Chapter 302: Quite my style

Gao Ge stopped.
Looking at the fire that was rising from the sky, he frowned.
"It's too late." When the fire disappeared, Gao Ge sighed and said.
Everyone is a stunned look.
"What happened?" Qin Yuming asked.
"Yeah, what is too late?" Meng Jing could not help but ask.
Gao Ge turned his face and looked at them. He sighed and said: "I thought about it. I took this opportunity to eat barbecue. It’s too late."
Everyone: "..."
After Chen’s past, after listening to the words of Gaoge, it was also a pity that was full of faces.
One big and one small, the eyes are on, the hero is a hero.
After a long distance, Gao Ge suddenly stopped.
He looked up and looked forward.
"A good and powerful atmosphere!" Please ask the domain name first.
"Well, and this atmosphere is still full of murderous." Meng Fang frowned.
The powerful air machine is very short-lived.
There is a feeling of flashing.
The flying star sword in the singer also gave a sword.
Then, it appeared in the hands of Gaoge.
The expression on the face of Gaoge immediately became a bit harsh.
"What's wrong? Is it dangerous?" asked Xia Wei.
Gao Ge smiled and said: "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Meng Jing asked. "You don't know how to take out the flying star sword?"
Gao Ge smiled and said: "I didn't take it out, it came out of it..."
This is also the reason why Gao Ge’s expression is grim.
For the first time, this is the first time that the Flying Star Sword is not under its control.
It used to be taken out by himself.
"Is this stunned?" Gao Ge smiled.
I am eager to try and want to fight?
Then you have to see how big your master is!
What if the other party is a master?
Your master has to be cool in the past!
He followed the flying star sword and continued on.
And Yue Xincheng, very tired at this time.
He didn't know what was going on, and that knife killed so many cultivators.
If you tell them, it doesn't matter to you, and you don't know if they can understand.
Yue Xincheng is a very powerful person.
This knife is not simple, he understands, but he understands that he is a very simple person.
The power of the knife is really nothing to do with myself.
Give him another chance, and he can't find the knife.
Only the knife that has just been brought to the cultivators is too shocking.
One by one, they can only round their eyes and look at Yue Xincheng, but no one dares to rush forward.
Probably because the knife has been held in the hands of Yue Xincheng, these people, there is no previous spirit of life, which also strengthened the idea before Yue Xincheng.
Previously, these people were tempted by this sword.
To be precise, it is inspired by their inner greed and killing.
It was at this time that someone came on the snow.
Very fast.
"Kid, give me the knife in my hand!" It was a middle-aged man with blood on his face. It looked like he was seriously injured, so his face looked pale and he had a long gun in his hand. Condescending, staring at Yue Xincheng.
Being stared at by the other side, Yue Xincheng also felt pressured.
"Why do you want to give it to you?" With pressure, Yue Xincheng asked curiously.
"Do you want to die?"
"I don't want to!"
"Take it to me."
"I do not."
The immortals inside and outside the pit looked at them with a look of mental retardation.
Can your special conversation be a little bit nutritious?
The middle-aged man was furious and the silver gun in his hand trembled. A hurricane swept through.
"Let's go!" A powerful voice sounded, and the fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of Yue Xincheng, and the big sleeves rose, and the hurricane instantly dissipated.
"Fire Dragon adults." Yue Xincheng shouted a scorpion.
"Go first, I will deal with him." After the fire dragon finished this sentence, he plundered the gunman.
"I really want to see, where can you go!" The fire dragon shouted, and the punch fell, and the fists whistled.
Yue Xincheng took a long knife and stepped back a little. The immortals, staring at him with greedy eyes.
"Hey, do you want to take the knife?" Yue Xincheng sneered.
A group of cultivators took a step forward.
The gentle girl wants to help, but she is pulled by the sister.
"Sister, we can't help much..." The sister whispered.
"My cap is made by him." The soft girl bit her lip and said helplessly.
"what?"
"Sister, why are you so careless!"
"Sister, you..."
The gentle girl did not say much, but rushed to the side of Yue Xincheng.
"I can't bear to die?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.
"Oh." The gentle girl snorted and was too lazy to take care of him.
"However, we can't die." Yue Xincheng said confidently.
The gentle girl looked at him a little strangely.
See, is this kid deliberately hiding the strength before this kid?
Otherwise, how can you be so confident now?
She just wanted to ask questions, but she saw Yue Xincheng suddenly shouted, "Boss, help!"
Gentle girl: "..."
On the edge of the pit, Gao Ge smiled and looked at Yue Xincheng.
"Do you know that I am coming?"
Yue Xincheng touched his head.
"The fire dragon has come, will the boss be far behind?" At this moment, Yue Xincheng was transformed into a literary youth, and the style was not lost.
Gao Ge stood straight and stood tall. Looking at the cultivators in the deep pit, the flying star sword in his hand was inserted in the snow in front of him.
"Move my brother, kill!"
A group of people face each other.
Yue Xincheng was moved to cry.
"Is it by you alone?" said a disciple of Jianshan Jianzong who was not convinced.
"Of course." Gao Ge smiled.
The members of the Dragon Pavilion behind him and the students of Xiu Xian College came one by one.
"Look, we have a lot of people," Gao said with a smile.
Yue Xincheng opened his mouth and smiled like a fat man with two hundred pounds.
Yue Xincheng turned his face and looked at the gentle girl. He chuckled and said, "I told you before, my boss is very good?"
When he finished, he reached out and held the arm of the gentle girl: "I will take you away!"
The gentle girl screamed at God and didn't even think about getting rid of his hand.
Like a puppet, he was led by Yue Xincheng and walked forward.
Those who cultivated the immortals, if they were chilling, even involuntarily gave the two people a way.
Gao Ge looked at Yue Xincheng and said: "I have quite a demeanor!"
Meng Jing’s hand was immediately screwed on his arm.
"You are envious?"
"Hey, it hurts, it hurts to die..." Gao Ge’s face muscles slammed.
"Hey, that woman is also good, but what about Su Shi?" Meng Jing began to worry about others.