Chapter 1393: We won 5

"We have divided three ways, and now only these are left." Jiao Sheng took a deep breath.
They were forced to turn over the Qinling Mountains.
All the way to kill, until they entered this side to stop, not being caught up.
After the soldiers and horses have experienced heavy containment, there are only so many left.
The autumn wind is cool, but at this time it is with a fiasco.
"Palace, Zheng, Yu, are they three?" After a brief silence, the eyes of Mu Sheng's amber eyes are firmly staring at the merchant, the horn, and the two holy.
Although I already have a hunch in my heart, but...
The two sacred singers of the Shangjiao glanced at each other. The red blood of the eyes was almost dripping, and they squeezed out two words from the seams of the teeth: "Death."
At the very beginning of the division, they had already received signals from the two sides.
Fall, palace, sign, feather, three holy, killed.
It was destroyed in the hands of Xuanyuan Che and He Lianyun.
The words of death fell, and there was silence.
Only the teeth that grind the teeth are very heavy and very cold.
"You also..." Turned his head and looked at the defeated soldiers behind the four saints of Jinmu, and the Shangsheng only said three words, and he could no longer say it.
I want to be on the same day, they are warships and heroes.
Stepping into the Central Plains, sweeping everything, and being invincible.
Whoever thought that today, will fall to such a situation, will fall into such a situation.
Their 200,000 male soldiers, they killed the deterrent of chickens and monkeys.
At the last moment, under the attack of Beimu and Tianchen, they turned into water.
They attacked nothing, and the noble nine sacred, actually died three, and died three.
The squeaking fist of the fist, the face of the six holy can no longer be ugly in the language.
All this turned down, all of them are Xuanyuan Che, all because of Xuanyuan Che.
"Xuanyuan Che, we will definitely get back this account, it will be."
Looking up and screaming, the sound is shaking the valley, echoing.
Under the blue sky, the anger and resentment cannot be said.
"You thought you still have this opportunity."
The sound of roaring, the mountains responded, and a cold voice suddenly interspersed and broke through the sky, as if from the nine miles.
Like a cold arrow, shoot into the hearts of everyone below.