In the past, Xue Mengli was in the blast of the wind, and his voice was hoarse and savage. He opened his mouth and closed it again. The throat was rolled several times. When he spoke, he was obliged to follow it: "The disciple Xue Meng, see the master."

Simple and simple eight words, no one can complain for more than ten years.

Xue Meng finished this sentence, but I felt that my life was full of mouthpieces. It was a bitter and I couldn’t say a second sentence.

Behind him, Mei Xuexue said: "Zi Ming, condensate God."

The two Meijia brothers in the past life have nothing to change, but they have added a certain amount of stability to their respective eyebrows, and their spiritual power is far better than the original.

"Know your mood is turbulent, but the Spirit can't always be turbulent. I just came to this world when I saw the youth. If this time I lose again, your face will be lost in front of you." Go back to God."

"..."

Xue Meng is no longer the young man who was ignorant and ignorant. He knew that Mei Hanxue was right, so even though he had all the disappointment, he took a deep breath and removed his gaze from Chu Xinning and re-cast it on the side of the step.

"What are you?" Stepping Xianjun blinked extremely dangerously in the squad, "Come on death?"

Mei Hanxue said: "What happened, he didn't seem to know us."

Chu Yuning said that he was passing by and said: "He has completely lost consciousness. No one can recognize it now."

Xue Meng: "..."

If you say that you are just a glimpse of the person who is late in the night, he has already stirred his heart. Then at this moment, he once again heard this familiar voice. This voice, which can only be heard in the dream, Xuemen’s tears can no longer bear, and slowly filled his eyes.

How many years have passed?

He didn't dare to look back at those years, he was afraid of a little memory, and the tears would fall without interest.

In fact, the time for him, too fast and very slow, he still remembers the first year of Chu Yuning's capture, life and death are still unknown. At that time, he went alone and mourned for help, but perhaps because he was too angry and proud in the past, and he did not care for him.

Later, I finally hoped that the rebel army would gather. He eagerly hoped to rescue the old man in the magic cave earlier, but everyone also suspected that he was scornful and self-satisfied. At that time, Mei Hanxue was deployed as a force and was not in the striker. He was alone and could only go up the mountain himself.

What is waiting for him on the mountain? It is the shackles of life and death, the sacred emperor who walks on the wood, and the body of Chu Ningning, which is gradually annihilated with the death of the singer.

It has been almost ten years.

He waited for ten years and became a corpse. The corpse was broken into ashes in front of him.

The pillar that supported him disappeared. He could only cry like a helpless child, screaming in the ash that was raging.

He was late, and even the armor's sleeves were not touched.

Even, I can’t hear Chu’s late call to him: “Xue Meng.”

Later, things became more horrible.

When the singer died and resurrected, Shi Mingjing revealed the green face and fangs. They opened the door and killed the human beings. For Xue Meng, the death of the old friend of the past has changed. When I was a teenager, I was buried in a jar of Du Kang under the laurel tree. When I dig it out, who else can drink with him?

Therefore, Xue Meng did not know how much strength he had used. He was able to remove the first sight of the ten-year-old from the late night.

"This time I finally didn't come late." Xue Mengdao, "Master, I will help you."

At this time, another earthly Xuemeng arrived with the other two Mei brothers. Although it is clear that there will be some incredible people after the tears of life and death, they suddenly saw themselves more than ten years later. Still let the three young people be more or less surprised.

Young Xue Mengdao: "You...you...?!"

Xuemeng of the previous life just glanced at him, and there was a glamorous and sadness in his eyes. Then he smiled low and said: "I almost forgot. It turned out that I was like this more than ten years ago."

"..."

"It's so stupid."

The young Xue Meng had no head and no brain to be covered with a fool's poke. He still didn't react. The fireball ball of the Emperor's Emperor had already shot down his vest.

Xue Meng was sideways. He didn't want to use the snow phoenix, but at this time he reflexively took out the sacred martial arts and barely attacked the offensive, and then he stepped back. It’s hard to stand firm, and I’m gonna rush to step on the fairy, but I’m stopped by a blue-sworded sword.

Mei Hanxue of his predecessor stood in front of him and squinted: "Since we are here, we don't have to do it."

Mei Hanxue also smiled and said to himself ten years ago: "This earthly scorpion is naturally made up by this earthly person. If you don't care for you, Mei Xianjun is a good man, just in the prime of life, if it is Surrounded by bitterness and enmity, I will be as boring as I am for the rest of my life. How bad it is."

Young plum with snow: "..."

At this time, the trio of the three-seat lock stepping on Xianjun suddenly trembled fiercely. Mei Hanxue stopped teasing himself. He immediately turned his head and said seriously: "No! His strength is much stronger than before!"

Chu night Ningdao: "He has reintegrated a heart in his body."

"!"

Xue Meng's efforts to cast spells, the hand veins prominent, he bite his teeth: "We can support the time is probably shorter than expected - Master, you have to fold back as soon as possible, kill Huabi Nan!"

