Fairy Winner

phone-reading

Ah... Ah...

A scream of despair floated out of the valley trembling.

Liu Yu'er and Li Aojian, who hadn't flew far, couldn't stand still, turned their heads and glanced at each other.

Of course they knew that it was Shen Gongxu's scream when he died.

Liu Yuer's eyes were full of surprises, "So fast... I heard that monks are not so easy to die. League Master Zhou, is he really so strong?"

Li Aojian was much more indifferent, "It's just a monk, it's nothing to him, he has always been like this."

Zhou Shu has been facing the enemy more and more ranks, and he has gotten used to it. Although it is strange, it is not surprising.

"It's so fast, it used to be just refining qi..."

Liu Yu'er shook her head slightly, and after sighing, she showed a lot of joy again, "With the leader of Zhou, we will survive this catastrophe without fail, and the Holland School will definitely develop better in the future."

"Call him the leader?"

Li Aojian smiled, "The five sects of Qingyuan exist in name only. From now on, there will only be the Heyin School, and there will be no alliances."

Liu Yuer was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "People say that Jianxin is transparent, and it is true. Although you don't ask about the world, you see more transparently than me. From now on, there will be no five schools, only the Heyin school. Speaking of it, even if there was no attack from Tianliu Zong, it would be time to rectify and rectify.

Li Aojian didn't speak, only nodded, the two turned around and continued to fly forward.

Zhou Shu didn't take much effort to resolve Shen Gongxu, but the death of the Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was also some extra trouble.

Yuan Ying was still in his body, and when people died, Yuan Ying died along with it. The huge amount of Yuan power was released in an instant. There was no vegetation in the valley, and many houses collapsed and were in a mess.

He didn't have time to pay more attention, turning his head and flying to the west.

There, there is another monk, the monk of Chongyang Palace.

Zhou Shu’s complexion was very cold, and it’s been a long time since he was so cold. Because he was very angry and the sect was seized, so everyone was facing life and death. At an extremely heavy price, none of the monks who came to attack could not go back alive.

The monks in Chongyang Palace are the same.

And in his heart, the monk was even more hateful. If it weren't for the Chongyang Palace monk to break the formation forcibly, the Heyin Sect would definitely be able to safely wait for him to return.

As a big sect monk, he participated in the fight for the small sect, but he broke the formation established by his own sect. Even if he went to the Chongyang Palace to talk, the truth was on Zhou Shu's side.

However, he didn't intend to reason, kill first before talking.

After that, he will go to the Chongyang Palace.

At this time, Murong Mo had broken his eyes and the sky was almost completely dark. There was an atmosphere of panic in the Heyin School, and there were rushing disciples everywhere, shouting endlessly.

Hao Ruoyan and Miang were inside, shouting constantly, calming the disciples' emotions.

Myon’s voice was loud and Hong Lei said, "Don’t worry, it’s okay! Leader Zhou has returned, and no matter how great the danger is, you can get over it. Don’t worry, just go to Lengwu Mountain to rest!"

Hao Ruoyan's voice was very small, but it spread far and wide, "Don't panic, go to Lengwu Mountain, don't go to the edge of the formation, everything is with the leader of Zhou."

Of course, there are voices from other practitioners, some are encouraging, and some are persuading everyone to run away.

"The formation is broken, everyone, run away!"

"I know where there is a gap, everyone follow me!"

Most of these people are spies ambushed by Tian Liuzong, and anyone with a discerning eye knows what they want to do.

Zhou Shu naturally knew that now that he has entered the formation, his divine sense covers the entire Dutch school, and he has an account in his mind about what people have done and what, and he will rectify them one by one after it is over.

"It is a good thing to be able to see some people clearly in times of trouble."

He sneered and flew towards the back mountain.

Not long after, I saw hundreds of towering beams of light, and behind the beams of light was Murong Mo with a dark face.

Murongmo broke his eyes for a while, and thought gloomily, "There is one last place, this time is completely broken, I want to see what Tian Liuzong wants, if it is a good thing, I will not keep it. give them!"

His spiritual consciousness is far inferior to Zhou Shu, not to mention that he knows nothing about what is happening around him after a heavy formation.

Walking to the front of the formation, a monk suddenly appeared in the formation, watching him calmly.

Murong Mo was taken aback, and then angrily said, "You actually went in first!"

He regarded Zhou Shu as a cultivator of the Tianliu Sect, broke into it in advance from other places, and was slaughtering in it to **** the treasures of the Lotus Sect.

Zhou Shu smiled faintly, did not speak, his eyes fell on Murongmo's sleeve, and he was indeed a monk from the Chongyang Palace.

He waited, waiting for Murong Mo to break the formation, only one of the seventy-seven formation eyes remained, and the formation had no remedial value.

Murongmo didn't say much, he just wanted to go in early and grab it together. He caught the eye and punched out with his fists.

The array eyes that appeared in the beam of light quickly shattered, the large array was completely broken, and the only remaining scorching sun in the sky quickly dissipated.

In the lotus school, there were bursts of exclamation, and there were also many golden lights, rushing toward the outside of the array, for fear of taking a step slower. They just want to escape for their lives, but they don't know that the situation has been reversed long ago. Three of the four great monks of Tianliu Zong are dead, so there is no need to flee at all~www.ltnovel.com~ Hmph, wait. "

Murongmo glared at Zhou Shu, let out a gloomy sneer, and flew into the lotus pie.

He also has to be quicker, or he won't be able to catch up with the benefits.

His body is extremely fast, accelerating again and again, but no matter how he accelerates, there is always one person in front of him.

Murong Mo was anxious, and for a moment, he stood in the air, raising his hand and said, "Tian Liuzong, what do you want to do when I dare not kill you?"

Zhou Shu looked indifferent, "Did you break the line?"

Murong Mo smiled with anger, "Nonsense, isn't it me? Is it you? Just these seventy-seven eyes, would you Tianliu Zong know? If it wasn't me..."

"Very well, you can die."

Zhou Shu nodded gently, Lishuang in his hand, and the heavy golden sword and Xiao Gun also flew out one after another, forming a triangle that surrounded Murong Mo.

In the end, the opponent is a disciple of the Double Ninth Palace, there may be any special means, and it must be fully prepared.

Murongmo's expression was stagnant, he looked around, and was startled in shock, "This... is actually an ancient chick? And the best flying sword? Are you...who are you, you can't be a monk of the Tianliu Sect!"

"Who said I am? I am a Dutch monk, you break my formation, **** it."

Zhou Shu looked cold, and Li Shuang waved it horizontally.

The primordial power, which seems to exist and has not existed, grew from nothing, and turned into a huge wave in an instant, a wave of thousands of hectares, and its momentum is unstoppable.

The fourth style of the Sea Treads Sword Art, the sea raises the waves. If the blue sea tide is continuous accumulation, and the sea raises the waves is an instant vent. It does not have the characteristics of seeing through the weakness of the fourth change, but it puts the sea riding on the first. The three changes have been brought to the extreme and taken a step further, and the promotion of the technique has almost reached the limit that a cultivator can do.

Sheer pressure on people. (To be continued.)

～～7k～～

(Sikushu)