Chapter 290 Bros. Three, 6 entangled thoughts of the year

Six -finger Swords.

Song Xian naturally did not remember how many times he had met with General Zheng in the battle of Shandong.

As the head of the five tigers attached to the five tigers with Wan Yanjun, Zheng Mi Yun had enough talent to envious others for half of his life.

Intersection

Genius, maybe you can't meet the genius. Yang Songxian snatched everything that should have belonged to him. He was so lustrous that he was so beautiful that he was so beautiful that he was inacting!

The six -finger Swords do not play the strength. When the battlefield meets, he should have been unparalleled swordsmanship. After all, he only stopped at the level that Yang Songxian can easily defeat.

Leave any impression, his sixth finger, and he didn't even send it to the field!

I met my swordsmanship and enemies at all at all, and the title of Kim Bei's sixth was empty. When Zheng Mi Yun left Shandong ashamed, he vowed to the towering Taishan Mountain and declared war -a gentleman was avenged. It was not too late for ten years!

Today, Song Xian can finally "see" a sword that has been defeated for many years, and replaced it for many years. The person was not worth mentioning before, but now, he is in Pingyang.

The setting sun is getting mad.

The sky was instantly stained with blood, and the layers of unevenness were like an unfinished roll of pictures. Murong couldn't help but fear. After returning to God, Zheng Mi Yun and Song Xian had already confronted.

Drive, and Song Xian can only listen to the discrimination, the advantages and disadvantages, is it foreshadowed the victory ...

Song Xian's heart was stunned, and the premonition danger was overwhelming. Zheng Miyun's sword was like a crazy dog ​​and barking hard to try to dump his whole person.

Stab, follow the fatal injury lightly, it lurks in any possible place for Jianfeng.

The poisonous Zheng Mi Yun, his sword brake turned sharply, with the sharp and sharp whistling, turning into the most intense and exquisite finger, without any sound, and then pierced Song Xian, Murong seemed to be stuck in his throat,

Eyes, almost syncope, fortunately, Song Xian's silk sword returned to defense, "adsorbing" Zheng Miyun's fingers did not attack the key. Murong thorns gasped, cold sweat dried up quickly — good danger, good dangerous, good dangerous, good dangerous, good dangerous, good danger

Nympho

However, why was Zheng Mi Yun's sword tip, why was he stained with some blood stains? Rough and sharp conflicts created blood, Song Xian's blood, splashing along the sword body without nostalgia, and disappeared instantly, and disappeared.

Only the dry orange -red is left in the air in the air ... Murong screamed, indulged in the painful heart.

In the dangerous body of Song Xian, I felt the weight of Zheng Mi Yun's soul slightly. It was a kind of toughness, which was a kind of bitterness that was daring, vicissitudes of the rolling, and the crazy rolled soil ... Song Xian naturally couldn't understand the opponent's intention of the opponent's intention.

The sword was almost lost in the sword of the opponent! This sword meaning is like compressing the heavy strength of the opponent for more than ten years.

After getting lost, fortunately, every time I get lost, there is a sound. I was calling his name to let him go back ...

"Song Xian ..." Who is the faintness of Mengli?

Sound, I am not coming from Strait. I'm sorry for the Stroke, I don't understand why I can't see it, but her outline is clearer. Who is she? At this moment, she seems to occupy me.

Go to the road ...

Lan, Lan Yuze? She turned around, looking at me? This shocking face, this beautiful figure, why is she standing up, the cold wind looks so lonely, this eternal tranquility, this kind of eternal tranquility, the eternal tranquility,

As if it should be precipitated outside the world ...

Gradually, Murong's imprint gradually blurred, and the one who replaced it was the old man, the back of the lingering back, the beautiful look deep in the valley, the soul that had already invaded her whole heart. She

Her loneliness, her loneliness, her elegance, her quietness, her quietness, and her love ...

Suddenly, Song Xian was swallowed by a nightmare, and she almost didn't feel that she was in danger. She was completely her shadow in her mind, Yuze ... the beautiful back of the beautiful back ... it was really called Yuze ...

It's like a dream from ancient times, wrong, pain, tangled, heartbreaking, hurting ... She understands it, she never said that she understands ... Who is she ... her name is Yu Ze ... What a familiar name, what a familiar name, what a familiar name, what a familiar name?

Why do you teach him so sadly and lost when he re -attacks ...

Together with the Silk Sword, think of her, thinking about her ... as if he doesn't remember her, but the sword remembers her -once, he and the Silk Sword, all of them vowed to accompany the name of the jade forever

Ze's woman is inseparable, life and death ...

At that moment, the slower the sword, but with a broken scar, the corrosive scars, gently, slowly, spicy, sharply, invading the Zheng Mi Yunyun sword.

The dyke of thousands of miles is destroyed in the anthill ...

As soon as Song Xian's sword silk is now, the victory is unacceptable. He splurge the depression and suffering of the day and night in his heart for several years and nights.

However……

Thousands of mountains and rivers, died, and suddenly ushered in the thunderbolt: He and Yuze, suddenly informed of the sides of the cliffs, and the cracks in the middle were his brother!

His heart was suddenly hurry up by the love of the three people, but his memory always reversed him and Lin Yan's first and then. He thought that Yuze was him.

Ze, so he has to face a void choice, whether it is Lin Yan or Yuze!

It was the joke of fate. At this time, it set up a mood of Shengnan for Song Xian, and let him experience the mood of winning the south on the cliff on July 17th, and let him come to the heart!

The silk sword sword light shadow moved, and generous excitement gave the giving feminine mian, pain, anger, a thousand times, a pot of light wine in the same time, the lake ripples under the month, the silk sword, dive the night with the wind, the destruction was silent silently

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Zheng Miyun obviously did not expect that the silk sword had such a miracle and so high, and the peak circuit turned. His sixth finger has almost no more advantages to evolve. Just now he thinks that the unparalleled six -finger sword is, but it is a flash in the pan, or even, even

Drop a brickly attract jade?!

