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Four hundred and thirtieth chapters Luan Jin four ghosts(2/2)

As the fog filled, several figures slowly descended.

Xiao Manman felt nothing. Su Xun's eyes fell on the young man in black robe and asked immediately.

A trace of strangeness flashed in Xiaomanman's eyes, and he immediately lay on the ground, as if he was listening to something.

Brother Su, I’m afraid that there are many young heroes entering the cemetery, and they are all outstanding.

Su Xun glanced at Li Aoyin with a very distinctive look. Could it be that Brother Li was scared?

Li Ao didn't care, so I was not afraid of them, but entering this cemetery only resulted in a few deaths.

Su Xun smiled indifferently. It seems that Brother Li is sure.

Li Ao was a little unhappy, and it was too early to say this now.

Although there are many experts, I also want to see how far Brother Su has made has made.

Su Xun was slightly surprised, and I also wanted to take this opportunity to see Brother Li’s skills.

Li Ao was slightly moved. In this way, we had the same idea.

Su Xun said in a deep voice, how could you know how many people would die when entering the cemetery, instead of all of them dead?

Li Aoyin felt awe-in in his heart and smiled without saying a word.

Su Xun looked at Li Aoyin, and judging from the calm smile on his face, he seemed very sure.

But Su Xun didn't know why this happened.

The monks who came here were indeed extraordinary.

Before the few people entered the cemetery, several figures fell down in the sky.

These people are coming in full force, one of the one-eyed old men has a particularly profound cultivation level and has reached the Tiantong realm.

Looking further behind him, the monks were all extraordinary, and they could be said to be not weak in overall strength.

Before Su Xun could ease from his surprise, four red-clothed guards came over from the sky. These red-clothed guards were wearing big red robes, holding golden swords, and had cold faces.

"The Four Ghosts of Luan Jin!"

Li Ao's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the four red-clothed guards.

Are they very powerful? Xiaoman asked subconsciously.

It's not just amazing, but the four of them are so terrifying.

The most powerful thing about the four ghosts of Luan Jin is their art of unity.

Su Xun's heart was terrified and his eyes were staring at the four of them.

In the distance, the one-eyed old man looked at Luan Jin's four ghosts coldly and said, "I didn't expect that this cemetery could actually attract the four ghosts."

Among the four ghosts of Luan Jin, the man in the leader immediately stood up, and then three figures continued to overlap, overlapping with the man in the leader.

The red-clothed guard smiled indifferently and said, "Even the broken sword can reach here, so we four ghosts naturally cannot fall behind."

The old man named Broken Sword looked slightly dark and said to the people beside him: "After entering the cemetery, be careful of the four ghosts."

Broken Sword, the one-eyed old man named Broken Sword, Su Xun was confused.

Li Aoyin said in a deep voice: "He is the famous broken knife."

However, Xiao Manman was a little confused when he did not see him use the knife.

The knife of the broken sword will kill people when you use it, so it is normal for you to not see his knife, Li Aoyin explained to Xiao Manman.

I'm afraid I can't compare to my young master's swordsman's swordsman pouted and spoke in a low voice.

Although his voice was very small, the old man quickly turned his attention to him. At first he was looking at Li Aoyin.

But seeing Li Aoyin bow slightly, he said, "Senior Broken Sword."

Broken Dao snorted coldly, then looked at Su Xun, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Su Xun smiled faintly and did not salute.
Chapter completed!
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