Chu Hao was in a hurry, but he didn't know what to do at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info has always been Xiaolong helping him. Xiaolong gave him the Divine Wood King Technique, and Xiaolong gave him the ability to quickly repair himself. Xiaolong let him learn the Tianfeng armament, and Xiaolong gave him the courage to raise his head in front of other rich and handsome. It can be said that all of this changed before Chu Hao broke that egg.

Chu Hao never thought about what would happen to him if Xiaolong left him, or never appeared in his life. Perhaps, it's not that Chu Hao doesn't think about it, but that after Chu Hao settles down in his current life, he no longer dares to think about those daunting unbearable.

Without Xiaolong, his life would be overshadowed. It's like a woman who doesn't have her aunt's scarf, although she can't live, but her life will definitely become a mess.

Chu Hao looked at the little dragon lying motionless in his arms, his mind was blank. Does the little dragon die? Will he sleep like this forever?

"Little Dragon, wake up, Little Dragon." Chu Hao kept shaking Xiaolong's body, but Xiaolong showed no signs of waking up.

But now the next situation is no longer suitable for Chu Hao to shake the little dragon again.

Because of the dense fog of the fissure mountain in the distance, it dispersed......

In the moment when the fog cleared, Wei Qingguo and several people from the Chen family actually stopped at the same time. Originally, the Chen family's side had already been defeated and retreated after losing such a good hand as Gu Wu. But Wei Qingguo and Ye Taojian, first, they had to pay attention to the situation in Crack Mountain, second, they had to pay attention to the life and death of Chu Hao and others, and third, they had to think about how to break the beast protection wall that Gu Wu had desperately laid down. So in this way, the two sides are inseparable.

Several people looked at the crack mountain that had dispersed the fog at the same time, from the other side of the mountain. Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter.

The laughter was transmitted thousands of meters away, like a spike, and suddenly pierced everyone's eardrums. Ye Taochen's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "It is indeed the peak Emperor of the Underworld." ”

Wei Qingguo stopped drinking, shook the wine jug, and nodded. The same solemn complexion. Because they knew that this peak Immortal Emperor could not be a member of the Nangong family, and it was even possible that he did not belong to one side of his alliance. In the case of friend or foe is not yet clear. They had to be solemn.

And a few people on the Chen family's side were even more nervous. The two beginner-level Hades Emperors have already left them without the power to parry, and there is another peak Hades Emperor. Aren't they just dead and can't die anymore?

The laughter continued. Suddenly, out of the gradually dissipating mist, a man rushed out. This man seemed to have wings, and his feet stepped on the clouds, and he flew over thousands of meters away! In the eyes of everyone, he really flew over. There was a stirring of spiritual power behind him, leaving a series of aura fluctuations behind him. It was as if it had been after a plane had flown by. Exhaust fumes left behind the buttocks.

This man actually flew over? A distance of several thousand meters, can you fly over? Chu Hao felt that his head was dizzy again. Even if it's a wraith. I can't do that, who is this? Friend or foe? A thousand and one questions burst out of Chu Hao's brain.

And Ye Taochen and Wei Qingguo, the moment they saw this person flying over, their whole brains rang out. "It's him!" Both of them were certain in their minds at the same time. Because only "he" can cross a kilometer and fly here, right? A sword comes from the west, and a sword from the west gate!

Legend has it that Simon killed people with a sword, and he only used one sword. No matter what kind of enemy he is, he can stab a sword from a strange angle. Whether the person is dead or not, he will just turn around and leave. He barely missed, and everyone who was stabbed by him would cry out for his life. But why say "almost"? Because it is rumored that he missed once. But no one knows who the other party is.

Because Simon has a habit with a sword, that is, I can't kill you with a sword, so I won't trouble you again in the future. Because for him, a sword can't kill, just because it's his shame. He wants this shame to live in the world, to live in his sight, and he has always reminded himself that he is only allowed to succeed and not to fail.

Simon's sword is almost harsh on himself. In order to be able to kill with just one sword, he will investigate his opponent countless times and observe countless times before making a move. After he is sure that he has a certain command to kill me, he will come west with a sword and take his life.

Simon Yijian is not so much a killer as an assassin. Because he really twisted and walked away after the stab. Without hesitation.

Only Simon Yijian could leap thousands of meters and lean over. Even if you are a master of the spirit, you can't fly a thousand meters. But Simon can use a sword, and the "Purple Electric Vertical Body Method" he practiced is one of the most mysterious exercises in the world.

