Looking at Gongye Wuji not far away, he sighed secretly in his heart. This guy was indeed no longer the young master of Qiuyun Mountain that he knew.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel sad for the former Gongye Wuji.

In his opinion, maybe when Gongye Wuji rescued Jiang Haiyan, he had already been taken away by the white dragon.

The reason why Bai Jiao didn't harm Jiang Haiyan was just to use her to climb Tianshan safely and avoid being pursued by the four holy places.

However, the thunder in the sky did not allow him to have too much time to think.

Just when the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, three purple divine thunders roared, "Boom!" and struck down on their heads!

This time, the tribulation thunder turned into three huge purple swords, which struck the two of them heavily!

"Hula!" With a sound, Li Xiuyuan's body burned with purple flames. He was wearing a black shirt, his short hair and brows burned in the purple flames, facing the whistling cold wind!

The Samsara Sword in his hand let out a clear groan, as if a child who had been hungry for a long time suddenly got food, and instantly sucked away half of the purple thunder that struck Li Xiuyuan.

Gongye Wuji, who had a magical elixir in his mouth, was knocked to the ground again, and another mouthful of dirty blood sprayed all over his body on the ice in front of him, making a hissing sound.

Even the green shirt he had just put on was shattered by the thunder.

The clothes flying up and down in the wind made a rustling sound in the wind. He looked even more miserable than Li Xiuyuan lying on the ground!

"God, you're blind... This is that guy's calamity, not mine. What are you doing to me?"

Gongye Wuji spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the calamity cloud above his head and screamed desperately.
Chapter completed!