Chapter 92: Stormy 8

Today, it seems that these people really want not the life of Emperor Tianchen, but Xuanyuan's head.
"The skin is dark and tall, not the person of my Tianchen country." The autumn mark reveals the masked assassin on the dead body, and squats down.
Tianchen people are generally of medium build, not as tall as the people in front of them. Such a figure can be seen as a person of Tianchenguo at a glance, and such a figure is common among other six countries.
Isn’t the person of Tianchenguo, is it from other countries? Suddenly, the brows suddenly wrinkled and turned to look at Xuanyuan Che.
On the contrary, Xuanyuan Che did not have much reaction. Seeing Haoyue staring at him, when he raised his eyebrows and sneered, "There are many people who want my life in this world."
When the words came out, the moon suddenly became clear. Xuanyuan Che was so good. A solitary night could make Aoyun jump to the first big country for a few years. A Xuanyuan Che could also make Tianchen rise to the countries.
This is a big danger, not for your own use, then there is only strangulation.
There can be anyone in Tianchen, but there is no Xuanyuan Che. The threat of this person to the surrounding countries is too great.
Therefore, today is a good opportunity. The ancestral system of Tianchen is not a secret in the countries.
Reaching out the hand of Xuanyuan Che, he looked up at the moon: "Not afraid."
Xuanyuan Chewen suddenly laughed and laughed, and the same arrogant way: "If I am afraid, I can't live today." Looking at the world, he is afraid of who is coming.
"Well, my Royal Highness, the Three Emperors, we will go back and say." Murong invincible, after all, is old and heavy, and now the channel.
Since it is assassination of Xuanyuan, it is not safe here.
Xuanyuan Che nodded, pulled through the moon, and handed the guards who had been injured in front of him and could not climb up.
The surrounding autumn marks and so on have also begun to be reorganized.
"Oh." Just in this mouth, suddenly there was a sound of broken air in the quiet jungle. A few rods of baby-sized iron flew toward Xuanyuan.
"The built-in toxic smoke, closed the gas, be careful." Murong invincible glanced at his face and suddenly changed his face.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Che recognized the weapon, and his face sank. He grabbed the Guards and Haoyue, and his body flicked back.
He stood on the top of the mountain, and this retreat was immediately set on the edge of the cliff.
The foot was still not standing. The squadron, who was seriously injured, suddenly had a waist. When he turned back, he slammed into the chest of Xuanyuan and Qiuyue. The palms were dark and mixed with the inner strength of the thick and the Poison.
spy.
The three people are close to each other, and this one can force the palm of the mountain to be a real one...
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