But what makes Wei Qingguo and Ye Taochen strange is that this Ximen sword is usually hidden in the dark and secretly gives people a sword. But why is it so blatant in front of everyone today?

There was no time for people to think about this suspicion, because Simon's sword had already landed in front of everyone. With his strange white sword.

This long sword, which was passed down to him by Simon Yijian's father, is said to be their family heirloom. The white sword passed, and the blood was traceless. This means that this white sword, even if it cuts a person's neck, this person will not react. Because this white sword is so sharp, so sharp that even the blood can't react. The most strange thing is that this white sword does not have a hilt. The end of the white sword was wrapped in a circle of bandages, and it looked a little stumbling.

Ximen Yijian looked very young, at least much younger than Wei Qingguo and Ye Taochen, the two old men. He has black hair and wears a thin white coat. Although cultivators are not afraid of the cold, in order to look like a normal person, cultivators will generally add clothes in cold weather and reduce clothes in hot weather. After all, if you go out shirtless in the winter, it's strange that passers-by don't call the police to arrest you.

Well, of course, it was called to a psychiatric hospital.

This Simon Yijian looks like he is only fifty or sixty years old, but in fact, he has already passed his eightieth birthday! He cares a lot about his appearance, so he rejuvenates his appearance through the power of the underworld. Some cultivators are like this, they can do their best for their appearance. But more cultivators are just letting things go. For them, appearance is just a skin, and after a certain age, they have no interest in paying attention to their appearance. For example, Ye Taochen is this kind of person.

But Ximen Yijian is different, speaking of which, he and Ye Taochen are still the same generation. Otherwise, how could he cultivate to the peak of the Immortal Emperor? Strength generally takes time to precipitate.

Ye Taochen looked at Ximen Yijian, his face changed, and then said: "Ximen Yijian, you came here this time, what is the so-called matter." ”

Simon Yijian was expressionless, as if the world had nothing to do with him, and said, "You have your purpose, I have my journey, why do you care about this?" We're all old, isn't the scenery here very good? Isn't it a pity not to take a few more looks, and when we are going to die, we remember that there are so many wonderful things that we haven't appreciated? ”

Ye Taochen and Wei Qingguo were confused by the big string of words of Ximen Yijian. You say you're such an assassin, pretending to be a literary youth. No, no, it's not a young man, it's an old man!

After Ye Taochen reacted, he smiled and said, "The sword of Ximen is indeed the sword of Ximen, and it is free and easy, which is not comparable to mortals such as me." Since Brother Simon has such a Yaxing, then I, Old Man Wei, and those children, will not bother you, hahaha......"

Who knows, this Ximen sword suddenly shook the white long sword in his hand, reflecting a different kind of light on the winter snow. Ximen Yijian smiled slightly and said, "Since everyone is here to enjoy the snow, isn't it great that we are together?" How lonely it would be to leave me alone. ”

At this time, Wei Qingguo couldn't hold his breath anymore, and said scoldingly: "Old thief Ximen, what do you mean?" You're flying here so secretly, and now tell us you want to enjoy the snow? What the fuck, are you pumping your brains? ”

"Tut-tut......" Ximen sighed lightly, "The god of wine is really straightforward." I wonder if your hands will slow down after drinking? Let me show you how to get drunk! ”

After speaking, Ximen Yijian flashed directly towards Wei Qingguo. The purple electric vertical body method practiced by Ximen Yijian is known for its speed, so he usually hides in the shadows, sticks to his beliefs, and kills with one sword. In such a head-on confrontation with people, Wei Qingguo really has never seen it. Of course, there may have been people who had seen Simon fight people head-to-head with a sword, but those people were already dead!

Ximen's sword suddenly stabbed out with a white sword, directly hitting Wei Qingguo's throat. Wei Qingguo's throat moved, and the wine jug in his hand suddenly flew up and blocked his throat. Ximen's sword suddenly shook white, and the tip of the sword rubbed the side of the wine jug, making a crisp crashing sound.

Immediately after, the long sword stabbed Wei Qingguo's shoulder.

Wei Qingguo took a step back and fell backwards as if he was drunk. This is Wei Qingguo's drunken boxing, Wei Qingguo, who has been immersed in drunken boxing for decades, has already integrated drunken boxing into his bone marrow. As Wei Qingguo fell to the ground, the wine jug in his hand was the white sword that suddenly crashed into the sword of Ximen, and once again made a crisp sound, deflecting the white sword.

Then, Wei Qingguo rolled over, stood up, and looked at Ximen Yijian crookedly, as if he had drunk too much liquor.

Simon smacked his sword and let out a soft, sarcastic sound. (To be continued.) )