According to the martial arts history book written by Baixiao Kuangsheng, the twelve panics are divided into the first panic: a "fire unicorn" beast lurking in Leshan, the second panic: the "Snow Drinking Knife" of the Beiyin Nie family, The third panic: the "Fire Lin Sword" of Nanlin Duan Family, the fourth panic: the "Puerless Sword", the treasure of Wushuang Town, the fifth panic: a "peerless sword" that is still being forged in Aojia Villa. , The Sixth Panic: The "Heroic Sword" forged by the Great Sword Master with all his life's efforts, The Seventh Panic: The Sect "Sword Sect" founded by the Great Sword Master, The Eighth Panic: The Authentic Martial Arts "Shaolin School", The Ninth Panic : The "Wu-Tang Sect" is as famous as Shaolin, the tenth panic: "Poison Shadow Evil Sect" beyond the wall, the eleventh panic: the fascinating "good and evil path", and the twelfth panic: "him"!
If the first to eleven panics are all based on reality and really exist in the world, then the "him" of the twelfth panic is illusory, like a dream...
"He" is mysterious and unpredictable, and what's even more surprising is that this "him" first appeared in Jianghu, thousands of years ago.
However, from Baixiao Kuangsheng's description, "he" should be over a thousand years old by now, but even though he is like a god and immortal, omnipotent "he" is not called panic by Baixiao Kuangsheng.
"The beautiful pink lady is flawless, and the beautiful beauty moves the heavens." Is the Thirteenth Panic a beautiful knife?
"I feel melancholy when I don't see Zi Qi, and Chang Si Boya feels sad." Is the fourteenth panic a sword without an owner?
"All living beings hold their heads high, and all the heroes in the world bow their heads." What kind of person should Fifteenth Panic be? What kind of person should he be, but he can't even compare to that "him"?
Could it be that he is more immortal than an immortal, and more divine than a god... All living beings hold their heads high, heroes bow their heads, and they are so panic-stricken!
Wuming was so frightened when he thought about this, his thoughts were confused, and his heart seemed to be sinking from top to bottom.
What about twelve panics, what fifteen panics, what a great catastrophe, if anyone in the world had told him, Wuming would never believe such absurd and false things, but this old man gave him a feeling of conviction. .
The old man is a strange man, an extraordinary man. Who is the old man?
"well……"
But after hearing a long sigh, the mysterious old man suddenly disappeared. Wuming suddenly realized that he suddenly connected this old man with that "him".
"The great calamity is coming, and it is difficult to survive it. Although it is destiny, it can be violated if ruthless comes to the world. Wei Yingxiong, remember, you are the one who is destined to suffer the calamity. The three major panics may be able to help you, or they may be the source of the calamity. It is hard to violate destiny, but it can also be violated. In the end, it is impossible to predict whether one will be doomed or whether one will defy destiny and change one's destiny."
The voice becomes fainter...
Wuming murmured: "Is the senior "him"? "
Whether this strange man is the "him" that Twelve was so frightened about, Wuming no longer knows the answer. The man has gone away, and the thick fog surrounding him has gradually dispersed. The wind has returned, the stars have shone brighter again, and the mountains and fields are still the same. .
"Master!"
Not far away, Jian Chen was calling.
Although they were only a few feet away from each other, before the fog cleared, Wuming and Jianchen seemed to be so far apart that they were not allowed to see each other. The old man's method was truly magical.
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The moon is as full as a mirror.
The toad light shines in from the window and falls on the gauze curtain in front of the bed. In the moonlight, the gauze curtain looks like clouds and mist, and there is a figure in the clouds and mist.
In the guest room of the inn, a person was sneaking in from the outside. The door was pushed open by him without making any sound. There was another person lying in the room.
The person who sneaked in was a woman, and the person lying on the bed was a man. The woman was wearing a red dress, revealing a pair of crystal-clear, slender jade legs, and bare, slender, flawless feet. She walked lightly to the bed and came to the man.
Huanwan leaned down and lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the face of the man lying on the bed...
He slept peacefully, as a person always sleeps peacefully, but Huanwan knew that he must have woken up, and even if he didn't wake up, he must know that she was in front of him.
Because his name is Yi Yi, a person who can make ghosts and gods compete with immortals!
Huanwan stretched out her jade hands and forearms from her sleeves. Under the shining stars and moon, there was no trace of anything.
He Flawless's hand shone with an extraordinary and moving brilliance, and he gently scratched his face with his prickly fingers...
With her eyes twitching slightly, a sweet and charming smile bloomed on Huan Huan's face, a breathtakingly beautiful face, like hundreds of flowers blooming at this moment.
"Snapped!"
A hand hit the back of her hand as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. There was no time to react. Huanwan's naughty hand was so frightened that she immediately retracted it, as if she had been bitten by a poisonous snake.
Ranran opened his eyes and sighed softly: "It's the time to sleep and rest in the dead of night. Can't Huanwan let me be quiet for a while?"
Wanwan supported her forehead with her hands and said with a full smile: "I know you know that they are coming, why should Ren Lang ignore them?"
Ranran closed his eyes again and said, "Don't make any noise! It's so late, it's time to go to bed!"
Huanwan looked at him with her beautiful eyes, then smiled and said, "You don't even take off your clothes when you sleep?"
Without opening his eyes, he said calmly: "I'm going to wear it anyway during the day, so why take it off at night?"
Huanhan giggled and said, "You are such a ghost, everything you say seems to make sense."
Anyan said quietly: "Don't laugh at this moment. You should lie down obediently now, talk to me about love, and then sleep with me in each other's arms. Of course, we can also do other things. We are very happy." thing."
Huanwan blushed, glanced at him charmingly, and said angrily: "Ren Lang asked me to lie down, but Huanwan didn't lie down. I want to hear people talk about love, but they won't tell you."
She said "I won't lie down", but her whole body was lying on Anyi's body, and then she turned over and lay next to Anyi's body; she said "I won't tell you", but her delicate body was already pressed against Yi Yi's body. Ru Lan breathed into his ear and said, "What love words do you want to hear from Huan'er?"
Smelling her charming orchid-like body fragrance, and wanting to hear any love words at any time, I lay down on my right side and raised half of my body.
He looked down at her shocking and seductive curves lying on the couch, and then fell on her pure white bare feet. He gently scratched the soles of his feet with his toes, and finally his eyes fell on her delicate and unparalleled beauty. on the face...
Huanwan's eyes flickered and she also looked over.
When their eyes met, this was the most emotional moment between a man and a woman. Suddenly she closed her beautiful eyes and said coquettishly, "I'm very tired and want to sleep!"
Randomly stunned.
Wanwan's upper eyelashes were slightly opened, her beautiful eyes closed and opened, and her left eye secretly opened to peek at his face, and she made a "Puch" sound.
And any hand has reached out to her flat belly...
Huanwan opened the hand that wanted to cause trouble with a forceful palm, and then tapped her hands downwards. Her delicate body bounced up and floated away from the bed, falling to the side of the bed. When she turned around at will, she floated back again. After retreating, the door opened wide and suddenly disappeared outside the door.
The voice came back from afar, blowing into any ear like catkins in the soft breeze. He smiled sweetly like a silver bell and said, "Ren Lang is tired, so I won't disturb your rest. I'll wake you up again tomorrow morning."
