Chapter 2309
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Wang Si Mo is so murderous that he stares at Lu Mingyuan and slowly adds, "as a great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect, I solemnly warn you."
The bloody gate, which is close to the core area of the snow night city, is a clan gate. Its strength is far away. Any force in this area can be compared.
At this moment, Wang Temple Mo moved out of the blood clothes door identity, the purpose is only one, frighten in front of this group of people who try to stop his pace.
He didn't believe it. In this place, there were still people who dared to offend the bloody door.
The wind is freezing and the cold is attacking.
Wang Si Mo stares at the front coldly.
Waiting for each other's choice.
In the second iron shop, many people look pale when they hear the three words of the blood clothes gate. Even the most ordinary workers have heard the name of the bloody gate.
However, Lu Mingyuan was still calm. He waved his hand gently and said in a low voice, "if you go out of the iron shop, you have to deal with Jiang Xingchen. It has nothing to do with me. But now, Jiang Xingchen is in the iron shop. You want to take him away, I'm afraid No way. "
The last two words, like a thunderbolt, fell, shaking the four sides.
Wang Si Mo's look suddenly gloomy down, staring at Lu Mingyuan.
"Elder brother, needless to say, it must be the sinner Jiang Xingchen and Wang Sicong, who are all in it." Wang Temple Cloud cold voice to open his mouth, but he did not dare to rush, Lu Mingyuan's strength, so that he fear incomparable.
However, Wang Siyun believes that it is difficult for elder brother.
Since he was a child, the elder brother has shown the first-class cultivation talent of Superman. Now he has the blood clothes door as the backing, and the small iron shop is just looking for his own death.
"Go on Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand.
The royal guard stepped forward.
A big war is imminent.
Lu Mingyuan's expression is indifferent, "Wang family three turn four door provocation, really when I second beat iron shop good bully?"
The guards behind Lu Mingyuan rushed up and drew their swords one after another. In an instant, the light of the sword bloomed, and the two sides fought again.
Wang Siyun is familiar with this scene, but the previous time, he failed, and the hatred accumulated in his eyes was intended to break out at this moment. Wang Siyun directly broke into the battle circle to deal with the guards of the second iron shop.
Blood wash Iron Shop!
Wang Temple ink face ruthless, negative hand and stand, just at the outbreak of the war, Wang Temple ink has been in a unique way, sent to the blood clothes door.
Today, he has to step over the second iron shop to safeguard the dignity of the Wang family.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
Blood spatter.
The sound of fighting was heard in all directions.
"Hum!" Wang Temple ink cold hum, step on, at the same time, the sword in hand is scabbard.
He crossed a gorgeous rainbow and chopped at one of the guards of the iron shop.
Seeing this, Lu Mingyuan's eyes flashed by, just about to stop
A rainbow is faster.
As if the lightning flashed by, in a twinkling of an eye, he touched the sword of Wang Si mo.
Keng!
A crisp crash.
Wang Temple ink felt a strong wave of energy, just like the tide.
His face changed slightly, and Wang Temple ink retreated, calming his mind and looking, it was a flying knife, inserted on the ground.
The handle of the flying knife was still shaking slightly.
"Who is it?" Wang Temple ink pupil suddenly between a contraction, looked up to see the second iron shop, the direction of the flying knife, it is from this iron shop fly out, "hiding the people."
Whew! Whew! Whew!
At this time, three more throwing knives broke through the air to attack. They were in different positions, and even seemed to be in a hurry. They formed an attack momentum and flew to Wang Temple mo.
Wang Si Mo retreated a few steps in succession, plundered his body fiercely, and at the same time, he chopped his sword fiercely.
Keng! Keng!
Two of them fell to the ground, while the third flew over the face of Wang Si mo.
Wang Temple ink felt a burst of hot cheek, the heart suddenly shocked, almost left a flying knife scar on his face.
What a terrible Throwing Knife!
He saw the flying knife flying, but he couldn't avoid it. It seemed that he was locked directly.
The trajectory of the throwing knife will change with his pace.
