The Life of Emperor Wu After His Seclusion

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Long Aotian looked gentle in front of Ning Wujing, Ning Wujing lowered her head like a little wife, Lingge could see a trace of redness on Ning Wujing's face.

Sure enough, these two people have any secrets that can't be told.

Ning Wuhen saw it in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth also evoked a faint smile. These two people seemed to him to be such a good match. For Long Aotian, such a Tianjiao, it is a good choice for his daughter to like him, and he is also actively helping. It’s not a bad thing to combine with a future (strong qiang) person. It’s important that his daughter likes it.

"I don't know what is the important thing about your Xuan Qizong's visit this time?" Lin Wanjun stood up and said lightly.

"Of course, my Xuan Qizong is here to see the six-star talent of the peerless Tianjiao, and I also want to compete with Guizong. Speaking of which, we have not tried the two for a long time?" Ning Wujing (身sh　n) ) After a middle-aged man came out, he is the current lord of Xuan Qizong, Ning Wujun, the adopted son of Ning Wuhen, and his strength is also the Emperor Realm Martial Emperor.

"I knew Ning Wuhen, the old fellow, didn't have any good thoughts." Lin Beimu thought in his heart, and the look in Ning Wuhen's eyes became worse.

Ning Wuhen's eyes widened, and Lin Beimu directly stared at each other, as if there were several flashes of fighting lightning in the air.

Everyone who looked at it was a black line.

"Then next, the friendship contest between Xuanqizong and Taimingzong will begin now!"

Lin Wanjun ignored the two old guys, coughed, and his majestic voice spread throughout the martial arts field.

Both sides walked to each side of the ring, and Ning Wuhen sat on the main seat opposite Lin Beimu, but the two old guys were still staring at each other.

"Father, don't stare. You have to stare after you finish the fight. If you spread it like this, people will laugh out loud!" Ning Wujun leaned (body sh　n) to Ning Wuhen's ear and whispered. .

"Huh!" Ning Wuhen snorted coldly, and then withdrew his gaze, staring at the ring with an unhappy expression on his face.

Lin Beimu also retracted his perspective, but he felt that he had won. Ning Wuhen, the old fox, retracted his gaze by himself. In other words, he didn't dare to look at him. Thinking of this, Lin Beimu's mouth couldn't help but arouse. Hehe with a smile.

Back to the ring here.

Elder Min acted as a referee and stood in the middle of the ring.

"I wonder who is willing to be on stage?" Elder Min asked lightly.

"Xuanqizong Qiuluo!" A voice sounded, and only a few afterimages were seen. A young man was already standing on the ring, his face (color) indifferent, his hands wrapped around him, a (body sh　n) black shirt and black hair. , But the appearance is ordinary, (身sh　n) is carrying two daggers on his back, and the strange scarlet eyes give people a breathtaking feeling.

"Qiu Luo of Xuan Qizong, (body sh　n) has a weird method, and his martial skills are even more deadly, and his strength is at the pinnacle of the pulse washing stage." Bai Suling stared at Qiulao for a moment, and muttered.

"Senior Sister, are you going to go up?" Lingge asked from the side.

"Yes, I deal with him with a 50% certainty that I can win." Bai Suling nodded.

"Sister Bai, then you be careful." After staring for a while, she whispered.

"Sister Bai, come on~" Mu Yueqing smiled.

"I will, don't worry." Bai Suling smiled faintly.

"I'm not at ease." Lingge curled his lips and muttered.

"..."

Immediately, Bai Suling stepped on her feet, (body sh　n) shaped like a fairy in the dust, erratic and erratic, and she came to the ring in a flash, her face (color) indifferent, (red hong) lips lightly said.

"Tai Mingzong Bai Suling!"

A white (color) long sword with fire patterns appeared in Bai Suling's hand, named Changyang Baihong Sword. It was a medium-grade military soldier with a sharp edge (shown) and a red (color) hot (hot r　) spiritual power. The sword (body sh　n) overflows.

He took a beautiful sword flower in his hand and made a request.

"So, now the game begins!" Elder Min looked at both sides, (身sh　n) retreated and came outside the ring, shouting.

"Heh." Qiu Luo sneered, the two blades came out of his body, and a black (color) edge appeared in the air. The next second, (body sh　n) looked like a ghost and turned into a black (color) afterimage, just Within a few seconds, he had appeared in front of Bai Suling (body sh　n), and the double dagger had already pierced towards Bai Suling's white neck.

Bai Suling's face (color) remained unchanged, and his speed was extremely fast. A flash (body sh　n) had already escaped a fatal blow, and the Changyang Baihong Sword in his hand carried the Chi (热r　) spiritual power directly towards the autumn. Luo's double dagger picked it up.

"Tai Mingzong Bai Suling? Not bad!" Qiu Luo sneered. (身sh　n) again looked like a ghost, appearing directly behind Bai Suling (身sh　n), with double daggers and barbs.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Suling said with a cold snort.

A sword cut out, and a blazing sword light swept away directly, causing Qiulao's face (color) to change slightly, and he was forced to escape again.

"I, Cao, this person has all kinds of killers. Senior Sister Bai is dangerous!" Lingge was shocked, but he couldn't make a move. Once he sold too hard, he might blow up the martial arts arena. Emperor Wu was very angry. horrifying.

"If Senior Sister Bai is injured, see if I won't run to your Xuanqizong next time to demolish you Xuanqizong!" Lingge whispered.

As for Long Aotian, they watched the two fighting on the ring with great interest. For Bai Suling, this woman who was not tempted by him, on the contrary, made him tempted, exquisite appearance, extremely hot ( Body sh　n) material, an extremely (strong qiang) possession (desire to yu) surged up.

"Sect Master Ning, the guys in your sect always like to play dead in the game, are they deadly!?" Ji Mingxue's face (color) (yin) was cold and cold.

"No, no, Qiu Luo will naturally stop when the time comes. If you are not careful, please forgive me. Is it normal for an accidental injury in the game?" Ning Wuhen (touching Mo) (touching Mo) ) Beard, squinted and smiled.

"This Ning Wuhen really is an old ((feijian)ji　n) cunning, tm." Lin Beimu was furious in his heart, gritted his teeth, and the veins on his head burst out.

Chi (热r　)'s sword light directly slashed down on the ring, a long sword mark appeared on the ground, and the remaining (热r　) gas blew up.

"Mid-rank military soldier?" Qiu Luo squinted, a dignified flash of scarlet eyes.

The two are of equal strength, and it is difficult to deal with the opponent's mid-range military.

"Just bring her ((逼bi)bi) here." Suddenly a sound transmission reached Qiu Luo's ears, and when he turned his head, he saw Long Aotian looking at him with a light smile.

He was taken aback for a moment, but then he thought about it, and a sneer evoked.

"Eight directions impermanence!" Qiu Luo yelled coldly, (body sh　n) transformed into eight afterimages, with black (color) blades on the double-blade cloth, the eight afterimages were like living people with terrible ( To kill sha) means directly from all directions (to kill sha) to Bai Suling.

Long Aotian raised a smile in the audience. At the beginning, he got a chance and a heritage. One of them was a martial art that could transmit sound at a low level. He originally thought it was very tasteless, but now it is used.

He is now waiting for Qiuluo, Bai Suling ((逼bi)bi) to come over, and then come to save the beauty by himself, quack quack, the beauty is in his arms, isn't it beautiful~

Long Aotian's death is about to begin.

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