I have a passive skill.

"Where is the house dirty?"

"After the murder just now, some of them have bathed. It's fine if my brother isn't with me. I don't mind it."

"You old man, don't wash it, but say that the house is dirty?"

Even when he was angry, his eyes were like autumn water, with tears in his eyes.

No matter how high the pitch was, the volume was not loud at all. Instead, it seemed as if he was being bullied, and he was about to pour it on the masked man.

"Brother, the old woodcutter bullies others..."

No matter how sick the masked man was, he stepped up a step.

Boom!

The man in the red dress who trusted his "brother" so much had no defense at all.

He was planning to lean on the latter with all his strength, but he was caught off guard and made a mistake, and he hit the ground directly.

Cenchov stared straight ahead, as if he hadn't seen this person at all, and stepped on his chest.

"Huh? What is it, a rock, so harsh?"

"you!"

The man in the red dress turned red with anger, and said out of breath, "You bastard, I'll fight you!"

After saying that, he opened the ancient book in his hand with one hand.

With a bang, the void exploded directly, and the surging aura of heaven and earth was instantly sucked dry.

In an instant, countless golden hieroglyphs gathered within the pages of the book.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a roar, the words blended together and turned into a dark dragon's head, passing through the boundaries of the pages, roaring towards Cenchov.

For a while, the sky and the earth were covered, and the setting sun faded into the night.

"A mere bug, dare to be rampant?"

Cenchov snorted coldly, not daring to hesitate, he took a few steps back and drew out the small ax pinned to his waist.

However, the moment he raised it high, the tens of thousands of feet of dragon head above the void exploded directly, turning into endless light spots and scattered.

Cenchov's old face didn't have time to be astonished.

There was only a sound of "poof", and the man in the red skirt who was still lying on the ground spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He pointed at the old man in front of him with the orchid in disbelief.

"You, you actually sneak attack?"

laugh!

Before the words were finished, the man in the red skirt split open at the heart of his clothes, and he suddenly clutched his chest.

"Brother help!"

The masked man was ahead, and even through the mask, his face could be seen twitching.

There was a glint of gloom in the eyes, which was replaced by helplessness.

"Stop messing around." He said weakly.

Cenchov shuddered and shivered, silently turned away from the ax, and walked away from the two of them.

"elder brother."

The man in the red skirt looked at the masked man looking back, his pretty face was bitter, and he covered his chest and burst into tears: "It hurts so much..."

"stand up."

"People can't get up."

"stand up!"

"People have to pull to get up."

He held out his hand.

The masked man took a deep breath, stepped forward, and shot slowly.

Only then did the man in the red dress smile through his tears, carefully avoiding his thumb, and took the masked man's hand.

The intoxicating temperature came, and the pores of his whole body dilated.

"Hmm~"

"stand up!"

"You have to pull to get up... oh!"

The masked man pulled suddenly, and the man in the red skirt almost felt that his wrist was not broken, even his breathing was severed.

"Brother, you," he said short of breath, and suddenly smiled sweetly, "It's really powerful."

Masked man: "..."

He left without looking back.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

The man in the red skirt picked up the ancient book and rubbed his painful wrist, "Hmph, damn!"

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping in front of him, he jogged over with his elbows on his chest.

"Brother, this place is far away from the White Grotto, do you want someone to carry you and fly?"

"No need."

"But, if you walk, it will take a long time!"

"Not urgent."

"People will be tired!"

"That's your business."

"Humph! I'm ignoring you!"

The man in the red skirt put his hands on his hips and added, "I'll ignore you for a quarter of an hour!"

Before even a second came, seeing the masked man step by step, he was so distressed that he spoke again.

"Is brother's injury still not healed? He has fallen to the eighth realm of refining spirits."

"It's not good."

"I'll treat my brother later, it should be able to stop the decline, at least return to the innate, and we can fly together!" He jumped up happily.

