Chapter 4062 Supreme Summoning Order

At this time, in the southwest of Luofeng Valley, there is a thousand-mile snow-capped mountain, where snow is covered all year round and will not melt for ten thousand years. The sword and eyebrows are bright and virtuous.

"The Supreme Summoning Order of the Eagle Gate?"

He raised his head and raised the wings of the golden eagle in the sky, and a suspicious look flashed in his eyes.

"Come on!"

Suddenly, he shouted in a deep voice.

A white figure flashed and appeared out of nowhere. It had already appeared not far behind the person in white, bowed and saluted:

"Sect Master!"

The black-haired middle-aged man did not turn his head, and said lightly:

"Find out what happened, Shenyingmen has not issued the Supreme Summoning Order for ten years, something major has happened!"

"Yes!"

This person is no nonsense, he responded, and his body disappeared again in a flash, as if he had never appeared.

"Come on!"

Suddenly, the black-haired middle-aged man shouted again in a deep voice.

At this time, another white voice appeared in the open space, salutes the middle-aged black-haired man:

"Sect Master!"

The voice was clear and crisp, and the person covered in white robes was obviously a young woman.

"Prepare the ship, let's go and see!"

The black-haired middle-aged man said lightly.

"Sect Master, don't you wait for the news?"

The woman in white robe asked.

The black-haired middle-aged man said with a handsome smile on his face:

"Don't wait, this land has been silent for a long time, and I finally had a little fun to go and see who is offending Shenyingmen again. I don't think we can save it!"

"It's the sect master, I'll arrange it right away!"

The white-robed woman responded.

Then, with a wave of the white robe, a gust of snow was aroused, but the person disappeared without a trace in an instant as the snow fell.

Clang!

Suddenly, the black-haired middle-aged man had a long knife overflowing with cold light in his hand. His fingers gently touched the long and narrow blade, and the long knife seemed to vibrate spiritually.

A trace of tenderness flashed in the eyes of the black-haired middle-aged man, as if he was stroking his lover's body, and muttered:

"Xueyin, you haven't fought hard for a long time. Maybe this time, you will be able to fight with all your strength, and you will be able to know the wind-shocked sword. Let's see how much progress he has made over the years!"

hum!

The long knife vibrated like a tiger's roar and a lion's roar, and the sound shook the snow-capped mountain, as if the entire snow-capped mountain trembled in an instant, and the snow in the sky became more dense.

This person is Damo, the master of Han Daomen, a high-level powerhouse in the realm of the law. He has a very cold ice blade technique with one hand. He leads Handaomen and is the biggest competitor of Shenyingmen. to what cheap!

Han Daomen’s income is better than lack of people, so there are not many people in the door, but most of them are elites, while Shenyingmen has a wide range of helpers, reaching 100,000 people at one time, and there are not many strong people.

The two sides have one elite soldier and many people, and no one can do anything for a while, so the more and more hatreds are gathered, the one who has the opportunity will not let go of the opportunity to fall into the stone.

Now watching Shenyingmen issue the Supreme Summoning Order, it is obvious that Shenyingmen is in conflict with people, and it is very likely that the strength is not weak. How can he not participate in this situation.

A minute later, several bow warships flew from the snow-capped mountains, and the strong speed rolled up the snow in the sky, making a roar and disappearing into the snow-capped mountains.

The snow-capped mountains are further south, a distance of 100,000 miles. It is close to the sea, and with the sea, there is water, so the green here is much better, and people's lives can be better, and the population density is much higher than inland.

There is a big city by the sea. There are millions of people gathered in the city. The first-class surging is very lively. In the crowd, there is a white-haired and white-clothed young man with a cold expression, walking on the street.

However, it seems that no one can see him. Every step he takes, he collapses a hundred meters, flashing in the crowd, and his consciousness sweeps, as if he is looking for something!