Spare Me, Great Lord!

From the outside, Gou Lan Wa looked bright and lively, but at the moment it was quietly quiet. Twelve Yi Qings, dressed in flower-dressed pythons, sat quietly in the hall and closed their eyes.

The boa on the robe is horrible, as if to eat.

The ordinary candlelight is always swaying, but the candlelight in this house is always vertically upward, as if it is still.

The strong momentum of the twelve Yipin Keqing seemed to solidify this world. Behind their necks, there is a white python mark, the scales of the python are like eyes.

Everyone knows that there are twelve great slaves under the Western Emperor's seat, and their strength is above the first grade. They are the real dead men of Duanmu Huangqi. But few people know that Duanmu Huangqi has left all his twelve great slaves in the Wangcheng to wait for opportunities, and no one knows what they are waiting for.

Every year at the time of the Jianlu Grand Ceremony, Lu Zhou people will come to the Wangcheng to observe the ceremony like a pilgrimage. This is the case over the years. Therefore, the Wangcheng people are very crowded and very lively at this time.

It's just that there are especially many people coming to Wangcheng this year, especially masters.

One by one, they have their own purpose in their arms, and they do n’t know where they stand.

However, just tonight, these people showed their fangs, as if a huge hunt was launched on a bluestone road in Wangcheng. The dead men brought by the twelve guests were like a black panther in the Wangcheng. The roof of the building tile shuttles, and the shadows originally scattered around the Wangcheng are rapidly gathering towards the blue stone road.

Lu Shu is still running. Some people say that the king city is so big that a master can't fly in a day. Although this is an exaggeration, it is like the people have no idea about how big the king city is.

They knew that Yipin Keqing could not actually fly in the forbidden airspace of Wangcheng. They knew that if Yipin Keqing could really fly, he would have finished flying in half a day, but who would compare that to it?

The greatness of the king city is the glory of the people of the king city.

But now, it seems that Lu Shu's no return, at least some Wangcheng giants think so.

Lu Shu ran from east to west, he did n’t know how long he would run, how many people would meet him to kill him, and how long Duanmu Huangqi planned for Jianlu, now because of his appearance, because of him To kill, the other party proclaimed this force to show off his strength and use it all on him.

He doesn't care about those, he only knows that if someone wants to kill him, he must die.

In the darkness, someone kept attacking Lu Shu, and the sound of someone stepping on the tile on the roof next to the blue stone slab road followed the sound of Lu Shu's way.

There were many dead people, and the dead knew that the young man was not as good as he had dealt with. The dead companions were not sorry. That was to pave the way for the task.

At the next moment, dozens of people suddenly flew on the roof, these people shot almost at the same time, and the angle came from all directions!

Suddenly Lu Shu stopped in a sudden rush, because of the huge reaction force, the blue stone plate he used to stabilize his body suddenly cracked and the debris burst!

Between the electric light and the flint, the dead men in black in the sky are like fierce beasts. However, these beasts suddenly found that the young man standing in the middle did not look afraid, but laughed!

"Fish has bones and bones, but is it still fish?" Lu Shu laughed.

It was just a moment of effort, the dead were still in the air, but they found that the teenager ’s fingers did not know what was pulling from the sky, and then everyone felt a cold body, and came the uncomfortable sting!

It is an invisible sword gas!

It's just that they didn't find out when this young man suspended the invisible sword gas in the sky!

The falling of Jian Yu rustled. This was the biggest encounter on Lu Shu ’s journey on the blue stone slab, but he still did not pose any threat to him.

The deceased who remained on the roof of the roadside narrowed their eyes and looked at the teenager carefully. When the teenager started to move again, they followed the chase and waited for the most suitable time.

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If Wangcheng didn't know what happened in the beginning, it has been bleeding for dozens of years on the bluestone road, and it is impossible to remain indifferent.

Countless pairs of eyes were quietly staring at the king city in the dark. They secretly speculated how much blood the king city would have left tonight, where the teenager would kill before he died, or guess how many talents the teenager would kill.

Xiao Jize, Song Ji's big treasurer, paced anxiously in the Song family's courtyard. A middle-aged man with a dark complexion stepped out and looked at Xiao Mingze: "What's the matter?"

"Homeowner, shall we help him?" Xiao Mingze said, for the big shopkeeper of Song Ji Casino, Lu Shu is his cash cow, and everyone has been with each other for so long, the big consecration Zhao Shuai also wanted to ask him to ask him Do n’t help Lv Shu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ They were the first group of royals to contact Lv Shu, no one expected that this scene would appear today, that the young leader of the Wuwei Army actually killed the bluestone Blood Road, and the opponent is the emperor of Xizhou!

"The gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall," said the Song family's owner. "Retreat."

In fact, when he asked Zhao Shuai to retreat from Nangeng City, he already made a choice. The reason why Wangcheng ’s ninety-five giants could stand for thousands of years has not been relying on luck, but avoiding misfortune.

"Listen to you, the villain withdrew," Xiao Mingze bowed down and stepped away. Sometimes Xiao Mingze wanted to leave this giant to find a way out, but where did he go?

Lv Shu has disappeared in the world. Isn't life the same? Wangcheng giants are still giants, but what is wrong?

At this time, the Sun family Sun Zhongyang stood at the door of his father's study: "Father, I want to help him. He saved my life. Although the magical armor has been paid off, the life is priceless."

With a book in his hand, Sun Xiuwen slowly turned and said, "It's not that I won't let you help him, but you can't help him."

Sun Zhongyang has always respected his father, because his father is not only the most promising person to be promoted to the Grand Master in this royal city. Sun Zhongyang also understood from his childhood that his father Sun Xiuwen still has what wisdom behind his powerful strength.

"What do you mean by saying this?" Sun Zhongyang froze.

"You underestimated him and overestimated yourself," Sun Xiuwen smiled and looked up at Sun Zhongyang: "You go to practice, when you reach the realm of Grand Master, you can help him when you are."

Sun Zhongyang suddenly realized at this time that his father actually supported himself to help Lu Shu, but only felt that he couldn't help each other!

How could Lu Shu Hede let his father make such a high evaluation?

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