Chapter 302

Gao Ge stopped.

Looking at the fire that soared into the sky, he frowned.

"It's too late." When the fire light disappeared, Gao Ge said with a sigh.

Everyone was at a loss.

"Did something happen?" Qin Yuming asked.

"Yeah, why is it too late?" Meng Jing couldn't help asking.

Gao Ge turned to look at them, sighed and said, "At first, I was thinking of taking this opportunity to barbecue, but now it's too late."

Everyone: "..."

After hearing Gao Ge's words, Chen Xiang was also full of regret.

One big and one small, eyes meet, heroes cherish heroes.

After walking a certain distance, Gao Ge suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

"What a powerful breath!" Please domain name said first.

"Well, and there is a strong murderous aura in this breath." Meng Fang frowned and said.

That powerful air mechanism exists for a short time.

There is a fleeting feeling.

The Flying Star Sword in Gao Ge's body also let out a sword groan.

Then, it appeared in Gao Ge's hands.

The expression on Gao Ge's face immediately became a little stern.

"What's wrong? Is it dangerous?" Xia Lu asked.

Gao Ge smiled bitterly: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Meng Jing asked, "Don't you see why you took out the Flying Star Sword?"

Gao Ge smiled bitterly: "I didn't take it out, it came out by itself..."

This is also the reason why Gao Ge had a serious expression just now.

For such a long time, this was the first time that the Flying Star Sword appeared out of his control.

He used to take it out by himself.

"Is this unbearable?" Gao Ge smiled wryly.

Excited to try and want to fight?

Then you have to see how capable your master is!

What if the other party is a master?

Your master has to be cool in the past too!

He pressed the Flying Star Sword and continued to move forward.

As for Yue Xincheng, he was very tired right now.

He didn't know what happened, but that knife killed so many immortal cultivators.

If I tell them that it has nothing to do with me, I don't know if they can understand it.

Yue Xincheng is a very predictable person.

This knife is not simple, he understands, but he understands that he is a very simple person.

The power of that knife really has nothing to do with him.

Give him another chance, and he won't be able to cut that knife.

It's just that the knife just now gave those immortal cultivators too much shock.

One by one, they could only widen their eyes and look at Yue Xincheng, but none of them dared to rush forward.

Probably because the knife was already in Yue Xincheng's hands, these people no longer had the spirit of recklessness they had before, which also strengthened Yue Xincheng's previous thoughts.

Previously, these people were bewitched by this sword.

To be precise, it was their inner greed and killing intent that were aroused.

At this time, someone came on the snow again.

Extremely fast.

"Boy, give me the knife in your hand!" It was a middle-aged man, his body was covered with blood, and he looked like he had been seriously injured, so that his face looked a little pale. He held a long gun in his hand, Condescending, staring at Yue Xincheng.

Being stared at by the other party, Yue Xincheng also felt a lot of pressure.

"Why did I give it to you?" Under pressure, Yue Xincheng asked curiously.

"Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to!"

"Then give it to me."

"I don't."

The immortal cultivators inside and outside the big pit all looked at them with eyes that looked at them as mentally handicapped.

Can your fucking conversations be a little nutritious?

The middle-aged man was furious, and with a tremor of the silver gun in his hand, a gust of wind swept over.

"Get out of the way!" A thick and powerful voice sounded, and the fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of Yue Xincheng, with his sleeves raised, the wind dissipated instantly.

"Master Huolong." Yue Xincheng shouted.

"Let's go first, I'll deal with him." After Huolong said this, he rushed towards the man with the gun.

"I really want to see where you can go!" Huolong shouted, and dropped his fist, the wind howling like thunder.

Holding the long knife, Yue Xincheng stepped back slightly, and those cultivators stared at him with greedy eyes again.

"Hey, you guys want to grab the knife too?" Yue Xincheng sneered.

A group of cultivators stepped forward.

Girl Qingrou wanted to step forward to help, but was held back by her junior sister.

"Senior sister, we can't help much..." the junior sister said in a low voice.

"My veiled hat was made by him." Qingrou bit her lip and said helplessly.

"What?"

"Senior sister, why are you so careless!"

"Junior Sister, you..."

Miss Qingrou didn't say anything, but rushed to Yue Xincheng's side.

"You don't want me to die?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

"Hmph." The soft girl snorted coldly, and didn't bother to talk to him.

"However, none of us will die." Yue Xincheng said confidently.

The soft girl looked at him in surprise.

See, this kid deliberately hid his strength before?

Otherwise, how could it be possible to be so confident now?

Just as she was about to ask a question, Yue Xincheng suddenly yelled, "Boss, help!"

Qingrou girl: "..."

On the edge of the pit, Gao Ge looked at Yue Xincheng with a smile.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Yue Xincheng touched his big head.

"The fire dragon has come, can the boss be far behind?" At this moment, Yue Xincheng was completely transformed into a literary youth, coquettish yet profound.

Gao Ge stood up straight, condescending, looking at the immortal cultivators in the deep pit, the flying star sword in their hands was stuck on the snow in front of them.

"Whoever touches my brother, kill!"

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yue Xincheng was so moved that he was about to cry.

"Only you?" A disciple of Xiaoshan Sword Sect said unconvinced.

"Of course not." Gao Ge smiled.

Behind him, the members of the Dragon Pavilion and the students of Xiuxian Academy came up one by one.

"Look, there are quite a few of us." Gao Ge said with a smile.

Yue Xincheng grinned like a fat man of two hundred catties.

Yue Xincheng turned his face, looked at Qingrou girl, smiled lightly, and said, "I told you before, my boss is awesome, right?"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Qing Rou's arm: "I'll take you away!"

Qing Rou was stunned for a moment, but she didn't even think about breaking free from his hand.

Like a puppet on a string, he was led by Yue Xincheng and walked forward.

Those cultivators kept silent one by one, and even involuntarily gave way to the two of them.

Gao Ge looked at Yue Xincheng and sighed, "It's quite my demeanor!"

Meng Jing's hand was immediately twisted on his arm.

"Are you envious?"

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Gao Ge's face twitched violently.

"Hmph, that girl looks good too, but what about Su Hui?" Meng Jing began to worry about others.