Chapter 698: We may die

Millions of horses.
Move with every movement.
It was not necessary for so many people to hunt down a child.
But because of Shen Zhenyi's intervention, this matter became subtle.
As if you can hear the booming horseshoe sound, as if you can sense the murderous sky.
"Do you know that we might die?"
One day Yuan Shan sang the song, and glanced back inadvertently, and then hesitated to say to Miss Yuan.
Miss Yuan rolled her eyes and covered Xuan Yan's ears: "You don't scare the child."
Even her, she could feel the murderous intent behind. How many people did Xuantian City send to hunt down Xuanjia ’s last orphan? In other words, what was wrong with Xuanjia that he was besieged by the world.
Miss Yuan didn't know.
She was just a little bit remorseful.
This situation was beyond her imagination, and she did not know how to face it, but it was not her intention to drag Shen Sangong in.
They may die.
Yuan Shan pierced the window paper, which made her panic and guilty.
The performance was indifferent.
There is nothing to lose without fear, even if it is just a teenager.
"It has nothing to do with you."
He pushed Miss Yuan's hand away.
"If you are really in desperation, you can leave me to escape. I believe that even my grandfather will not blame you."
Survival is instinct. These unreliable friends are willing to help him. No matter what their original purpose was, to accompany him to this point, the publicity will not say anything, and will only be grateful.
Grandpa taught him not to demand too much of others, and remember how well others treat themselves.
"What are you talking about, since I have been entrusted to you by Master Xuan, I will send you to the place anyway."
Miss Yuan felt pitiful and touched the child's head.
Although the performance is usually like a little adult, it is not easy to approach, but deep down, after all, it is a child who is sad and scared because of losing his family.
"me too."
Yuan Shan coughed, but his eyes turned to Shen Zhenyi and his party fluttering forward.
Some of them were weird, as if they didn't feel anything, and they continued to move forward. In the past few days, there was no fear or excitement about the coming of the war.
Are they not afraid of death, or are they too confident in their strength?
Shen Sangong's swordsmanship may be really unfathomable.
But in the face of thousands of troops, manpower is sometimes poor.
Why die in vain?
"Will they leave first?"
Although the announcement had no favor with Shen Zhenyi, the three young ladies and sisters all treated him well.
Since it is already a mortal situation.
"That's too late"
Yuan Shan sighed.
"At least it's too late today."
Murderous, like a snake, moving up his spine.
Someone was already at the door.
"Go ahead and let them go if they can survive."
He stopped and pulled out the strange sword behind him.
Like a flame, like a sword of a snake, swimming in the palm of his hand.
His blade even hissed, as if he had encountered a strong cobra.
The protagonist looked pale and clung to Miss Yuan's hand.
The man who has been killed has arrived.
"Why did they stop?"
Chu Huoluo turned her head and looked at Yuanshan in surprise.
Shen Zhenyi carelessly said: "Some people have caught up, nothing, just outposts, no masters."
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Murder is all over the world, but to him, it's just like drizzle in spring.
The next battle was much harder and more tragic than the first day.
Since Master said so, Chu Huoluo didn't care much. Or the Lord of Longjun was worried and asked, "Would we like to help?"
Yuan Shan stood alone in the middle of the road, sometimes coughing a few times.
"He can handle it."
Shen Zhenyi's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he sighed softly: "Someone always has his fate, and his glory should not be taken away by us."
Some swordsmanship and some swordsman are destined to shine.
But if the time is missed, it may be dim in the long river.
This is the highlight moment of Yuan Shan.
He stands in the middle of the road.
The heart is like water.
Sword like fire.
The scenes of the past flowed through his mind.
Learn swords, use swords, kill people.
He has been struggling and working hard, and seems to have no luck in his life.
Meeting the kind old man was the only warmth he encountered.
It was a bowl of warm white porridge that gave him the continuation of his life; it was a sincere encouragement that gave him courage to continue; it was a broken scroll that gave his sword direction and soul.
-Maybe the other party has no plans, or maybe just a casual laid-up.
But for Yuan Shan, this warm embers is enough to illuminate the rest of his life.
"It won't last long anyway."
He laughed at himself.
Jianguang skyrocketed!
Sword fire is like a dragon, soaring into the sky.
"Someone is challenging us."
Not far behind him, a group of people in gold clothes laughed endlessly.
Xuanjia hundred-footed worms died and were not stiff. At this time, there were masters who died for them.
But what's the use?
The gold shirts will be exquisite, this time, it must be the first beheading demonstration, proving their power in Xuantian City.
This pursuit has long become a competition in which the forces of all parties show their strength.
"kill him."
Gold shirt master closed his eyes and waved his hand gently.
He didn't need to do it himself.
The only thing to consider is Shen Sangong on the throne of crystal. This man is mysterious and cannot be ignored. Both the big-sleeved hand Kong Ying and the black gold elder both suffered losses in his hands. To deal with him, he naturally had to rely on a master to pile him up.
As for the unknown man praying in arms, let him ask for kindness!
"kill!"
The killers no longer hide their traces, chasing forward, just like a golden torrent, the light of God gathers in one place, and turns into a light and shadow, like a monster that picks and strikes. When confronted, it will engulf everything. !!
Only one person can stop them.
One sword.
A man who is dying very fast, has a twisted sword, a snake that snakes like a snake.
No one doubts the result.
Only Shen Zhenyi smiled.
Although he did not look back, he nodded slightly.
"This son, the day of fame comes to me."
brush!
In the face of the impact of the Golden Shirts, Yuan Shan laughed loudly. He did not stand on the ground waiting for defense, but was like a pebbled stone, like a leaf boat rushing towards a huge tide.
--attack!
Suddenly, the flesh dissipated, and Shenguang turned into countless pythons, twisted and tangled, and flung fiercely at the fire and blood on the opposite side.
The python twisted, his eyes bleed, and there were cracks in the top of his head. It looked terrible!