Chapter 212: Crisis Emerges

But he suddenly found that the three sub-swords scattered by his own family were born at the same time, and the mother sword was even more excited, so he simply followed the will of the mother sword, followed the traces left by several sub-swords, and quietly pursued.

After a long battle, Wanyan Zeyu's anger surged, no one could be so difficult, making him so embarrassed, especially the two clans behind him, watching the battle without saying shut up, or cheering up, but like the enemy's helper, constantly talking, making people uneasy.

"Little brother, don't be reckless, let the two brothers help you, let's go back early." ”

The other one is even more infuriating, this place of the sea is strange and inexplicable, but most of it stops at mortals, and the monks never seem to have bad news, on the contrary, this place may not be a chance for some monks, but most monks stay away from it.

This is also the fact that the three of them did not surround Zhou Hao, but blocked the three directions except Hanhai, in their opinion, Zhou Hao, as a loose cultivator, and waited here, he must also know the legend, don't you know that Zhou Hao is simply black-eyed, and he doesn't know anything.

"Little brother Zeyu, do you want to disturb those green ears in the Hanhai, because my brother knows that you like to be curious, but this Hanhai green ears are still not to provoke, don't you say?"

"Shut up, you two are watching, if you don't take this loose cultivation today, what if I go into Hanhai by myself and take a walk?"

Zhou Hao listened inexplicably, he didn't know what was strange about this Hanhai, because he was not sure where the crisis was, Zhou Hao never dared to fight with all his might, that is, the time of these two pillars of incense, that kind of fear seemed to be a lot closer.

"Pick up. "Wanyan Zeyu also keeps his hands, the fight is not a competition, spare no effort, once he encounters passivity, he will not even have the opportunity to resist and escape, but at this time, he is furious, and he directly performs his tricks.

Zhou Hao's expression was awe-inspiring, and his soul scanned the radius of dozens of miles again, if he still didn't find it, Zhou Hao was already determined to solve the battle, although he didn't do his best to fight with the other party, but if the other three of them worked together, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to retreat. Taking this opportunity to cut its wings, deter the other party, and then take the opportunity to break away is the right way.

Wan Yan Yingshuang was like a light ping, after surpassing the five Wan Yan family surnames and resignations, she suddenly accelerated her speed, and a Zhuji monk who dared to sneak attack the Jindan monk surprised her heart.

Although it was just a surprise attack, it didn't produce any results, but a person with such courage is not ordinary, the alphabet seven swords, the sub-sword is scattered, with the help of the bloodline of the clan, let everyone help themselves to cultivate the sacrifice, but the mother sword sacrifice must be experienced in person.

And this sword mother is a magic weapon, only for some reason, and it needs blood refining to succeed, it can be regarded as its ancestor to take precautions, to his second Yuan Infant Realm monk appeared, painstakingly consulted countless ancient books, and devoted himself to creating a sword of inheritance.

Therefore, the method of the mother sword sacrifice is also extremely ferocious, and a foundation building cultivation, the combat power of the face and shadow is superb, and he naturally has a monster-like intuition for the prey, in his opinion, the monk's essence blood is the best resource for cultivating peerless treasures, and at this moment, he felt the fluctuation of the aura, and immediately rushed forward.

"Huh!" Zhou Hao's divine thoughts scanned, and immediately a terrifying crisis stabbed the soul, and the woman who appeared was also down, the breath alone was already extremely strong, but it was still not as good as the unpredictable, like blood-colored lightning spirit weapon.

Ladies and gentlemen, there are only 5,000 today, forgive me, and happy Mid-Autumn Festival.