There is only a crazy smile floating in the sky.
And where he appeared, the remaining knife awn infiltrated and gradually healed the virtual crack like a water cut.
The crane-haired old man broke his hands and stood up. The crazy smile drifted away. A pair of eyes with thousands of knives looked up at the sky until he confirmed the breath of the snow-covered Silver City.
He looked at those fireworks-like explosions, and the white filariasis covered the whole courtyard, but he didn’t plan to rescue them.
It’s the same with the snow in the north of autumn.
Fa watched hundreds of Lingwei brothers die in filariasis, anxious, and the ink attack machine in his hand changed into an umbrella.
He was about to stop the fire from falling in the silver city when he saw a holy lotus blossom from the courtyard and several eyes slowly rose.
The sacred light of the lotus will devour all the filariasis.
The lotus rose to the depths of the sky, and the sacred light gradually faded away, revealing two figures in the lotus snow.
A black suit set off a slender and straight figure, and 3,000 silver hair was a handsome and determined face.
Luo Changfeng An Hongdou came by the Lotus Platform. At that moment, he showed his figure. His right hand pointed and led broken arrow to fly out of the sky. He drew a semicircle and flew into Yanling Weiwei’s broken net.
The sword wind roared and lotus flower splashed, and the sword even beheaded 136!
A sword will kill an alien!
Snow silver city seems to be quiet for an instant, and then people will make noise and kill again.
Several fiery eyes in the city looked at the sword from a distance, and as soon as it flew back to Liantai, the silver-haired man in black finally disappeared.
Not waiting for those who first set foot in the snow and silver city Jianghu to guess the identity of the newcomers, everyone was shocked when they shouted with joy!
That sound comes from Liu Thirteen.
Willow thirteen called the master.
People were shocked but didn’t realize anything.
Then more than 100 Yan Lingwei knelt down on their shoulders and shouted, "See the Lord!"
"See the Lord!"
"See the duke …"
Echoing the wind and snow, the call of Silver City Mountain makes all swords come and Jianghu people polish their eyes one after another.
In the past ten years, people have heard too many strange stories about Luo Changfeng, the Lord of Snowstorm Silver City.
Now they finally have to meet the real person.
"That’s the Lord of Snowstorm Silver City!"
"Black and silver hair are tall and straight but so young!"
"Did that sword just now mean a Chinese sword?"
“……”
Looking at the pair of Yuanyang passengers at Lianhuatai and listening to the endless discussion, Jiang Manlou took the magic ink attack and took a white look at Luo Changfeng. "Everything is solved, but you are here!"