"Seven hundred and one people have one more person, but fortunately, my jokes are just enough."
He raised his wine lamp and motioned to the monks.
Monks hurriedly also took the wine lamp.
Gu Qingshan gulped it down.
At the same time, 700 swords flashed.
The secret sword returns to Yan!
This is assassination fencing, which is not only as fast as flint, but also attacks from front and back at the same time, which makes people hard to prevent.
The whole courtyard was destroyed by monks.
Only the old man was left in place.
Gu Qingshan put a wine lamp at him.
This time, the old man didn’t have the hermetic body and Gu Qingshan’s realm to repair the soaring old man’s root method to resist this time.
After disappearing for a moment, the old man reappeared.
His body fell straight to the ground.
Seven hundred and eleven people were killed.
Gu Qingshan did not move.
Flying swords fly back one after another, forming two suspended giant wings behind him and gradually hiding in the virtual space.
Gu Qingshan just looked down at the bodies everywhere and murmured, "So that you can tell a complete joke."
After saying this, he flew in the direction of Juvenile Luo.
Chapter one hundred and thirty Don’t see the hills.
Green mountains are suspended in the water.
Far away, a streamer flew from a distance and hung alone outside the mountain peak.
Gu Qingshan shows his figure.
He looked at the peak and quietly felt the power of the peak.
A flower, a grass, a leaf and a stone.
At this time, it seems to be autumn from heaven.
Autumn is dyed all over the mountain, and the trees and leaves are dancing in the wind, and the scenery is charming.
Every part of the whole mountain is not filled with an inexplicable power.
Gu Qingshan, a monk in the wheel, can feel this force, but he knows what it is.
He grabbed a flying leaf at hand.
The yellow leaves are fading away.