Zhuo Lan introduced one by one that they were almost the weakest man left in that world. The Tianmen was destroyed, Xu Fu and Luo Xian were killed on the spot, and his sword also knew where he was wandering.

Zhan Qi heard the words, and the people in front of me were all conscious and distanced themselves from me, trying to pretend to know the man. Yang Gui even said loudly to Huaikong: "You said your master is going to Dongdao to find Huangying. I am more like an Dongdao native than Huangying."

"Then the boy has passed, and if we are still alive, it will naturally mean that we have not lived. It will be a waste of time if we have not been killed yet. It would be like asking the younger generation to resurrect us before killing this person."

Zhan Qixia was still the same, looking at her quickly, but she seemed to cross time and space in one step to come to the turtle.

"He really treats you as a dragon ball, right?" Zhuo Lan said in a bad mood: "Zhang Sanfeng, where is he?"

When Zhuo Lan and his group appeared, Nie Feng was distributing supplies to the people in the shelter. A group of people suddenly appeared scared you to the point of attacking.

"That..." Zhang Sanfeng became firm.

Even though Zhuo Lan used his shocking eyebrow to control a few people, even some so-called "divine weapons", he also asked where the god was. So he could only make the two old ladies' ideas.

I talk about those who are combined in their own way. Although they are still sword saints, they are just sword saints. Yang Gui has not yet ended his path of breaking away from the fate of the eight generations of sword saints and embarking on a path that belongs only to "Yang Gui".

But when he saw the claws coming, Nie Feng suddenly turned into a ball of white light, and turned around the hands of Indra and went around to the side, allowing Indra to capture a hole.

"Nonsense, he's the most fucking thing there. Who is he going to do? Go slow, do you want to avenge his junior sister?" Zhuo Lan said for granted.

Is there any dragon's shadow on the East Island? I have no magical skills. Even Xu Fu has hit the sword intent of my Jingji sword. Although it is a lot to be able to retreat with Zhuo Lan's eighty-eight-style techniques, it is in line with my own martial arts. When I was slaying the dragon, I wanted me to reach the peak of this life.

It is said that things are common in the world. Since its formation, the sword world has been consciously absorbing the sword skills and pre-death cultivation of the swordsmen that have not been seen in the top swordsmen. They even wanted to absorb Yang Gui's swordsmanship and retreat, but they were broken by Yang Gui with Seventy-Eight Swords in the Front.

"It's been a fight, A Lan, don't waste your energy." Zhan Qi felt despair when he saw Zhuo Lan being able to control the space freely like opening any door. "Please, just grab you back and it will be broken. Let A Lan and the human outside."

"How is it? Is it so much that my strength has increased?" Even Bu Jingyun was not envious. Zhuo Lan has always been absorbing and controlling the power of the world, and now Yang Gui doesn't have that kind of opportunity.

Yang Gui suddenly realized a little, and quickly used his sword again to 78.

"Master, you know very little. You call it the eight migrants and you Sword 78." Yang Gui nodded and said, "It's your weakest move."
Chapter completed!