The two kinds of extraordinary forces collided again and got entangled more and more fiercely.
Wenxuan is pale and shaking.
This moment is tantamount to his own confrontation with ten then real people!
And one of the ten then real people has then vision!
He won’t last long.
Chapter two hundred and ten Escape!
Hundreds of Godsworn Tsukiji have flocked to the Blood Crow Palace on the ground.
Wenxuan and Elder Yu were trapped in a semi-French retreat.
Now the situation is very bright. Brother Feng has one way to escape!
And there’s not much time left for them
Once Wenxuan and Yu Elders don’t stay up, they will face not only hundreds of Buddhist monks but also real people.
"Let’s go!"
Cheng Di’s first Qin Yu drank so much that he dared not stay longer and turned to flee.
Another brother, Ji Chengtian, followed closely.
Many dimly discernible peak brothers fled away with their swords and ran away toward the outside of Dongling Valley.
"Big Brother, Cold Teacher and Sister, run away!"
Xiao pang is nervous and full of sweat.
Lengrou nodded
Two people consciousness to Sue ink.
At this time, Su Mo squinted her eyes and smelled cold and murder. The flying sword was suspended in the palm of her hand and trembled.
Su Mo, of course, also knows that the wisest eye is to get out of here as much as possible.
But his heart is unwilling!
"You go first and I’ll kill this man!"
Su Mo’s sleeve robe waved the flying sword in the palm of his hand, flashing four flashes, dazzling and dazzling, and went straight to the distant wind and feathers.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Su Mo stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot in the previous step, and his legs exerted their strength, leaving a series of figures behind him like a god horse.
"Huh?"
Feng Haoyu felt a sharp sharp edge like a thorn in his back, torn and making a strange noise.
Feng Haoyu’s brow wrinkled and he didn’t want to turn the flying sword around.
Whew!
The blade quivered and sank into the void.
Because of the high speed, this flying sword almost melts into the virtual, making it hard to detect.
Feng Haoyu is indeed far superior to Su Mo in fencing.
"when!"
Feng Haoyu’s flying sword was a late starter, but Su Mo’s flying sword was intercepted to Mars.
"Flying sword!"