Will change the weird Throwing Knife.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
Not waiting for the king temple ink to have any adjustment opportunity, but also has the throwing knife to fly out from inside.
This time, five throwing knives, into a little inch awn, hit Wang Temple ink.
"Damn it." Wang Temple Mo was shocked, and his figure quickly retreated. With a dull hum, he had already had a flying knife * on his left shoulder. Almost at the same time, Wang Temple Mo quickly pulled a royal guard to block the rest of the flying knives in the form of meat shield.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two sides who were originally in a fierce battle stopped one after another, especially the guards of the Wang family retreated one by one, staring at the door of the second iron making shop. They could not see any human figures, but the flying dagger with a handle made them feel palpitating.The eldest young master is the strongest person in the Wang family, but he can't escape the attack of the throwing knife.
"Big brother, I'm afraid there are experts in the second iron shop." Wang Siyun retreated to the side of Wang Temple Mo, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes showed fear. The power of the sudden flying knife was really terrible.
"No wonder they're not afraid." Wang Si Mo lightly covered his left shoulder and looked up coldly, "they will pay the price for what they have done today." Wang Temple Mo retreated, "listen, from this moment on, I don't care if you are a civilian or a warrior. The people who stay in the iron shop before dark are the enemies of my blood clothes sect."
Said, Wang Temple Mo turns to mount a horse, "let's go."
Unknown enemies are the most terrible.
Wang Si Mo did not know who made the throwing knife from. He knew that he was not the opponent of the other side. Naturally, he did not dare to stay too much.
As soon as the strong man of the blood clothes door arrives, he will step down the second iron shop.
In front of the second iron shop, many people also looked at it suspiciously.
They also don't know who made these throwing knives.
Thinking deeply, Lu Mingyuan stepped over and picked up a flying knife on the ground. He took a look at the patterns on the flying knife. His pupils shrank slightly, and then he stepped in.
Standing at the door, Lu Mingyuan turned back, "gentlemen, I'm afraid the iron shop will not be peaceful these two days. However, I can guarantee that if you stay here, we will absolutely protect your integrity. Of course, you can also choose to leave temporarily. After all, you are just ordinary people and should not be involved in the struggle of practitioners."
The crowd looked at each other.
Lu Mingyuan did not go to wait for their choice and continued to go inside.
Straight to Luo Feng's forging room.
"Teacher." Seeing that Mr. Gong was there, Lu Mingyuan quickly bowed down.
Mr. Gong also held a flying knife in his hand. He laughed, "Mingyuan, what do you think of the quality of the flying knife pattern soldiers forged by the stars?"
Lu Mingyuan pondered for a while, and looked at Luo Feng. "I'm at your age, not to mention carving patterns. I can't even read them. This flying knife is really beyond my expectation. As for the talent of tattoo, I feel inferior to myself. "
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Wang Si Mo is so murderous that he stares at Lu Mingyuan and slowly adds, "as a great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect, I solemnly warn you."
The bloody gate, which is close to the core area of the snow night city, is a clan gate. Its strength is far away. Any force in this area can be compared.
At this moment, Wang Temple Mo moved out of the blood clothes door identity, the purpose is only one, frighten in front of this group of people who try to stop his pace.
He didn't believe it. In this place, there were still people who dared to offend the bloody door.
The wind is freezing and the cold is attacking.
Wang Si Mo stares at the front coldly.
Waiting for each other's choice.
In the second iron shop, many people look pale when they hear the three words of the blood clothes gate. Even the most ordinary workers have heard the name of the bloody gate.
However, Lu Mingyuan was still calm. He waved his hand gently and said in a low voice, "if you go out of the iron shop, you have to deal with Jiang Xingchen. It has nothing to do with me. But now, Jiang Xingchen is in the iron shop. You want to take him away, I'm afraid No way. "
The last two words, like a thunderbolt, fell, shaking the four sides.
Wang Si Mo's look suddenly gloomy down, staring at Lu Mingyuan.
"Elder brother, needless to say, it must be the sinner Jiang Xingchen and Wang Sicong, who are all in it." Wang Temple Cloud cold voice to open his mouth, but he did not dare to rush, Lu Mingyuan's strength, so that he fear incomparable.
