Jun Qinghan and his entourage, standing in the fog outside the Pavilion of Hateful Monarchs, looked at the external environment, and were shocked in their hearts, the current number of people is more than twice as many as before the Heavenly Clothes and Dust Wind were not seized. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moreover, Chen Chen has also left, fortunately, the Purple Flag powerhouse is also gone, maybe he was accidentally taken away by Chen Chen.

Yu Zhange said indifferently to Jun Qinghan: "You go!"

Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed, and the cloak was pulled diagonally, instantly disappearing.

Outside the fog, everyone stared directly at the Hated Jun Pavilion, with unstoppable greed in their eyes, but when they glanced at the scattered divine soldiers, they were with deep jealousy, when the nine people entered the Hated Jun Pavilion, who did not covet these divine weapons?

However, when they approached these divine soldiers, they were shocked what were divine soldiers?

The Thunder Dragon Spear weighs more than 10,000 catties, surrounded by Thunder Dragons, the forest is cold and scarlet, and the Hidden Heaven Blade is bloody and fierce, and it is unstoppable, and no one can control it......

The automatic defense of the weapon made them frightened by the strength of the peak twenty-two, the divine soldier, sure enough! The heart is more vigilant against the people who enter the fog, can the person who can obtain such a divine weapon be the person with great talent in the family?

Jun Qinghan, who was hidden, squatted on the ground, looked at the many divine soldiers, immediately smiled, swept away all the weapons, wrapped them in a cloak, threw them into the mist, and then took his own weapons and left.

"Where's the weapon, why is it gone?" the crowd exploded and looked around vigilantly.

"Quick, maybe they've come out, martial law, martial law!" Someone immediately exclaimed, reminding everyone that there are only two kinds of people who can easily take away the weapon, one is the mighty, but the mighty don't need to hide like this, in one is the owner of the weapon, the strength is still low, and he is afraid of being besieged by everyone, so he uses some kind of stealth skill.

As he spoke, the cultivators who were hiding among the crowds immediately laid out a formation to detect the people in the mist.

Jun Qinghan's face was cold, along the way, all the formations were ruthlessly destroyed by the killing array, or the hidden sky was ordered, or the sky was snowing, in short, all the gorgeous moves that could attract people's attention were used by Jun Qinghan.

In the end, the people in the center of the entire Autumn Wind Stream had been almost transferred by Jun Qinghan, but there were still a few people who firmly believed that this was a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and stayed there and remained motionless.

Jun Qinghan frowned slightly, his palms flipped over, and suddenly, the entire autumn wind stream was filled with the previous fog again, and everyone's expressions were stunned, looking at the dust floating in the air, they were slightly surprised in their hearts, and then they were ecstatic to chase the traces left by Jun Qinghan all the way.

"That'...... That's the Tianyi Dust Wind, hahaha, the Tianyi Dust Wind has finally come out", for a while, the people guarding the fog outside the autumn wind stream suddenly took up their weapons and chased Jun Qinghan, the Tianyi Dust Wind has been born, even if the people inside have the world's skills, Lao Tzu doesn't want it.

When everyone left, the three people in the mist suddenly walked out, looking ahead, Yu Zhange's face was pale, and the emperor's qi rushed to the galaxy, and followed Jun Qinghan.

At the same time that everyone was chasing and killing Yu Zhan Song, the Sky Eagle Falcon flew high, the owl bird galloped, and the news was sent to all parts of the continent!

The clothes are dusty, and they are born!

At this time, Dongfang Youchen was already standing in the sky above the Autumn Wind Stream, standing respectfully beside Tianli, Dongfang Youchen had already entered the Autumn Wind Stream a quarter of an hour before Jun Qinghan came out of the fog, and it was the news that Tianxingzi brought back one step earlier, so he hurried here.

Seeing that the people below were led by Jun Qinghan's nose, Dongfang Youchen sneered, stared at Tianli and asked, "Can you be sure that the one below is the one who is the king!"

Tianli frowned slightly, his soul filled the entire autumn wind stream, and after a long time, when he was solemn, "Lord Qingcheng, according to the instructions of the Wenjun Yupai, the information brought back by Tianxingzi, and the investigation just now by his subordinates, the subordinates determined that the people below are the people who are the kings."

The corners of Dongfang Youchen's mouth outlined a trace of arc, and he said with a smile: "You said that we saved him, how about it?"

Tianli was startled, staring at Dongfang Youchen suspiciously, and after taking a breath, Tianli said respectfully: "No matter what Lord Qingcheng says, his subordinates will definitely do their best to serve the adult", now Tianli doesn't dare to ask why, because Dongfang Youchen's layout in the past few days has become more and more white-clothed, so that he can't have the slightest contempt for this young man.

