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There was a gust of evil wind in the valley of Tibetan soldiers, and pear blossoms were sad and bleak all over the sky.
Hundreds of disciples surrounded by the predecessor of Baizhang Gaoxu Zhubing Pavilion stared at the giant gate of Zhubing Pavilion. Uncle Jiang’s fifth uncle unconsciously gathered his robe, stretched out his hand and twisted his temples to hang two wisps of gray hair. The slight squint in his eyes meant cool autumn and silence.
Consciously, the general trend has been decided. Uncle Jiang said with emotion, "What about Uncle Puyang’s fifth year?"
Beside him, the fallen sword and rickety figure habitually lowered his head. "According to the old slave, there is only one unknown number."
Strength does not lose a spiritual boundary operator. The Red Armor is trapped in the mountains, and Yan Peng’s nine generals celebrate the army’s 30,000 armored soldiers to besiege the machine city, so that 3,000 Tiefu Tufu can take care of his side. The disciples of Puyang Sword, Hidden Soldiers Valley and more than half of the words belong to the people … Master Jiang’s life has gone to the grave, and how to look at Jiang’s building is afraid of life out of the casting soldiers pavilion.
This is the only ending that Jiang’s fifth uncle worked out after careful consideration, and taught him to be as hearty as a rain shower.
Dreaming that since today and the day after tomorrow, every family’s theme has fallen into the bag, Jiang’s fifth uncle is filled with emotion.
He asked casually, but never thought that there were variables hidden in the doomed game!
Jiang Gu five uncle picked his eyebrows "oh? But I don’t know which one? "
I don’t know why I broke my promise to help Puyang’s old sword head say "an arrow has not been born or will be born"
Uncle Jiang’s Fifth Uncle laughed, "Old Sword Head, don’t you know that those two reckless little guys in it can make the arrows destined to be among the top ten magic weapons be driven willingly?"
The head of Puyang sword was hoarse and never looked up. "Old slaves are worried."
Whether the mountain was in charge of the safety of the whole building before admission or behind the mountain, the sword head of Puyang knew clearly that the young man he met in the pavilion of soldiers had a long history. He was able to take care of his country, mountains and rivers, live today, and learn from others … Such a second Junjie, who was listed in the new list by the pavilion of secrets, would not make him feel strange when he did something.
Things here include the birth of an arrow!
Although Jiang Guwu uncle doesn’t know who the young man is with the silver fox face mask.
……
The heavy rain came as scheduled.
On a gray day, the downpour slapped the array to be solemn and solemn, and 30 thousand soldiers cleaned the majestic long brother brand-new and dazzling. Peng Jiujiang, the captain of the besieged city, was full of bows, and all the people still watched the watchtower stand still.
Talk about it. The horse shook his front hoof.
The iron hoof splashed with water
Peng Jiu in this trip knows that he came here with this 30,000-year-old celebration army, just like what he said, but he borrowed it temporarily for a rainy day.
He knew that the military adviser had already paved the way before leaving the Bingshan Mountain.
What he has to do is simply follow this road.
nothing more/that’s all./nothing beyond/this only goes so far
So he saw the assassination of Jiang’s father by Puyang sword in the past, the fifth uncle of Jiang’s family thoroughly tearing his face and never dying, and the shameless means of the disciples against the word "Shu Mo Yan" cast a symbol. People saw that Jiang’s family kept playing wonderful scenes.
This time, I feasted my eyes and let Peng Jiu admire the strategist from the bottom of my heart.
Whether it is the key point that causes the contradiction between the soldiers in the mountain and the soldiers in the valley or the decisive person who decides the outcome of this dispute is calculated by the strategist.
It is the sword head of Puyang that has to be inconvenienced.
Let a man whose heart is like ashes be willing to be a slave for a hundred years. Jiang Jiaen’s old slave personally killed the benefactor of the past year. If this person’s heart is not accurate, how can these things happen? Even today’s corpse in the rainstorm is the one who will inherit Bingshan’s family business in the future.
The heart has doubts and has been thinking for a long time. Jiang Mangong turned to look at Peng Jiu. "There has always been a question in my brother’s heart."
After Jiang Gu’s overall situation has been decided, he has to complete the strategist’s life and bring back more than a thousand deputy Tiefu Peng Jiu. He didn’t carry any "Man Gong Brothers, please say"
"The old man with the sword head in Puyang is a big brother and a servant, but actually he is like a master and a disciple. I can’t figure out how the military adviser persuaded this man to surrender to my father."
Peng Jiu laughed. "The strategist said that the world’s infatuation is a bitter feeling and hatred. This Puyang sword is willing to be a slave for a hundred years, and it can be complained that it can shake or say that the root of returning kindness is still the love word."
Jiang Man-bow seemed puzzled. "I seem to have heard that the old man was kind to Puyang’s sword head at the beginning because of a woman."
Peng Jiu squinted and looked at the machine tower. "Not long ago, the military adviser found the woman."
……
A muffled thunder rolled across the sky.
In the heavy rain, the giant gate of the casting soldier pavilion slowly opened a long figure with a sword and a robe infected by blood.
That’s Jiangmanlou.
It looks awkward, but it doesn’t hurt the day. The first family is less romantic, and the river is full of swords.
The heavy rain washed the ink attack blade and washed away the deep red blood of many people before they died.
Silver-white sword body exposed
Magic ink attack inch by inch sharp and dazzling.
Jiangmanlou flips his wrist.
A cold light swam from the blade and finally disappeared at the end of the tip.
Jiang Gu fifth uncle looked at the gate of casting soldiers and then looked at his nephew like a play abuser. "Have you? It’ s not too disappointing to die and live! "
Jiang Manlou grinned grimly. "I’m afraid I really want to disappoint my fifth uncle this time."
Uncle Jiang Gu frowned slightly.
Overhead is a muffled thunder sounded.
Hundreds of eyes outside the soldier’s pavilion looked into the dark sky.
Where is Lei Yun rolling in the sky?
I saw a sudden blaster from the top of the towering cast soldier pavilion, which broke the pavilion and rushed into the sky, and suddenly a figure fell.
That’s a silver fox face mask, Luo Changfeng
Holding the magic arrow Luo Changfeng with golden glow.
The sword head of Puyang beside Uncle Jiang’s family looks up slightly. He smells a very dangerous smell, that is, he protects Uncle Jiang’s family behind his sword.
In the majestic rain, Puyang’s sword was cut into a forest.
At this time, the falling hand of Luochangfeng in the middle of the semester made a move to cast a soldier’s pavilion on fire, and an arrow with a perfect red awn trembled violently. I felt the magic arrow calling it, and suddenly shot out in a tremor, and the sun arrow drew a fire awn on the horizon and then flew to Luochangfeng’s hand.
Luo Changfeng bows and arrows!
The magic arrow is the first arrow!
The bright sun pierced the dark sky and resounded through the sky.
A full-bodied fireworks and three-legged sun flapped the flaming cloud wing and flew to the sword head of Fang Puyang.
Heavy rain burns where the sun flies.
The figure is bent, the face is tattooed by slaves, and the head of Puyang sword is full of fear.
Chapter 20 Three thousand iron pagoda