Chapter 1852: Dispatch!

"Okay, as you said, see you in front of the white jade chair!"

After the first battle, there was actually a bit more sympathy between these two proud men who were outside the territory and were also known as princes.

After a brief conversation, the two of them left.

at the same time.

Under the Living Tree, Yuan Haoran, a disciple of the Holy Tower, was also driven away from this place by Lou Qianxue, who lost his voice.

Then, she sat down next to the living tree again.

The sacred luck in the living tree here is powerful and endless. It is a good place to absorb the sacred luck. Naturally, she will not give in.

Yuan Haoran was filled with resentment and was beyond words!

He is not Ke Qingsong!

After being bullied, he will only look for others to go crazy. He is Yuan Haoran!

Yuan Haoran, a disciple of the Holy Tower, his parents and elders are all powerful people of the Holy Tower, and his brother is one of the top geniuses among the younger generation of the Holy Tower!

In this battle for the Holy Son, the Holy Tower sent ten people, and among them, his brother was vaguely headed. How could he be willing to accept such humiliation and bullying?

Time passes slowly.

Lou Qianxue continued to practice on the Life Tree.

Ke Qingsong, whose left arm was cut off by her, acted like a mad man and suppressed the foreign talent.

Especially friends of Lou Qianxue, people who have some relationship with Lou Qianxue, Mu Zhanfeng, Lin Qingyu, Nangong Yu, Seven Swords of Tianshan, disciples of Xuanji Mansion...

Several others were robbed of their holy luck by him.

Those with low cultivation levels even had their left arms chopped off by him.

Those with high cultivation cannot suffer big losses, nor can they keep their holy luck.

Even among the Seven Swords of Tianshan, two swords suffered heavy losses. It was not until he met Jian Wushuang, the first of the Seven Swords of Tianshan, that Ke Qingsong was defeated again, and he lowered his profile a little.

But in the Holy Land, there is a vague rumor among the geniuses who participated in the battle for the Holy Son. It is said that Lou Qianxue provoked the disciples of the Holy Tower, causing crazy revenge...

The person who was close to Lou Qianxue didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this moment...

Time passes slowly, and more and more wars to plunder the Holy Luck break out...

Somewhere, in front of a lake.

"The fighting aura that erupted in two places before was the most powerful. I'm afraid they are all the geniuses of Xuantian Continent!"

"I have roughly determined the two locations where the battle broke out... How about we split up?"

"Okay! First challenge the genius of Xuantian Continent and plunder enough holy luck, then directly climb the mountain and grab the white jade chair!"

The five uninvited guests quickly divided into two groups after briefly understanding the Holy Land.

Along the way are the gloomy-looking young man in black, Jing Hang, the charming and enchanting woman in red, Mei Lian, and the ice and snow beauty Xue Ji in a white dress.

On the other side of the road are Xiao Feng, a young man with an ordinary face, gentle and elegant, with a bixiao hanging on his waist, and Murong Yi, a young man with a long sword on his back and an expressionless face.

They followed the powerful aura in the holy land, walked out of the barrier that hid themselves, and set out towards their goals...

at the same time!

Outside the Holy Gate, the light curtain that everyone was watching began to shake violently in an instant.

The stream of light was unstable, and the pictures in the holy land gathered in the stream, dissipated, gathered again, and dissipated again...

"Huh?" Everyone was surprised. No matter how stupid they were, they discovered that there was something wrong with the light curtain!

The expressions of the four powerful men in the Holy Tower were even more ugly: "Something happened in the Holy Land!"

"There are a few extra breaths... very strange breaths, damn! What's going on?"

"What's worse is that the Holy Door cannot be opened!"

"Look!" Lin Qingge, the one with the highest cultivation level among the four powerful men in the Holy Tower, used a mysterious method to maintain the picture on the light screen and stabilize it briefly.

At this time, five faces overflowed on the light screen.

Five unfamiliar faces...