Chapter six hundred and thirteen heavy losses(2/2)
In the dark night, countless uncertain eyes looked at the direction Wang Sheng and his party were leaving. After much hesitation, no one dared to act rashly.
A gift from an immortal, taking it for yourself without a chance is a disaster!
Wang Sheng's voice just now had an effect.
On the tower, Luo Guan listened clearly and smiled, "Mr. Wang is a cautious person." But this was good, it would shock some fools, and he could save some energy.
Ahem——
There were several coughs on the city tower, and Luo Guan's face turned a little rosy. After all, he only has the martial arts training of the Heavenly Realm. Even though he can be invincible at the Golden Core Realm, the losses are too much.
Especially I don't know what kind of medicine these people outside the city have taken, or what kind of promises they have received... They are like locusts and can't be killed. On this day, there were nearly a hundred people dead under Luo Guan's sword.
At this moment, Luo Guan was standing on the city tower, looking at the snowy field under the moon with his sword. The blossoming blood plum blossoms were particularly eye-catching and dazzling. Most of them were in the martial arts level, and there were also Qi Refining and Foundation-Building monks.
And this can only be considered the first day.
I don't know if he can persist until the end.
Closing his eyes, Luo Guan put away Wang Sheng's paintings and sat cross-legged with his sword to recover the damage in his body.
The lonely moonlight shrouded his whole body, as if the young man with an upright back was covered with a mysterious silver glow.
The dense forest outside the city.
The leaders of all forces were silent at this moment, gnashing their teeth in hatred, and almost all of their good teeth were broken.
Chapter completed!