However, Wang Siyun believes that it is difficult for elder brother.
Since he was a child, the elder brother has shown the first-class cultivation talent of Superman. Now he has the blood clothes door as the backing, and the small iron shop is just looking for his own death.
"Go on Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand.
The royal guard stepped forward.
A big war is imminent.
Lu Mingyuan's expression is indifferent, "Wang family three turn four door provocation, really when I second beat iron shop good bully?"
The guards behind Lu Mingyuan rushed up and drew their swords one after another. In an instant, the light of the sword bloomed, and the two sides fought again.
Wang Siyun is familiar with this scene, but the previous time, he failed, and the hatred accumulated in his eyes was intended to break out at this moment. Wang Siyun directly broke into the battle circle to deal with the guards of the second iron shop.
Blood wash Iron Shop!
Wang Temple ink face ruthless, negative hand and stand, just at the outbreak of the war, Wang Temple ink has been in a unique way, sent to the blood clothes door.
Today, he has to step over the second iron shop to safeguard the dignity of the Wang family.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
Blood spatter.
The sound of fighting was heard in all directions.
"Hum!" Wang Temple ink cold hum, step on, at the same time, the sword in hand is scabbard.
He crossed a gorgeous rainbow and chopped at one of the guards of the iron shop.
Seeing this, Lu Mingyuan's eyes flashed by, just about to stop
A rainbow is faster.
As if the lightning flashed by, in a twinkling of an eye, he touched the sword of Wang Si mo.
Keng!
A crisp crash.
Wang Temple ink felt a strong wave of energy, just like the tide.
His face changed slightly, and Wang Temple ink retreated, calming his mind and looking, it was a flying knife, inserted on the ground.
The handle of the flying knife was still shaking slightly.
"Who is it?" Wang Temple ink pupil suddenly between a contraction, looked up to see the second iron shop, the direction of the flying knife, it is from this iron shop fly out, "hiding the people."
Whew! Whew! Whew!
At this time, three more throwing knives broke through the air to attack. They were in different positions, and even seemed to be in a hurry. They formed an attack momentum and flew to Wang Temple mo.
Wang Si Mo retreated a few steps in succession, plundered his body fiercely, and at the same time, he chopped his sword fiercely.
Keng! Keng!
Two of them fell to the ground, while the third flew over the face of Wang Si mo.
Wang Temple ink felt a burst of hot cheek, the heart suddenly shocked, almost left a flying knife scar on his face.
What a terrible Throwing Knife!
He saw the flying knife flying, but he couldn't avoid it. It seemed that he was locked directly.
The trajectory of the throwing knife will change with his pace.
Will change the weird Throwing Knife.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
Not waiting for the king temple ink to have any adjustment opportunity, but also has the throwing knife to fly out from inside.
This time, five throwing knives, into a little inch awn, hit Wang Temple ink.
"Damn it." Wang Temple Mo was shocked, and his figure quickly retreated. With a dull hum, he had already had a flying knife * on his left shoulder. Almost at the same time, Wang Temple Mo quickly pulled a royal guard to block the rest of the flying knives in the form of meat shield.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two sides who were originally in a fierce battle stopped one after another, especially the guards of the Wang family retreated one by one, staring at the door of the second iron making shop. They could not see any human figures, but the flying dagger with a handle made them feel palpitating.The eldest young master is the strongest person in the Wang family, but he can't escape the attack of the throwing knife.
"Big brother, I'm afraid there are experts in the second iron shop." Wang Siyun retreated to the side of Wang Temple Mo, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes showed fear. The power of the sudden flying knife was really terrible.
"No wonder they're not afraid." Wang Si Mo lightly covered his left shoulder and looked up coldly, "they will pay the price for what they have done today." Wang Temple Mo retreated, "listen, from this moment on, I don't care if you are a civilian or a warrior. The people who stay in the iron shop before dark are the enemies of my blood clothes sect."
Said, Wang Temple Mo turns to mount a horse, "let's go."
Unknown enemies are the most terrible.