Chu Jingning has not answered yet, and the young Xue Meng asked: "Will Hua Binan? Why is it killing Hua Nan, not killing this... this..."

He didn't know for a moment that he said that the emperor was burning for ink, or something else.

Xue Meng glanced at himself: "This is the scorpion smashed and can't be killed. But as long as the manipulator behind him dies, he will soon follow the ash." - He paused, barely With one hand, the young Xue Meng’s feet immediately lit up a red and fire formation.

"It's dangerous here. You are still young, you shouldn't suffer from it. Go, go back to the mountain army."

"No! I don't want it! Why do you--hey!"

Despite the struggling youth, Xuemeng, like the Mei brothers, was quickly wrapped up by the spiritual butterfly tide that was vacated by the light. The butterfly wave carried three young people and flew toward the front hall, disappearing instantly. not see.

Just after sending away the three little guys, I heard a crisp "K!", Mei Hanxue changed his face: "The formation is broken, Zi Ming!"

Xue Meng slammed the whole body to the direction of the emperor, and he trembled, as if he tried to hold back a beast that was emptied, and the rope on the neck of the beast was about to break.

"Master, go -!"

No need to say Xue Meng, Chu night Ning jumped up, his sword eyebrows tightened, looking at Xue Meng: "I will return soon. Do not get hurt."

"This sentence is what I said to the Master." Xue Meng gritted his teeth. "Reassured, the disciples are not what they are, they can hold them."

He can hold it.

He has been in this world for so many years, and support has become a habit, and habits have supported him to move on. So many times have not seen the day, and now I have seen the teacher, he has no reason to hold it.

Chu night sighed and sighed: "I have been alone for so many years, I am sorry..."

The singer is still in the ear, and the people have gone.

Xue Meng’s tears finally collapsed.

The man who is not confused for a long time is not good at crying. Even if the rainstorm is rushing, he will cover him, and he will not cover the slight tremors on his shoulders.

Stepping Xianjun is almost violent in the squad, and the ray of light is like a crack in the Tianchi Lake, showing a fragmented danger! Seeing that he was going to break through the encirclement, but then a red light killed him, tied him tightly, and stepped on the immortal to be more angry, raised a pair of **** red eyes, staring in the direction of the red light. go with--

Xue Meng’s eyes on the stepping on Xianjun: “You are dead, I will not let him disappear in front of me for another time.”

He said, exhausting 10% of the spiritual power, the neck blue veins pulsate, the eyes are hard as iron.

"Teacher, you used to win me. In today, the Master is on the side, I don't want to let him down, so... you can't win me!"

Mei Hanxue reacted very quickly. It was a shock. The long eyebrows shook and shouted: "Zi Ming! What to do!?"

Just listening to the sound of a bang, Xue Meng lit up behind the flames of red. He sighed and slammed his palms. The fire ran down the law and went straight to the emperor. In an instant, it seemed like a million arrows to wear the heart, and the shackles were four wrong.

"Well--!"

Stepping on the fairy, his eyes are split, his head is sullen, and the spiritual powers around him are weak and mostly weak. His dark eyes slowly turned around, staring at Xue Meng silently, and his black blood dripped intermittently.

On the left side of his chest, close to the heart, there is a mole.

It used to be a place where Xuemeng’s Dragon City was worn.

Now these Xue Meng condensed the curse of the ban and hundreds of roots into his body, the sharpest one is from the position of the year to wear the chest again.

Empty blood hole...

Mei Hanxue was shocked and anxious: "You are stopping, you are already in the power of the Psychic, and if you continue this way, your spiritual core will..."

"Hey!" Xue Meng snapped him.

He stared at the fairy, the old brother staring at the younger brother, the old assassin staring at the tyrant.

This pair of former brothers are staring at each other, and how many years of life and death are written off. Xue Meng’s face is poor, but his eyes are lit up with a blazing brilliance of the phoenix.

"I Xuemeng learned all my life, it is a battle today."

Mei Hanxue: "..."

This sentence sounds falling, and the phoenix breaks through the clouds in an instant, only to see the flames burst into the sky! !

In the fire, it seems as if I had seen a very early, very early, a silver-blue light armor, a ponytail blonde buckled the young man, he was noisy, grinning and grinning:

"I want to be the first in the Lingshan Conference!"

"Hey! God Wu this kind of thing, I will have it sooner or later! What can be rare!"

"After fifty years, no! As long as thirty years, I will let the shackles of life and death be carried forward in my hands, Megatron Kyushu!"

The eyebrows are tender and tender, such as new shoots, and the sound is crisp as the first peach. The young man has no scruples, and he is not afraid of the fate of the sky.

The fire almost reflected half of the sky of death and death, how many yesterday were burned to coke, burned as wreckage...

Everything is settled, only the current Xue Ziming.

His eyes were sturdy and firm, saying: "I don't want to be successful, but ask people to be like that."