Ann red bean instantly looked trance. This familiar smile reminded her of the past. She seemed to see the white ice from Luo Changfeng’s face.

Luo Changfeng left arm holding Ann red bean slender waist.
His right hand leaned out towards the void.
His voice is not loud, even though he hasn’t hoarse for many years, he is more excited.
"Sunny"
"penetrating clouds"
"river diversion monument"
"golden cicada"
"Jade Tiger"
"warbler crow"
"One inch ash"
"put on clothes"
"extinguish the candle"
"altogether at this time"
"setting sun"
"Walking through the snow"
"The swords are angelica!"
He called the sword.
He called twelve swords in succession.
Luo Changfeng’s daily timbre is very different, and the sound swings in the world.
On whether to sink into the bottom of Dujiangyan River or insert into the wall of three thousands of feet swords, or to be shocked hundreds of feet away, Shan Ye Forest interrupted swords, totaling 12 handles and 12 broken arrow handles, which came from all directions.
Twelve handle broken arrow rumby’s sharp gesture pierced the huge handprint that was oppressed in the sky, and then broken arrow spliced it one piece after another.
Luo Changfeng holds a twelve-handle broken arrow, which is spliced into an unknown sword. With the tiptoe tapping, the wall of thousands of feet sword leaps like the rising sun in the morning.
Luo Changfeng raised his sword over the top, and the sword awn soared three thousand feet!
He stared at the top of the sword wall with strange eyes and said again, "Can the Happy Buddha remember who I am?"
The palm print was shattered, and the heart was a little surprised. The Buddha seemed to realize, "Is it you?"
Luo Changfeng sneered, "Did you ever think that there would be today when you killed me?"
Happy bodhisattva majesty "a wisp of residual soul! Do you still want to take revenge on this scrap of copper and iron? "
"Why not?"
"It’s fantastic!"
Luo Changfeng didn’t argue, "Dare to take my sword after my death?"