"Okay, then save him!" Dongfang Youchen immediately made a decision.

Jun Qinghan ran wildly all the way, and after a hundred miles out of the autumn wind stream, he instantly quieted down, and everyone did not have Jun Qinghan's deliberate instructions, and they were suddenly a little confused.

"Ao ......"

In the west of the autumn wind stream, a majestic dragon roar suddenly came, and everyone frowned slightly, turned around and stared ahead, "That's the young master of the dragon clan?"

"Why did he enter the fog, didn't win the heavenly clothes, and came out unharmed?"

At the same time, in the north of the autumn wind stream, a golden arrow feather pierced the sky, and in the south of the autumn wind stream, the phantom of the wild goose slowly emerged, under the clouds, the brilliance was dazzling.

Everyone was stunned directly, nine people went in, and four of them came out unharmed, no matter how calm they were, after some fighting, it was impossible for four people to remain, and now they were a little confused, whose hands were in this heavenly clothes and dust?

Constantly thinking about it in their hearts, the people who were originally chasing Jun Qinghan suddenly divided into four directions and ran in the direction they thought was possible.

Although there are tens of thousands of people in the autumn wind stream, but in the continuous autumn wind stream, it seems to be scattered, and after a few hours, tens of thousands of people have already broken into zero, even if they form a gang, it is only a few dozen.

"Big brother, I don't know who this person who has obtained the heavenly clothes and dust wind, who is it? Do you think we can have a chance to win it?" A group of dozens of people walked aimlessly in the autumn wind stream, and the original hope in their eyes had faded a lot.

"Who knows, it's all up to heaven's will......" The man who was called the eldest brother said with a sigh of interest, and before he finished speaking, his brows furrowed.

"You guys, there's no chance!"

In his ears, suddenly remembering Jun Qing's cold and indifferent voice, dozens of people were shocked, turned their heads to look at the boulder in front of them, a man looked unruly, with a dark soul coat and armor, like the ink of the hidden wind, holding a flashing demonic scarlet long sword, looking at everyone without the slightest emotion.

Like a Shura!

Dozens of people immediately jumped backwards and shouted, "Who are you?"

Jun Qinghan answered the question, "The heavenly clothes and dust wind are in my hands of Xue Hanjun!" Before the words fell, his wrist flipped over, and the murderous aura was arrogant, Jun Qinghan's body was like a morning wind, pulling out an afterimage in the air......

A sad despair immediately rose in everyone's hearts, their bodies were annihilated by blood, and the rampant killing intent made people feel terrified, as if they were in the Shura Domain.

Jun Qinghan raised his hand, and then put it down, and suddenly a huge sword shadow in the sky slashed towards dozens of people......

Jun Qinghan's wrist flipped, the long sword was sheathed, the cloak was pulled obliquely, and he walked indifferently on the blood stains shed by everyone, leaving a lonely and proud back.

Jun Qinghan enjoyed this feeling very much, this feeling of starting with the long sword, the million blood of the long sword made him feel comfortable from body to soul, this feeling was more familiar than the feeling of holding the dragon spear in his hand, and it was more kind, as if he was born to kill.

In a few other places, the Yanling knife in Yan Nangui's hand flipped rapidly, as fast as lightning, the knife rose and fell, and the blood sealed his throat, and every time Yan Nangui only killed one person, he seemed to enjoy this feeling that everyone fell one by one.

Yu Zhan Ge had a curved bow, the arrow feathers were golden, the fingers were slightly buckled, the arrow feathers were like shuttles, and an arrow passed through the center of the eyebrows, leaving more than a dozen bloody holes, and a row of people fell down in horror, and finally had no ability to close their eyes.

In the west of the autumn wind stream, Bai Xiaopang is shouting, his body jumps up and down in the autumn wind stream, his voice is as sad as a crow, although he can't kill, but he makes everyone submissive, and he doesn't dare to get close to him within ten zhang, and Bai Xiaopang is mixed with a sharp sound attack from time to time.

Someone was scared to death by him!

On the periphery of the autumn wind stream, two black-clothed youths looked as indifferent as ice, and their actions were as fast as lightning.

A slightly taller man, an ink knife, the knife is fierce, vertical and horizontal, every move has the power of killing gods and slashing Buddhas, which makes people feel a chill in their hearts, the person in front of him is like an overlord, with a majestic body and arrogant eyes.

And the slightly shorter man, the sword spike is like the wind, the sword body is cold and shining, one stab and one pick, and he is determined to be shocking, a natural swordsman, with a sharp sword emperor temperament, not angry and self-assured!

The slightly shorter man, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Mo Wanfeng, this Jun Qinghan is really not a thing......" (To be continued.) )