Wang Si Mo did not know who made the throwing knife from. He knew that he was not the opponent of the other side. Naturally, he did not dare to stay too much.
As soon as the strong man of the blood clothes door arrives, he will step down the second iron shop.
In front of the second iron shop, many people also looked at it suspiciously.
They also don't know who made these throwing knives.
Thinking deeply, Lu Mingyuan stepped over and picked up a flying knife on the ground. He took a look at the patterns on the flying knife. His pupils shrank slightly, and then he stepped in.
Standing at the door, Lu Mingyuan turned back, "gentlemen, I'm afraid the iron shop will not be peaceful these two days. However, I can guarantee that if you stay here, we will absolutely protect your integrity. Of course, you can also choose to leave temporarily. After all, you are just ordinary people and should not be involved in the struggle of practitioners."
The crowd looked at each other.
Lu Mingyuan did not go to wait for their choice and continued to go inside.
Straight to Luo Feng's forging room.
"Teacher." Seeing that Mr. Gong was there, Lu Mingyuan quickly bowed down.
Mr. Gong also held a flying knife in his hand. He laughed, "Mingyuan, what do you think of the quality of the flying knife pattern soldiers forged by the stars?"
Lu Mingyuan pondered for a while, and looked at Luo Feng. "I'm at your age, not to mention carving patterns. I can't even read them. This flying knife is really beyond my expectation. As for the talent of tattoo, I feel inferior to myself. "
Wang Si Mo is so murderous that he stares at Lu Mingyuan and slowly adds, "as a great Dharma protector of the blood clothes sect, I solemnly warn you." The bloody gate, which is close to the core area of the snow night city, is a clan gate. Its strength is far away. Any force in this area can be compared. At this moment, Wang Temple Mo moved out of the blood clothes door identity, the purpose is only one, frighten in front of this group of people who try to stop his pace. He didn't believe it. In this place, there were still people who dared to offend the bloody door. The wind is freezing and the cold is attacking. Wang Si Mo stares at the front coldly. Waiting for each other's choice. In the second iron shop, many people look pale when they hear the three words of the blood clothes gate. Even the most ordinary workers have heard the name of the bloody gate. However, Lu Mingyuan was still calm. He waved his hand gently and said in a low voice, "if you go out of the iron shop, you have to deal with Jiang Xingchen. It has nothing to do with me. But now, Jiang Xingchen is in the iron shop. You want to take him away, I'm afraid No way. " The last two words, like a thunderbolt, fell, shaking the four sides. Wang Si Mo's look suddenly gloomy down, staring at Lu Mingyuan. "Elder brother, needless to say, it must be the sinner Jiang Xingchen and Wang Sicong, who are all in it." Wang Temple Cloud cold voice to open his mouth, but he did not dare to rush, Lu Mingyuan's strength, so that he fear incomparable. However, Wang Siyun believes that it is difficult for elder brother. Since he was a child, the elder brother has shown the first-class cultivation talent of Superman. Now he has the blood clothes door as the backing, and the small iron shop is just looking for his own death. "Go on Wang Si Mo suddenly waved his hand. The royal guard stepped forward. A big war is imminent. Lu Mingyuan's expression is indifferent, "Wang family three turn four door provocation, really when I second beat iron shop good bully?" The guards behind Lu Mingyuan rushed up and drew their swords one after another. In an instant, the light of the sword bloomed, and the two sides fought again. Wang Siyun is familiar with this scene, but the previous time, he failed, and the hatred accumulated in his eyes was intended to break out at this moment. Wang Siyun directly broke into the battle circle to deal with the guards of the second iron shop. Blood wash Iron Shop! Wang Temple ink face ruthless, negative hand and stand, just at the outbreak of the war, Wang Temple ink has been in a unique way, sent to the blood clothes door. Today, he has to step over the second iron shop to safeguard the dignity of the Wang family. Whew! Whew! Whew! Blood spatter. The sound of fighting was heard in all directions. "Hum!" Wang Temple ink cold hum, step on, at the same time, the sword in hand is scabbard. He crossed a gorgeous rainbow and chopped at one of the guards of the iron shop. Seeing this, Lu Mingyuan's eyes flashed by, just about to stop A