#1922 Broad Cold Return (1)

But no matter how hard he tried, the swollen eyes could only be opened a little.

Xuanzun looked at him coldly, "I'll wait.

Whether it is the speed of reaction or the ability to fight, it is too weak. There are still eight mistakes in Xuantian swordsmanship, Xuan Ting, you have disappointed me too much.

I hope that next time you come over, you can show the strength that makes me face up. "

Xuan Ting was like a deflated ball, paralyzed on the back of the dark unicorn and motionless.

Yun Qingyan looked at each other a few times, this attitude...not like a big brother, but like a strict father.

After a few people left, Xuanzun changed from standing to sitting.

He leaned against a broken tree and covered his waist, "Hey... It's really improved a lot."

However, before he could rest enough, a huge shadow in the sky came with a strong breath.

He immediately stood up and mobilized the little remaining Xingyuan force for defense.

Eyes looked up to the sky vigilantly, "Who?"

I saw a blue sky, and a majestic giant wolf was suspended in the air.

The whirlwind is wrapped under the four feet, and the fur is thick and blue, and the two pairs of wings up to 30 feet long behind him are flapping, and it can bring the whirlwind every time.

This wolf seems a little familiar.

A trace of familiarity appeared in Xuanzun's heart, and he looked at the wolf king again.

Above the huge wolf king's head, stood a man dressed in black.

The long black hair was blown by the strong wind, and the handsome and sharp face exuded a chill that was hard to look at.

It's like - an unsheathed sword!

"It's you?!" Xuanzun narrowed his eyes!

At the beginning, in addition to the girl who fought against him, another boy with a sharp breath also impressed him deeply.

My sister just left and my brother came? Are you supposed to be siblings?

Guanghan looked down at the person below with sharp and sharp eyes, raised his right hand, "Floating life!"

"Shhhhh!"

Tens of thousands of glowing long swords formed in the air, and the swords rotated, exuding a chilling aura.

"Go." Guang Han's right hand dropped.

Several flying swords fell in unison.

"Boom boom boom!" The explosion sounded incessantly.

A puff of smoke dissipated, and the trees that had been devastated and crooked, now not even the roots of the original trees were left.

The flying sword's attack range is too wide, causing Xuanzun to escape, and he can only hold up the field to resist.

At this time, there was a tattered round shield on his body, and there were still several marks of being shot through on the shield. Xuanzun was lying on the ground, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He looked at the tattered shield, A wry smile rose on his face.

This shield is a divine weapon. With his current cultivation level, it can even resist the attack of the god emperor. He didn't even take it out when he was beaten by Yun Qingyan and the beasts.

But now, after just resisting a blow, the divine weapon shattered...

A gust of wind whistled past, and the huge wolf king brought the man to the ground. Xuanzun felt a sharp and sharp breath approaching.

He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked over, just in time to see a pair of bottomless dark black eyes, which seemed to contain a sharp sword intent.

The man didn't seem to expect that he was still alive. He glanced at the shield with cold eyes, flipped his right hand, and a sharp long sword that absorbed all light appeared in his hand.

"Cough cough..." Xuanzun coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, "You brothers and sisters... cough cough, even the time to come here for revenge... cough... it's the same."

When he said these words, the man's sword fell coldly.