Supreme Soaring Immortal

The deputy of the deputy was a glimpse of the heart, and the head did not return to the direction of the Crescent Moon City.

"boom……"

The sister of the string month killed the eight Wu Zongdian martial artists, and a deep pit in the shape of a palm appeared on the ground. The look looked angrily at the air left by Ma Rulong.

"Hey..."

The blood vein taught the tall warrior to fall from the sky.

"The owner, you are hurt."

The woman reached out and took the arrow and pulled it hard. The arrow was pulled out by her, and a blood arrow shot from her thigh. Looking at the direction in which Ma Rulong disappeared, he condensed:

"Ma Rulong! Broken arrows!"

"The owner, what do we do?" The tall Wu Wang condensed.

"Is the person trapped by Wu Zongdian found?"

"No, he should have escaped when we and the Wu Zongdian martial artists killed."

"Well!" The woman bit her teeth: "Remove!"

The shape of the two martial arts disappeared in the darkness. About a decade later, a person was sitting in the bushes not far away, revealing his head from the bushes, just holding the breath of the piano. Her gaze looked at the direction of the Crescent Moon City. When she thought about it, she had more paper and pen in her hand. The left hand transported the paper to hold the paper, and the right hand held the pen. The golden power of Haoran’s heart was sharply removed. Seeing the golden glory of each group in the bucket shrinks and disappears. When the ten golden masses are completely disappeared, the golden brush of the pen in the hands of the piano bursts.

"who?"

The golden light that broke through the night sky attracted the blood vessels that were evacuating, and the black-pressed group rushed toward the piano.

The double head of the piano did not lift the pen and wrote four words on the paper:

Pingqing Qingyun!

When the last "cloud" word is written, the golden scent of the pen end is consumed.

"Who is that?"

The burly martial artist in the distance looked at the goggles in the valley with amazement, and it was just a moment of dying.

"Go and see!"

The sister of the string month burst into flames and approached the piano double.

Qin double has already collected the brush at this time, the paper has fallen under her feet, suddenly turned into a blue cloud, the body shape of the piano doubled quickly, flew in the direction of the Crescent City.

"chase!"

The sister of the string month snorted and screamed, and the **** martial arts king approached the piano double, and the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred meters.

The doubles of the piano are flickering, and the inner view of the golden awesomeness in the heart of Haoran. At this time, there is only a group of golden glory in each bucket, leaving a total of ten golden glory. The piano double-mindedly moved, holding the paper on the left and holding the pen on the right. The golden arrogance was drawn at the pen end, and there was a dense golden light in the night sky, which gathered toward her pen.

Qinqin quickly wrote a "Ray" on top of it, and then threw the paper in his hand back to the back.

Two people in the back of the heart, the people who can fly so fast, they do not dare to despise, the shape of the rapid approach can not help.

"boom……"

The sky suddenly shone, and two baby arms were bombarded with lightning on the two kings. Two people fell from the air toward the ground. Until the ground was close, the two men's arms were struggling, the upper body fell, and the figure fell on the ground, and the back stepped a few steps.

Look up!

Where is the shape of the piano double?

The sister of the string month recalled the situation that had just been struck by lightning, and the look suddenly changed, whispering:

"The Confucian Taoist Master!"

"Whizzing……"

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Ma Rulong and the deputy lord fell in the backyard of Wu Zongdian. Ma Rulong condenses:

"Isn't you going to catch the wanderers? How can you fight with the blood?"

After so long, the deputy lord also wanted to understand, looking at Ma Rulong:

"We and blood culture should be accidental encounters!"

"Occasional encounter?" Ma Rulong looked coldly at the deputy.

"Yes!" said the deputy, the lord said: "Or there is the secret base of blood culture, and the wanderer does not know what the reason is to know the base, and it has intentionally led us there. Or, all this It is a coincidence."

Ma Rulong’s eyes looked coldly at the moonlight, and the moonlight scared “噗通” and squatted in front of Ma Rulong’s body, screaming:

"Lord, I don't know anything, I am acting according to your order."

Ma Rulong retracted his cold eyes: "You go ahead."

"Yes!"

The moonlight climbed up from the ground and left like a house dog. There is a worry between Ma Rulong and Mei Yu:

"How is the casualty?"

On the face of the deputy, there was a mournful color: "When we evacuated, there were only less than 200 people left. I don't know how much I can come back."

Ma Rulong’s face could not be changed. Only the loss of the person has surpassed the half of the entire Wuyue Temple’s Wu Zong Dian. If he continues to be injured, how can he explain to the General Hall?

"With all the warriors of Wu Zongdian, go immediately to meet, and be sure to save some of the warriors, otherwise you and I can't eat and walk."

"Yes, Lord!"

At this time, Ma Rulong had not thought about this matter before and after, and he gathered all the remaining hundred warriors in a hurry and went away from the city.

"The Lord, it is better for us to ask for help from the Kingdom of the Crescent Moon." The deputy lord looked at the hundreds of repaired warriors around him with some worries.

Ma Rulong shook his head and said: "If we have not injured so many people, I will naturally levy the power of the string moon kingdom. But now... we Wu Zongdian can not afford to lose that person. You can rest assured that the **** people do not dare to approach the Crescent City. Maybe they have already withdrawn at this time."

"Lord, how come you are in the Cangwu Mountains?"

Ma Rulong’s eyebrows floated with anxiety: “You haven’t come back so that my heart is very upset. Go and see, you’ve got something wrong.”

Black night sky.

A cloud of blue clouds fell, and Qingyun made a piece of paper. The piano double reached out and caught the piece of paper. The words "Pingbu Qingyun" on the paper had become dim, but they have not disappeared, and they can still use a piece of paper. Time, heartfelt thoughts, the paper was taken into the storage ring, hiding in the shadow of the wall of Wu Zongdian, the power of the soul swiftly spread out.

The Wu Zong Dian is very large, and the ground is made of marble. Every distance along the road, a lantern is lit, emitting a dim light.

At this time, the Wu Zong Temple was extremely quiet, there was no voice, and there was no patrolling footsteps, as if in an empty palace.

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