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11-year-old teacher gave me a sword heaven and earth. I like the sword born, live for the sword in the sword I am in showing an amazing talent. Master of my excellent powers of his purse phase award. Within a few years of my martial arts leaps and bounds, doing one's best chefs really pass.
16 years old, the first time, heaven and earth sword gently pulled out of mad bloodthirsty wolf throat. I started to shake off the last drop of blood found the sword, watching the blood fall into the earth, and of opening, infiltration into a magnificent red flowers, I smiled.
"Cherry, you grow up." Crisp night, the master's face determination. A little bit of warmth in my heart filled with open years, I look to the sky and saw the mother kind gentle smile.
"Lotus Pond the water has been polluted, while the culprits are still rampant and arrogant." Master said, "they live in the south east and eastern plains have already been taken south of the bridge near a group of ghost warriors and armored face guard." Chef eyes are staring at me, turned and to go, her had always been a person very shortly.
I know, my sword heaven and earth will son be ripped through their throat, could not help but blood boil. I do not care abou the cheap SOF gold.
On a dark blue sky, no month, only a little starlight, cold air was filled with yellow earth soil taste, wrapped in Monster's stenche smell greeted. I catch a glimpse of the shadow on the ground that they diffuse into a single pieve dark. My palm has been a slight leakage of sweat, I grip the sword in the hands of heaven and earth, suddenly leaps, stabbing their throat. I stepped to the side, surprised to find that some lying on the ground of the armored guard, chest embedded a number of plum standard, silver moonlight, shining crystal light. I look back and saw a pair of blue pupil, as seven years ago, the cold. On the ground suffered with mercury like pure light, she stood starlight fragile, avatars spotlessly clean, just like in Heaven.
East, south of the bridge suddenly whipped up a gust of wind, cold and biting. Resurrection of the armored guards and the Ghost Warrior shaky to stand up around us, assembly of the overwhelming armored guards and Ghost warrior. I have a motionless watching her heart, a clarity. Faint distant mother's voice, "wing, your mind may have wanted to protect?"
I looked at her water clear eyes and gently asked, "are you afraid?" She shook her head, calmly, my heart because of her warm up. Devil their offensive began, an instant, the perfect storm, cloud of dust rolling, blue sword, silver knives, fireworks like the gorgeous light and shadow of the Ghost warrior armored guards and released the middle of a perfect feast, dust flying in the passing of overbearing, there is choking people murky.
