, and his body trembled slightly, and his facial muscles trembled and he couldn’t say a word.
Tang Jiu is also a father. If he could think about it from Tang Qiu’s standpoint, maybe things wouldn’t come to this!
Tang style saw all this in his eyes, and the change of his expression was limited, so it was difficult for others to capture anything from his expression.
Tang style looked at the back of the man who stood in his way in Tang Dynasty. He remembered that his mother had told him before he died that he should be considerate of his father, that he should not hate his father, that he should not go to his father and that he should not change his name. One generation was called tang style.