He has several knives in his heart.
He took a look at several broken trees of wisdom in the forest, so those broken trees became strong and fierce, and slowly rose.
He took a look at the chaotic stroke marks, and the cold trace of the wind became as thin as a cicada knife.
He took a look at the countless dust and gravel flying wildly, so all the dust and gravel in the virtual space became flying knives
Dust, grass and trees are all knives.
Everything in the line of sight except him instantly turned into knives, several knives.
That knife is as dense as rain.
That knife is as powerful as a forest
That knife is bleak as the wind.
Several knives rolled nearly 100 feet, and the violent cyan knife smashed in place and cut the dragon into the sky.
Circling the sky, the dragon glared at the body and gradually enveloped it, and the blue knife opened its mouth and spewed out a sea of fire.
Chapter 19 This mountain courtyard (middle)
There is a glittering coffin suspended in the depths of the 3,000-star River.
There are stars tied to the coffin, and the meteorite casts a huge chain. The other end of the chain is connected with bright stars around.
Three thousand stars are connected with each other by the crystal coffin, just like three thousand Bodhi trees with branches.
Those stars blink.
The stars are shining, and the loneliness in the depths of the Milky Way seems to be swallowed up by darkness along with the heartbeat. It has obviously been silent for thousands of years.
No one has broken into it for thousands of years.
The Taoist priest who came to Tsing Yi from a distant place stepping on the stars was quite shocked to see this scene.
He remembered that this was a kind of funeral, which was recorded in the ancient books thousands of years ago.
But since the troubled times, few people have been able to be buried in the funeral of the Milky Way in recent years. Because the funeral of the Milky Way touches the heaven, it is necessary to have great merits, otherwise the heaven will punish and break the iron chain of those stars. Obviously, the people in this coffin have to feel pity for the funeral of the Milky Way for so long.
Road flyover Tsing Yi, who wants to find the body of Bodhi bodhi old zu, naturally won’t leave him easily with full doubts and walk to the glittering and translucent coffin chained in the Milky Way.
Someone stopped him.
Dean Zhuang, who is tall and tall, stopped the Tsing Yi Taoist with his cross arm. "Now that you have seen the coffin, you must disturb the dead?"
Road flyover Tsing Yi said indifferently, "Since you have seen the coffin, how can you not recognize the dead?"
Dean Zhuang looked at the young and cold face and was silent.
Is the sight more and more sharp, the breath more and more restless.
I don’t know when Dean Zhuang’s hand has already appeared a hoe, which is from his ordinary Pu Garden. The hoe surface is still stained with some air-dried mud.
Dean Zhuang raised his hoe and didn’t say a word, but he hit it on the head of the road flyover Tsing Yi.
The hoe fell right in front of a star, which gave birth to a series of cracks, and then quietly cracked. Counting the pieces of stars suspended in the Milky Way, Dean Zhuang looked up and saw a temple being suppressed.
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Beside the green forest river in the north of the courtyard
Were ordered to take the unconscious Luo Changfeng away from the hospital should be day Yi Hong Kong two people have Luo Changfeng sword.
Jiang Manlou built a plank road, and they sneaked away.
Even if this place is a hundred miles away from the courtyard, there is no escape. The hundred schools in the East will chase and capture the courtyard, and they will be abandoned. They can only be safe if they hide everywhere.
Yingtian didn’t think about this problem.
Yi Hong Kong also didn’t think about this problem.
They know to run as far away from the hospital as possible.
"It’s only after we keep the president of the hospital that we make this policy. If you insist on going back, kill us first."
Ying Tian’s eyes are already wet and red, and the man can’t survive in the hospital. His heart has already blamed himself. At this moment, he saw Luo Changfeng resolutely shed tears in the hospital.
Yi Hong Gan is also a pear flower taking rain and sobbing secretly.
Luo Changfeng took a look at the front two to the death. He didn’t get angry, didn’t suddenly and violently, and made moves to make two people.
He is calm.
Calm that face with a bit of sadness.
He said gloomily, "You should already know my identity."
Should day Yi Hong gauze looked at each other and said "know what? What if I don’t know? "
Luo Changfeng said, "My surname is Luo Ming, whose ancestral home is Luo Ling, the father of Dayan Luohe County."
Although there was a suspicion in my heart about the true identity of Luo Changfeng, now I heard with my own ears that the latter admitted that it was still quite shocking in Yi Hong’s heart.
Ying Tian’s swordsman trembled slightly.
Luo Changfeng calmly continued, "A few years ago, the Luo family was killed. My father, my mother, my grandfather, my brothers and sisters, my uncles and aunts are very fortunate to be servants of the Luo family … I am the only one left by the Luo family."
"I drag out an ignoble existence for three years."
Luo Changfeng took a long breath, his voice was still peaceful, but his bright eyes were flooded with tears.
He recounted the past that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and no one had ever said it.
He looks calm, but every word that comes out of his mouth, who knows it’s a bloody knife cutting his heart?
"Every day, a person wakes up from the nightmare of blaming himself for not being able to take revenge. Every night, he can look up at the Milky Way and miss his face with tears. Do you know what it’s like?"
Los Changfeng suddenly raised his eyes.
Tears flooded his eyes and looked straight at him, holding a sword and pointing at himself.
The moment in my heart was deeply touched by Luo Changfeng’s eyes. Yi Hong held out his hand and pressed it to the trembling sword.
Los Changfeng wiped away tears with a wry smile "were dead! At that time, I was only thirteen years old, but I realized that life was not as good as death! "
"The school is the second home for me. My teacher and brother are my relatives and the dean is my people! When my family suffered great enemies, you kept me away from it … It once helped me find a place to warm my heart for the second time! "