Chapter 422: Battle (3)

Therefore, involuntarily, Lin Shaofang sent hate to Dong Yan, and the former friendship was so vulnerable in the face of interests.
boom!
At this moment, a strong breath came from outside the hall, making Gu Ruoyun's face change instantly.
"Little night? Yes, this breath is really a small night, who is he fighting with? Grandma, let's go out and see."
When the voice fell, her figure turned into a gust of wind and quickly rushed to the door...
Under the night sky, the man's blood robe is shallow, and the silver hair is like silk. Under the momentum, his body seems to be burning with a blood-red flame. A pair of phoenixes look cold and look at the black robe man standing on the opposite side of the void.
The man was in the black robe, his forehead was cold and sweaty, his palms clasped his arms, nervous and panicked looking at the silver-haired man like the demon god, strong bloodthirsty, almost eagerly holding the hilt in his hand. live.
When did the Eastern family have such a strong person, why didn’t he hear about it? And even his own plan has not been able to show his performance and he was discovered.
"Poetry? It turned out to be him!"
Looking at the black robe who was forced to fight back by the thousands of nights, the face of the oriental father suddenly changed: "How did the poems blend into the heavens? Is it true that the guards of our oriental family are a group of waste? I didn’t even find the enemy.

However, he did not think that the silver-haired man beside his granddaughter was so powerful that the poem in front of him was like a child of a few years, and he was playing between the palms.
"Little cloud."
Qianbei Night Xu was feeling the coming person behind him, turned to look at the girl's delicate face, and groaned, asked: "Can I kill him?"
His tone is as simple as asking if I can eat.
"Shantou, is this man your friend?"
The apocalypse brow wrinkled, I don't know why, this man gave him a feeling of discomfort, as if standing in front of him would feel a suffocating feeling.
You must know that you are already a sage, and how much power the other party will make him feel this feeling.
and……
The apocalypse sages have a meal, and the old man has drawn a shrewd light.
The man’s own strength should be strong, but somehow, even he himself can’t control the power. The level of his current strength is at best only Wu Zun, but if he completely grasps all The strength, not to mention this continent, is another piece of the highest mainland and few people will be his opponents...
"The poetry? The lord of the refining sect? I don't know why the lords of the refining sect appeared here."
Gu Ruoyun sneered at his lips and his eyes were cold.
"Humph!"
There is a strong anger in the eyes of the poems, but he always bites his teeth without saying a word. The eyes are full of ridicule and disdain, just like Gu Ruoyun is not qualified to ask him questions.
"Don't you say that?" Gu Ruoyun smiled. "I believe that the Eastern family has the ability to let you say it. In the night, this person should not kill, and give him to the father. As for the final result, the Oriental family will personally dispose of it.

It is said that the emotions of the poems have gradually returned to calmness, and the face has a sardonic arc. In any case, this Eastern family is bound to gain.
"Little night, I am tired, let's go."
Gu Ruoyun yawned, and his delicate face showed a trace of exhaustion.