Xin Zhuang sneered: "If you had another choice, how many swords would you use to hack me to death?"

A Liang was a little shy. The old woman was so good at talking about naughty things that I couldn't bear it.

Xinzhuang didn't understand the deeper meaning, and just thought that this man was wandering thousands of miles again, distracted by controlling the sword's will, suppressing the void phenomenon at the feet of both sides.

A Liang felt that the opportunity was rare and had to use his trump card.

It's a rare reunion. My handsome appearance is still the same, and my swordsmanship is better. I think that sister is used to it, so let's do something about the talent and beauty.

A Liang coughed and moistened his throat.

Wu Wuxiang Xinzhuang sneered and said: "Shut up."

This man once traveled the wild world alone with a sword. Because he kept getting into trouble, many great demons had seen his sword-wielding posture with their own eyes.

While supporting his waist with both hands, he recited poems loudly, euphemistically calling him the Sword Immortal, the Poet Immortal and the Feng Liu. You must know that behind him, he was also following the spells and bombardments to continuously chase and kill the big demon.

A Liang sighed, a beautiful woman cannot understand the charm, and the worst thing is to let the beauty down and let her husband down.

Xin Zhuang asked: "You have such a realm, why don't you cherish it?"

A Liang said: "I can answer sincerely, but Sister Xinzhuang also needs to listen to my words first."

Xinzhuang nodded.

As expected, there was no surprise at all.

I saw the man clapped his knees with his hands, smiled and recited poetry.

He didn't smile much, and his voice was not soft, "This is my original farewell song, Aliang."

The road to Shu is difficult, so I will drink wine, and my sleepwalking mother Tianmu will sing "Don't stay".

The pipa is played, the song of everlasting regret is played, and the ancient grass is used to say goodbye.

In mourning for the king and his grandson, who have no family to leave, the painting is presented to General Cao.

"If it weren't for the title, it would actually be pretty good if I changed it to the Ni Gong Mountain and worked with a negative salary, facing the moon for 150 days and nights."

"Wash the soldiers and horses, give flowers to the queen, and walk alone by the river to find quatrains. Well, it seems better to watch the water in Sanchuan instead."

"My dear, my thoughts are flowing like a spring, and it's like a wheel that can't stop. It's so powerful."

Xinzhuang said: "Have you had enough nonsense?"

Finally, A Liang nodded, with a half-smiling look on his face. He put his hands on his knees and said to himself: "What a good Jia Sheng was left alone after crying. What a drunk man who fell off his horse and fell off his horse. Don't laugh. Invite me."

Bring your wine and watch."

Xinzhuang waited quietly for the answer.

Why don't you, Aliang, cherish the Fourteenth Realm of a sword cultivator so much?

"Because I cherish this hard-won Fourteenth Realm."

Ah Liang did not act rogue, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Sister Xinzhuang is not young and has traveled too little, so she doesn't understand. After all, it's hard to make love with someone who is not a swordsman."

Xinzhuang remained silent.

Regardless of whether he is a swordsman or a swordsman, everyone in the world will recognize him.

Only this man tries too hard to "pretend" to be a gentle man, which is really annoying. I always feel that there is no need to do this, just to be your sword fairy.

Xin Zhuang once asked Mr. Zhou how he would choose if there were many people like A Liang in the world.

Mr. Zhou said with a smile, then I will not come to your hometown, and the reason why A-Liang is A-Liang is because there is only one A-Liang.

According to legend, the reason why A Liang was armed with a sword and went on many rampages in the wild world was actually to find the "Jia Sheng" who Zhou Mi had failed to achieve in the world in the past and had to cry with ghosts and gods.

But Zhou Mi never wanted to see him.

Ah Liang suddenly stood up, with a solemn look on his face, and recited in a deep voice some words from a book that he had received early from his great divine will after studying in his youth.

His eyes are thousands of miles away, his mind is wandering in the wilderness, his courage is unparalleled, and the heavens are proud of him.

The clouds are steaming, the dragons are changing, and the trees are blooming in spring. I am the creator of my heart and my hands.

All of A Liang's words turned into golden words as big as mountains, smashing into the abyss under the golden futon.

The text further reveals the golden dragon, spring breeze, tree flowers, appearing and disappearing in the white clouds, suppressing the evil spirit rising into the sky.

A Confucian sage is a man of great uprightness. He speaks of the Constitution of Heaven and follows the law when he speaks.

Extremely deep underground, there was the movement of the earth collapsing, as if the road was blocked and had to retreat temporarily, but the remaining momentum still slowly spread to the golden futon.

That new makeup just feels thrilling.
Chapter completed!