"Need not."

The masked man shook his head: "Walking in this way, when we get to the White Cave, it's almost time to pick up people."

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Chapter 456 Form a team, Xiaoyu?

Early morning.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

The lovely person who wakes up early and works hard to make a living, realizes something is wrong as soon as he goes out.

Above the sky, there was a whistling sound, as if meteors swept past the scalp, it was deafening.

"what happened?"

Looking up, one could see tens of thousands of guards wearing silver and white armor, like magic soldiers, passing by at lightning speed.

"Holy guard?"

Anyone with a little experience was shocked.

The Holy Guard is the representative of combat power from the Temple of the Holy God.

Basically do not move on weekdays.

One move means that a big change is about to happen.

But this time, tens of thousands of holy guards were mobilized, and the answer is self-evident what it means.

"Is it going to change..."

The people who raised their heads didn't even have time to relax.

I saw tens of thousands of disciplined holy guards flying into the sky, followed by a group of white robes.

These people, compared to the Holy Spirit Guard in front, can be said to be more than a class lazy.

Upside down, upside down, tired from flying and need someone to support, there are all kinds of weird postures.

Their number, compared to the people in front of them, is even more like a drop in a bucket, only a few dozens of people.

But the onlookers below were even more horrified.

"White clothes?"

"My God, there are tens of thousands of holy guards in front, and a dozen teams of white-clothed people in the back. What are you going to do with this group of people?"

"This is the sword god of the Eastern Region, it's not the Southern Region and the Northern Region, how can it be so chaotic?"

"Such momentum, I haven't seen it in decades!"

The early worms on the ground were really frightened by the birds in the sky.

They each carried daily necessities, fresh fruits and vegetables, and various training materials, but they looked at each other, unable to move at all.

"Look at the direction they are going, East Heaven Realm?" Someone murmured.

"What happened in the East Heaven Realm? I remember that there should be several months before the opening of the East Heaven King City trial?"

"That's a good thing to say, but have you forgotten that the recently rumored 'White Cave' also has 'Four Swords'?"

"The fierce sword has four swords? The eighth sword fairy's saber? Is that true?"

The person next to him was speechless.

Even though most people think it's the same as before, it's a rumor.

Even if there is a witness in red, but the distance is too far, there are still a small number of people who can take action after being tempted.

Considering the scene of the white-clothed tour, maybe something rare in a hundred years really happened in the East Heaven Realm?

"Look! That's..."

While everyone was thinking, they only heard a call? They couldn't help being attracted by the last figure behind Tianji.

This is a middle-aged man in a light blue robe? Dressed as a swordsman? Black hair is fluttering, and his demeanor is clean.

There is a blue and white bandage on his forehead? His sword eyebrows are high, his nose bridge is straight, his eyes are slightly hidden, and the matte color hidden in them seems to have read the endless vicissitudes of the world.

The most eye-catching thing is not only his swordsman temperament like a banished fairy, but also the golden pink three-foot sword on his back.

This sword can be described as surprisingly coquettish? Pale pink mixed with a small amount of gold spots? The entire scabbard, including the gauntlet and handle, is extremely luxuriously carved, engraved with the posture of a hundred demons, wanton in the world.

This person walked with the sword behind his back, shrinking the ground into an inch? Mingming took one step, the distance was very small.

But it's completely at the end of the team? No matter how hard the people in the front try to catch up, they can't get rid of it.

"Om-"

When this person walked over the city, almost all the sword repairs and sabers below trembled in unison.

Such a magnificent sound seemed to be welcoming the return of the real Master of Sword Dao.

"No, I'm not dreaming!"

Some sword cultivators directly held their sabers with tears in their eyes.

"In my lifetime, I can actually witness the true face of the Seven Sword Immortal with my own eyes?"

"Seven Sword Immortals?"

One side was not the swordsman's, so he was frightened directly, "Is this the Seven Swords Immortal?"