Zheng Miyun's heart is in a hurry: Yang Songxian, do I still have to lose to you! Isn't you really hitting the star!

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it!" He yelled, "These, you can't all of you! You can't all of you!"

Song Xian's heart suddenly sinks, Yuze, who are you from? Is the one you love more, whether I or he?

Memory, you must not hesitate.

When there is Yuze in his thoughts, his silk sword is as powerful as a tiger, surpassing any meticulous miscellaneous in the past, classic to breathtaking, but when a person is added to the thought, the third party Lin Yan who shouldn't appear ...

Song Xian's silk sword, suddenly he started to stick to himself!

Like the wind of the world, the fog of this life is scattered.

Song Xiangang grabbed a trace of retention from the fog, but immediately fell into the endless desert, endured the words of the emotional test, one word of love, the entanglement of life and death, the entanglement of generations, the disaster, the blood system, the sword is inevitable

Suddenly across the stack of heavy mountains, pushed all the love and hate from the smoke to the sword in Song Xian's brain ...

The heart is chaotic, you can't extricate yourself.

Zheng Miyun tried the situation and was aggressive. Just a moment of time, "Langshi" had entered the misunderstanding of "thinking", swords, from the horn handle to the tip of the sword, repeatedly tangled in horror.

It is not a sword, and Song Xian's mind does not listen to the loss of the call. His right hand can no longer control the thousands of dust in his hands.

Si Sword, the fate of being bonded by cocoons.

Eyes ... Just at this moment, the eyes suddenly felt. This gray dust world was sinking around the dusk.

His face was serious, only a moment, and faded, and then in the blink of an eye, it was clear. Song Xian closed his eyes and opened it again.

I was awakened, but I could only see it with my own eyes.

It seems that it is restrained by a reason, the blindness of talent, and the sudden recovery now. Even Song Xian is difficult to explain the strangeness of this Magic Village ... But because of the blindness, because of only thinking about Yuze, the swordsmanship is vividly played,

When the visual recovery is now recovered, but the thoughts are unpredictable!? Just because, is Lin Yan's plug -in and disruption and damage in memory?

Zheng Miyun noticed his resurgence and sneered: "It turns out, it is really short -lived?"

Song Xian sweaty, I don't know how to deal with it, the silk sword, starting from the silk, destroying the thoughts.

Zheng Miyun laughed: "Yang Songxian, don't think you see it, it must be export!"

Yes, what he saw was not exporting. He relying on the survival of the silk sword, he trapped himself before he was a teacher.

As long as Zheng Miyun pointed out, he could no longer be able to return to heaven. At this moment, Song Xian worked hard to maintain the last line of defense ...

What does it mean to be broken? When the line of defense is almost collapsed, it is the most unbreakable!

Before the end, I can recover into the silk-

Song Xian knows that he can no longer be entangled in this man who claims to be his brother in his mind. As long as he devotes himself to thinking about Yuze alone, is the silk sword?

If you don't get entangled, you can force yourself not to think about Lin Yan anymore. If you don't want him, you will never be tangled —

Lin Qian, can we really... be so deep in love that we can even let go of our lovers? Can you tell me what kind of brotherhood we have? Lin Qian, Lin Qian, why do these two words stick in my heart, no matter how many times,

I won’t have an unforgettable feeling... If it really exists, where is it? I really want to get back my past, those times...

On the last day of the waning month, life has changed a lot. In the vast universe, why is there no memory of Yang Songxian? In this quiet night, the night wind blew his heart to death...

Suddenly, Murong's frail silhouette came into his view, and his heart suddenly shook: What on earth am I thinking about? It is most important and urgent to get the life-saving antidote for Ji'er now. How can I do it for a sudden Zheng?

Miyun, because of an inexplicable episode, completely removed Ji'er from his memory

Leave no trace? The one who should be removed is Lin Qian who always speaks his mind when doing things! Lin Qian, do you think you can turn right and wrong with just one sentence? Why do you say you are my brother? You are taking away people’s love.

When you were young, did you ever think that I was your brother? You stood against me time and time again, why should I trust you!

Song Xian broke through the shackles of time, escaped the prison of memory, and couldn't wait to expel and forget Lin Qian. Only by forgetting Lin Qian could he perfectly use his Silk Sword to defeat Zheng Miyun. Guarantee Ji'er, right?

How difficult is it to forget Lin Qian? What always occupied his mind was Murong Jingjie's pale face, anxious expression, and haggard appearance... After seeing through the bottleneck of the Silk Sword, Song Xian slowly

Earth learns to save itself: as long as you put aside distracting thoughts about Lin Qian, you can find the best state of the Silk Sword!

The so-called gurgling sound is really the sound of flowing water. At this moment, Murong Jingji breathed and rested on the side of the battle. He could clearly hear that the sound of the gurgling silk sword was echoing again. The flowing water in the mountains suddenly drifted into a small stream, a quiet stream.

Qingquan, the sword left no traces, and the sound was completely carved. Song Xian obviously had a unique feel in his hands.

With ease, his essence was controlled by him again in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be able to see things. Zheng Miyun would never have a chance to turn defeat into victory! This was originally not a competition between Zheng Miyun and Song Xian, but between Song Xian and Zheng Miyun.

Self-breakthrough... Murong Jingjie knew it well and was waiting for Song Xian's triumphant return.

Zheng Miyun, who was in a hurry, had no chance to wait for Yang Songxian to perform abnormally, and suddenly his sword was splashed with blood...
Chapter completed!