Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

The stout man looked at them solemnly and strode forward as if the floor had shaken. His deep and loud voice reached everyone's ears: "my name is xuankui. If you want to go upstairs, you should defeat me first!"

After the endless bombardment of tu you, he felt that the man's crisp voice was very pleasant.

All of them were tired and aroused a sense of war. They were eager to summon weapons.

Xuankui's countless ways laughed together. His chest was buzzing and his power was surging. He was about to attack.

There were only a few separate bodies, but they didn't move.

That kind of rugged strong figure like a hill, always with a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

Slightly frown, Gu Bai stares at Xuan Kui, some hesitant ground asks: "I, have ever seen you?"

The black and strong man's eyes turned red.

Emperor xuankui was silent. Suddenly he knelt down on one knee and gave the next salute. He said in a high voice, "I've seen your highness xuankui!"

Gu Bai felt a strange feeling in his heart. He shook his head, "get up."

"Fusheng, do I really look like him?" He asked.

Xuankui replied, "you will know."

He was a little embarrassed smile, "could have let you go up directly, but his highness Yan Tong said, fight with us, maybe can stimulate your spirit."

"So," xuankui muscles up, waving his sword, "Your Highness, I'm offended."

When Gu Bai realized this, he also called out the cold killing sword, whose front reflected the cold light that made people palpitating.

"Come on," he said in a low voice

Then there are two flowing figures.

"Click -" is the sharp sound of the sword colliding with the knife.

Close combat and quick separation.

"Brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush brush. His eyes were tough, and he directly carried the sharp light of the sword. The cold sword took xuankui's throat.

In a moment, there were countless clear sword sounds.

The corners of his clothes were cut to pieces, but his face was still indifferent, calm, and not a bit flustered.

Xuankui sighed sincerely: "Your Highness is still very powerful."

But it's not enough

The temperature of the four sides suddenly dropped sharply, and the frost covered the floor and walls, which was colder than the cold winter.

The sudden change of temperature makes Gu Bai's movement a little stiff.

It was at this moment that the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Xuankui waved his two swords. They were as cool as two huge peaks, which made people gasp.

As he approached Gu Bai, the cliff suddenly It's broken!

Strong wind blowing, Gu Bai's clothes hunting.

Xuankui came with a sword and broke the net of twelve sword lights. The sword was like a cliff.

The precipice inclines suddenly, forcing the sword net to collapse!

Then there was endless snow and ice, forcing Gu Bai to keep dodging.

The tip of his foot stepped lightly. He stretched out his hand. The aura gathered together and suddenly ejected out again.

It's like a continuous River, and it's like the deep sea. It's long spread across the whole floor, and it's even cooler around.

Gu Bai snorted, holding the sword to his side, and his hand shaking slightly. However, there was still no panic in his face.

He took the other hand back and said, "take it back!"

See true yuan will frost are wrapped tightly, Gu white forehead Qinchu fine sweat, more crazy to urge aura.

Aura comes from all directions with the coolness of water.

Like winter into the forest, slow, but unable to stop.

"Click." The ice melts and the river flows.