rainbow is faster. As if the lightning flashed by, in a twinkling of an eye, he touched the sword of Wang Si mo. Keng! A crisp crash. Wang Temple ink felt a strong wave of energy, just like the tide. His face changed slightly, and Wang Temple ink retreated, calming his mind and looking, it was a flying knife, inserted on the ground. The handle of the flying knife was still shaking slightly. "Who is it?" Wang Temple ink pupil suddenly between a contraction, looked up to see the second iron shop, the direction of the flying knife, it is from this iron shop fly out, "hiding the people." Whew! Whew! Whew! At this time, three more throwing knives broke through the air to attack. They were in different positions, and even seemed to be in a hurry. They formed an attack momentum and flew to Wang Temple mo. Wang Si Mo retreated a few steps in succession, plundered his body fiercely, and at the same time, he chopped his sword fiercely. Keng! Keng! Two of them fell to the ground, while the third flew over the face of Wang Si mo. Wang Temple ink felt a burst of hot cheek, the heart suddenly shocked, almost left a flying knife scar on his face. What a terrible Throwing Knife! He saw the flying knife flying, but he couldn't avoid it. It seemed that he was locked directly. The trajectory of the throwing knife will change with his pace. Will change the weird Throwing Knife. Whew! Whew! Whew! Not waiting for the king temple ink to have any adjustment opportunity, but also has the throwing knife to fly out from inside. This time, five throwing knives, into a little inch awn, hit Wang Temple ink. "Damn it." Wang Temple Mo was shocked, and his figure quickly retreated. With a dull hum, he had already had a flying knife * on his left shoulder. Almost at the same time, Wang Temple Mo quickly pulled a royal guard to block the rest of the flying knives in the form of meat shield. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The two sides who were originally in a fierce battle stopped one after another, especially the guards of the Wang family retreated one by one, staring at the door of the second iron making shop. They could not see any human figures, but the flying dagger with a handle made them feel palpitating.The eldest young master is the strongest person in the Wang family, but he can't escape the attack of the throwing knife. "Big brother, I'm afraid there are experts in the second iron shop." Wang Siyun retreated to the side of Wang Temple Mo, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes showed fear. The power of the sudden flying knife was really terrible. "No wonder they're not afraid." Wang Si Mo lightly covered his left shoulder and looked up coldly, "they will pay the price for what they have done today." Wang Temple Mo retreated, "listen, from this moment on, I don't care if you are a civilian or a warrior. The people who stay in the iron shop before dark are the enemies of my blood clothes sect." Said, Wang Temple Mo turns to mount a horse, "let's go." Unknown enemies are the most terrible. Wang Si Mo did not know who made the throwing knife from. He knew that he was not the opponent of the other side. Naturally, he did not dare to stay too much. As soon as the strong man of the blood clothes door arrives, he will step down the second iron shop. In front of the second iron shop, many people also looked at it suspiciously. They also don't know who made these throwing knives. Thinking deeply, Lu Mingyuan stepped over and picked up a flying knife on the ground. He took a look at the patterns on the flying knife. His pupils shrank slightly, and then he stepped in. Standing at the door, Lu Mingyuan turned back, "gentlemen, I'm afraid the iron shop will not be peaceful these two days. However, I can guarantee that if you stay here, we will absolutely protect your integrity. Of course, you can also choose to leave temporarily. After all, you are just ordinary people and should not be involved in the struggle of practitioners." The crowd looked at each other. Lu Mingyuan did not go to wait for their choice and continued to go inside. Straight to Luo Feng's forging room. "Teacher." Seeing that Mr. Gong was there, Lu Mingyuan quickly bowed down. Mr. Gong also held a flying knife in his hand. He laughed, "Mingyuan, what do you think of the quality of the flying knife pattern soldiers forged by the stars?" Lu Mingyuan pondered for a while, and looked at Luo Feng. "I'm at your age, not to mention carving patterns. I can't even read them. This flying knife is really beyond my expectation. As for the talent of tattoo, I feel inferior to myself. "
