His eyes flashed a soft light and he gritted his teeth solemnly and recited "No … no! You … Give me a job … "
After saying his word, he was killed in the arms of Mu Yan.
"no ~! ！”
Behind the Accord Gallery, a female wailed, "Father …!"
Mu yanxie’s heart is trembling with him!
"Iraqis!"
Chapter 59 Fallen autumn waters Mahayana River Gong
"Iraqis!"
After hearing the autumn water behind her, the Iraqi people screamed and the heart trembled with the evil wood!
At the moment, the Iraqis in autumn water have sadly tackled their father, Qiu Shuihuang, sobbing "No … No … Father, wake up …"
She looked at the black knife that punctured her father’s abdomen and was stained with dazzling crimson, and looked at the self-effacing wooden Yan evil resentfully. "… what? What is it …? "
Mu Yan evil looking at what has become a tearful autumn waters Iraqis with sad heart.
He staggered up and conveniently picked up the master Qiu Shui sword and looked at the mountain. The monks were indecisive and sad. They laughed and were isolated in the snow. On a cold night, they raised their swords in their hands and shouted to the sky, "Killing the master inverse acts Mu Yan for killing the mountain and sea thieves … Qiu Shui is bright today ~ Kill yourself and thank God!"
Poof ~
The sword seals the throat and spills blood!
"Big Brother …!" Shan Qiushui’s brother is heartbroken.
"No …!" Qiushui Iraqis tore their hearts out and threw themselves at them.
She hugged the fallen wood, Yan Xie reached out and panicked, pressing her neck like a spring, shaking her head and crying. "You … What did you promise the Iraqis …?"
At this moment, although Mu Yan’s evil oil lamp has dried up, he has never had a relieved smile.
He looked at the pear flower with rain in front of him, and the Iraqis held out their trembling hands as if they wanted to touch each other’s cheeks and murmured, "This life … is not responsible for Qingyun, but it is negative … Qing is also responsible for the teacher’s kindness in this life and the afterlife … Yan will meet you again …"
The voice did not fall, and the blood fell halfway.
Colchicine Iraqis froze on the spot as if for a moment was taken away the soul.
A generation of Qingyun leader, Kendo, Tianzong Muyan, died halfway.
Qiushui Iraqis are sad and hug in their arms. Mu Yan’s heart is broken and she sits alone on the cliff top on a snowy night, leaving her desolate.
A moment of heavy snow seemed to have covered her with white linen and mourning silk, and she sat there muttering to herself …
"The world … it’s hard to have a few vicissitudes of life, and my face is full of sorrow. I once cherished you and thought about you every moment, but I didn’t want to go home … The result was so bleak?"
After reading it, she slowly reached for the bloody colchicine sword and crossed her neck with a sad smile.
At this time, Luo Yu has climbed the cliff mountain to see that the Iraqis want to commit suicide!
He quickly opened his eyes and reached for resistance. "No …!"
But it’s obviously too late.
……
And when Luo Yu and others fall in love and Iraqis are about to die.
Bang ~
The sword in his hand was smashed in front of everyone and there was no fluctuation!
Then an old man’s vicissitudes of life sounded from the cliff mountain road.
"Hey ~ What a silly girl!"
Smell this is full of vicissitudes of life, the old man, Qiu Shuiyi, actually looked at the mountain road with a shock and disbelief, and everyone looked askance.
But I saw a bald old man with curly white hair holding a roll of silver-edged bamboo in front of everyone.
Obviously, the sword in the hands of Qiu Shui Iraqis is the mysterious old man. It can be seen that this person is unfathomable!
His complexion is ruddy, his beard is white, and he looks very thin. His nose is tall, his eyes are deep, his eyebrows are sunken, but his eyes are protruding. Qiu Shuihuang is somewhat similar, but the difference is that his waist is straight as a sword. He is wearing a gray old cloth gown and his feet are black. His appearance and clothes are quite ordinary, just like an old gentleman who is down and out.
Wei Dingyan, wary and courteous, asked, "Dare to ask the elder … who is sacred?"