Half-way, an old man's eyes were like a torch, staring at the page of the spirit seal in the Qin Jiu singer, and the turbid pupil was amplified, and he lost his voice: "Isn't it?"

“Old man, you know a lot, can you see what?”The rest of the people were in a hurry to ask.

The old man is still the god of the devil: "The old man is not sure, but it is indeed a little guess in his heart... If the old man is not mistaken, the hand of the false Son should be the spiritual seal in his hand, and the seal is a blow for the powerful to go all out, mighty to heaven!"

"And . . . and . ." he quivered, "if the old man is right, the sword in the sealing page, and the breath on the side of the garnet is the same source!"

“That’s right!”The other man next to the old man, who was an extremely rare one who had spread out to the strong, heard the pupil, "is indeed the same origin, that is to say, the seal of the spiritual seal... is the attack on the side of the garrison."

"And that three swords, seemingly huge, but the one hand on the side of the languar to save the power of the hand, naturally can not be the same day!"He then explained.

Hearing the words, the people were even more uproar: "The means of life-saving left by the mighty must be given to their own children, and the pages of the spiritual seal on the side of the gargoyle side of the gargoyle fall on the hands of the false Son, and how can it be dealt with by the false Son?"

Speaking of the back, the man’s face looked very wonderful.

“Wait... the death of the Zhan Taizong a few days ago, the whole world was doing the work of the green frog, but if I remember correctly... the false Son was also present!”

No one is a fool, hear this, and then connect everything, everyone suddenly has the same guess in their hearts!

“No wonder the side said...”

“This...”

They looked at each other, turning their heads tacitly, and they did not dare to say more.

In response to people, Qin Jiu Song naturally ignored.

His eyes were like electricity, and he was not afraid of the upper side of the garrison, a big hand, and his mouth spit:

“Go!”

Suddenly, the three-inch sword was lasered, bringing out a terrible void crack, and directly pointed out the shadow of the god on the side of the garrison.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The one who hates and cries out.

In front of him, the younger generation killed his children, and took away his secret treasures, but now he still used his own means to deal with him, to stop him from cutting off his daughter.

It is unscrupulous and deceitful!

However, it was his full force of a sword, and now out of his control, even if he really came, he did not dare to look down.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, and an illusory sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and suddenly cut out!

Rumble!

Shocking collisions!

The sharp swords in the heavens and the earth are vertical and horizontal, the whole world is covered by the sword, and the scattered swords falling from the sky directly plowed the devastated sunset city again, many people dodging, directly suffering from no-fault.

However, for all this, Qin Jiu Song was indifferent.

He stood proudly and calmly looked at the void in front of him.

The raging sky slowly recovered, revealing the shadow of the gargoyle on the side of the raging, "pedaling and pedaling" three steps back, the look was horrendous, and Gandhi was extremely angry with the Qin Jiu song in front of him.

The hit in the page of the spiritual seal is too strong, and he is just a divine projection, the force is limited, although he reluctantly blocked himself from sealing a sword in the spiritual seal page, but this divine projection has also been oiled withered, and gradually become illusory.

"Oh, this god projection, destroyed by their own sword, I don't know what it's like?"Qin Jiu Song smiled and said to himself, "Perhaps, this is also a thing to return to the original owner."

The god thought of the projection turned his head, looked behind him like a golden paper on the face of the garlic, and showed the color of shame, as if to shed tears: "Xuan."

However, this is just a projection of God, not even tears.

The shadow is getting fainter and fainter, and it seems to be scattered at any time: “Dad is sorry for you...”

“Dad...”

A line of tears, from the corner of the mouth of the 澹台璇咒咒 quietly slipped, with her earthly appearance, beautiful and incomparable.

She had already felt that she might be in danger today, trembling and saying, “Please forgive my daughter for not filial piety, and I can’t serve my father in the future...”

In this regard, Qin Jiu Song also did not block, Xiang Taixuan is very smart, there is no knowing that it is not necessary to do it, and he must inform the bottom of the party.

Otherwise, it is definitely the thunder of Qin Jiu Song, so that they will be deprived of even the last moment!

Therefore, Qin Jiu Song is just a negative hand, the mouth is hanging with a smile, quietly looking at the father and daughter.

It was only this scene, his smile, but it was cold in his heart.

In the sunset city, lucky in the Fang talent hit the people who escaped a disaster, looking at the face of Qin Jiu Song's lily, instantly cold, cold.

It feels like the devil in hell!

Only the dog "Tian Ting" laugh, body shape, fell behind Qin Jiu Song half a step position, stupidly smiled, sighed: "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

He said, “There was something in his mouth, but there was something in his words, just a strong mockery and a pleasure.

The sadness and despair of the prey before he died made him excited and trembled in his heart, and there was a perverted pleasure.

Especially when the prey is a teenager supreme, experienced the initial shock, at this moment that the pleasure reached the peak, so that his whole person excited eyes red!

“Oh.”

Qin Jiu laughed, not saying much.

At this time, the projection of the mind on the side of the languor was raging, as if the light returned to the light, and the next moment it broke apart, turning into a piece of the power.

"Qin family, dare to move my daughter's hair, poor blue down Huangquan, I will kill you!"

Before the projection of God's mind completely collapsed, a domineering word resounded from the sky, like a Hong Zhong Da Lu, reverberating in everyone's mind!

Hearing this, many people were shocked in their hearts.

A powerful oath, who would dare to ignore it?

However, Qin Jiu Song's words were only a light smile, and even the smile on his face was not half fluctuating.

He had already killed Zhantai Zong, enough to make the party in the 澅tai into madness, the enmity of both sides, has long been absent from the sky.

If you let go of the gargoyle, will the party forgive him?

How could such threatening words, which were beyond the smoke of his eyes, shake his heart and intention?

Besides, he didn't care, but he was the lady in the book!

Now tearing the skin, completely fighting, it will be completely broken!

As soon as I read this, Qin Jiu Song was empty and slowly pushed to the throttle.

Although she fell into the realm of death, she broke down on the projection of the Litai side, and wiped the tears and restored the peace and tenacity of the past.

She was as cold as the eyes of the water, looking directly at Qin Jiu Song: "Today you killed me, two months later, the battle of Xuelong Lake, Xiao Fan will avenge me!"

“Oh.”

Qin Jiu Song didn't care to smile: "Maybe I'll send him to accompany you."

He smiled and said, “Qin Jiu Song, can’t you really think you can run for a lifetime?”The world is so big that someone can take you!”

“Is it?”

Qin Jiu Song is not sure, the tone is soft as an old friend's old saying: "But today, I have to take your life first."

With that, he reached out and suddenly appeared in his hand a long sword full of fluctuation.

The sword body flashed cold, engraved mysterious runes, held by him, the sword finger is empty.

“The sword of the Spirit!”

At this moment, the face of the 湹台濇濏濏濏濏濏渇濧揧濏濏濏捧濏濏