Chapter 1327: Protecting the Master’s Heart, the Master is useless

"Buzz!"

The Fenglei Sword, which was showing its divine power, immediately became bigger without hesitation, and then dragged Song Jingnan's body and let him fall on the back of his sword.

The heart of protecting the master is extremely earnest!

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

...

However, the strong men around him did not hesitate at all, and at the same time he took action and rushed forward.

They won't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

...

The Fenglei Sword instantly fell into violence, and the sword spirit even roared: "You actually dare to hurt your master! Go to die! Go to die!"

An endless wind whirlpool suddenly formed around, and at the same time, thunder was rippling!

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

...

Immediately, it put Song Jingnan on the ground and then desperately cut at the powerful people around it!

Swear to protect its master!

"If your master dies, you will change your master! Why do you have to fight for the death?"

"Sword Spirit! Instead of making such a meaningless resistance, it is better to surrender honestly!"

"Hmph! Since you don't eat the toast, don't blame us for being polite!"

...

"Bang!"

"Table!"

...

Under the attack of these powerful people around, the sword spirit was no match at all. It was instantly severely injured. The Fenglei Sword fell to the ground and lay beside Song Jingnan.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

It vibrated twice, but it didn't fly up!

From this we can see how serious its injuries were!

"Song Jingnan! Go and die!"

The offensive of these powerful people around us is coming again.

Song Jingnan seemed not to notice that death was coming. He stretched out his hand, stroked the seriously injured Fenglei Sword, and murmured: "It's the master who is useless!"

"I've made you wronged..."

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The wind and thunder knife kept wailing.

"Everyone and his sword are in desperate situation, the opportunity is here!"

"Brother Fan!"

At this moment, the sound of Jiang Rongyu sounded.

"Buzz!"

"Token of all worlds, trade everything!"

The next moment, a token of all worlds suddenly floated in front of Song Jingnan.

"Money House in Wanjie!"

Seeing this, Song Jingnan's pupils shrank, and a hint of desire for life suddenly burst out from the depths of his eyes. He grabbed the Fenglei Sword with one hand and the Token of the Ten Thousand Worlds with the other!

"Click!"

Then, he used his last bit of strength to crush the token of the world.

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

The attacks of the strong men around him fell sharply.

However……

But it only left a huge pit where Song Jingnan just lay down.

And Song Jingnan's people are gone!

“Where is this…people?

!”

“What’s the situation?

Who saved him?

!”

"Damn it! What's going on?

What was that thing that appeared in front of him just now?”

...

At this moment, the strong men around were shocked and shouted loudly.

Angry, frightened, unwilling to...

etc!

All kinds of emotions are intertwined!

“What is that?

A token?”

At the same time, the young man in white also shrank his pupils, and the faint smile that originally appeared on the corner of his mouth had long disappeared, and he was shocked instead!

However, he was knowledgeable and thought of something at the first time, and then... his expression changed again!

"Token of all worlds!"

"It's the Wanjie Money House!"

"Damn it!"

The young man in white knew that when Song Jingnan appeared again, he would inevitably have another posture!

This is the magic of the Wanjie Money House!

Then...

These people are likely to die!

"escape!"

He turned around without hesitation and wanted to escape.

"It's him!"

However, at this moment, a pretty shout suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

Swish!

Everyone immediately turned their eyes to the source of sound. This was a woman wearing a mask, with a slim figure and charming temperament. Just one glance made people fall into her charm.

However, these strong men were old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years. They had extremely strong willpower and were not affected at all. Instead, they looked at the direction she pointed at.

"Um?

Is it him?

!”

Then, all these strong men stared at the young man in white.
To be continued...