He turned to Xu Beiyou and smiled, “What I just gave you is that you don’t cherish it.”

He was silent, just clutching the sword in his hand.

Northern ghost emperor a pair of strange green eyes, people dare not look at each other, Yi Ting smiled: "Young man, you are just three kinds of cultivation, in front of the old man a round can not go, it is better to ask your master out, let's talk, maybe there is a way to live."

Xu Beiyou just wanted to talk, saw the northern ghost emperor's face change dramatically, grabbed the end of the wooden jade's shoulder to go back, directly with their own back smashed the walls of the inn, instantly placed outside the rolling storm.

However, no matter how the storm ravages, it is difficult to hit both people on Wednesday.

He asked sadly, “What’s wrong?”

The northern ghost emperor is like a great enemy: "Just now the people above the finger to the sword, the realm is almost the realm of the immortals."

The face of the end of the jade slightly eased, the double sleeves shook the dust that did not exist, and smiled: "The master of Xu Beiyou is really a master?"No wonder this boy has no fear, the ghost emperor of the north, what kind of realm is this person?”

The northern ghost emperor did not look very good, and said in a deep voice: "Over the ghost fairy, as for what stage is the realm of the immortals, it is not easy to say before there is a real fight."

The face of the end of the wooden jade slightly condensed, um said, "I am a little curious, in the end, which is the way of the high man, how dare to go to this beach muddle."

In the hotel.

The old man, carrying a sword box, with a cloud, slowly came to the first floor lobby along the stairs.

At this time, in addition to Xu Beiyou three people, only the treasurer lady standing behind the counter, and a line of incredulous guards.

The old man looked around for a week, and finally looked at the master of the treasurer, and said plainly: "The master of the cabinet lady, the wine is almost full."

The lady of the treasurer did not seem to be ordinary people, etc. Things still developed to this point, still unsatisfied, walked out of the counter, picked up a bench that was knocked over the ground, and then sat on it, squeezed out a curve that made the man's mouth dry mouth, and whispered: "Before, the slave looked away, and did not know the real person, if not Mr. Sun, if not Mr. Sun, he could not be sure that the sword."

The old man's voice was slightly raised and asked, "The treasurer is the northern ghost emperor, who are the treasurer lady?"

The lady took a bag from the sleeve, put it under her nose, sniffed it gently, and squinted slightly intoxicated, like a lazy cat, but the look was with a faint sadness, and said, "When the town hall sent eight great deacons to hunt down the sword father, Sun Zhongmou, and finally only one person was seriously injured to return to the town hall."

The old man was surprised: "Is the master of the cabinet wrong?"The old man obviously only killed five town magic temple hawk dogs, three people should have escaped back."

The north bird rolled his eyes.

The old man's words undoubtedly acquiesced to himself that he was indeed the father of the sword, Sun Zhongmou, and the disciple of the last patriarch of the sword, the master of the patriarch, and the patriarch of the emperor.

The master of the cabinet gently spit out a turbid breath, the inn filled with the seemingly sweet taste, sad and tragic: "There are two people who escaped, they through the Gongsun Zhongmou's sword spirit into the body, forcibly cut off their own connection with the life lamp, disguised as a dead illusion, and then changed, I wanted to stay away from these clansmen between the fighting disputes, but not for a long time, but not long after the peace, but not long after.“The

Sun Zhongmou converged the extra expression on his face and did not speak.

The master put away her bag and said sadly: "It is not hidden, the slave family was the judge of the great deacon of the town's demon temple, and the northern ghost emperor was the two people who escaped at that time, and the matter of Shuzhou was forced, not from the heart..."

Gong Sun Zhongmou suddenly interrupted her words, "Some sweet."

The woman's face suddenly stiffened, and then squeezed out a slightly stiff smile, "What does Mr. Gongsun mean?"

Sun Zhongmou sniffed and said calmly, "Your peach blossoms are sweet."

The woman's face was suddenly white, and there was no half-blood.

Peach 瘴焴, the signature means of many flower owners in peony, specifically kill a master above the product.

But like many flashy tricks, these tricks are of little use to the real masters.

Outside the hotel.

The northern ghost emperor and the end of the wooden jade standing in the sand that have gradually become weak, looking at the inn, their hearts are concerned.

In the view of the northern ghost emperor, with the large-scale intervention of the master of the town's magic temple, coupled with the death of a judge, the northwest is not a place to stay for a long time, after this matter to leave as soon as possible, it is best to return directly to the imperial capital, where it is the court's place, but also the only place in the Daomen dare not openly reach out.

In the view of the end of the jade, the northwest is a turbid water, and this beach turbidity still has the trend of continuing to muddle down, mixed water is easy to touch fish, they may not be able to catch a big fish in the northwest.If the father's position is his own entrance into the court's officialdom, then now he will lay enough stepping stones for the future.

The two sides of the idea is obviously contrary, in fact, the two people in the heart will not look at each other, the northern ghost emperor felt that the end of the jade is just a dependence on the power of the parents, and the end of the Muyu will be the northern ghost emperor as a dog owned by his father.

The sand whimpered, and the northern ghost emperor suddenly looked up at the door of the inn, killing the surprise.

The twilight also looked up, however alarmingly.

I saw three people walking out of the inn, a man, a woman, and an old man.

The old man was in the middle, carrying a sword box, and holding the head of a woman who was not oblivious.

The northern ghost emperor looked at the head, the green light in his eyes, the throat made a hoarse and hoarse roar, and the hands hanging on his side were even more clenched into a fist, and the bruises were violent.

Like a tiger and a leopard with a bow, ready to cull it.

Gong Sun Zhongmou threw the head of the woman in his hand to the northern judge three feet, and said flatly: "Nine years ago did not kill you, nine years later to make up."

The face of the wood is as if it is about to drip out of water.

The northern ghost emperor slowly bent down, his hands slightly trembling to hold the woman's head, the expression was distorted, hoarsely said: "Grandson Zhongmou!"

Nine years, say long, short is not short.

Nine years ago, Shuzhou Sword Pavilion World War I, he almost died under the sword of Gongsun Zhongmou, but Gong Sun Zhongmou in his body after a sword-free, conceited that he was already a must-see, he did not continue to pursue, which let him find a glimmer of life, a fury swept out of a hundred miles, and finally fainted in the Yinping Mountains.

It was she who dragged the same badly injured body out of the shade.

For nine years, whether it was to escape the control of the town's magic hall, or later had to invest in the dark guard, the two people have always been dependent on each other.

They have not forgotten, but they have never been forgotten.

The northern ghost emperor thought that this dependence would continue, but did not think that she was dead.

Just today, take yourself a step forward and die.

The thin northern ghost emperor stood up with his head, his face twisted, and his face could hardly see his true face, plus the fluttering green eyes, which seemed to have gone into the devil.

"Because of you, all these years, I have not been tortured by the sword-free spirit in my body all the time, so that I have become this inhuman and evil!"

"Because of you, I have fallen from the realm of immortality to the realm of ghosts and immortals, and there is no hope of stepping on the realm of immortality!"

“Today, because of you, I’m alone!”

Finally, the northern ghost emperor shouted the name again.

“Son of God!”