Chapter 445: Old thing

Su Changhe retracted his palm and looked up at Wushuang: "Are you going to intervene?"
Wushuang smiled: "Uncle Su and I are also fellow travelers. We came to Apocalypse City together, and of course I want to leave Apocalypse City together. What's more, I belong to the White King and you belong to the Crimson King. Today you made it clear that If I want to kill everyone and become the emperor, am I not normal to intervene?"
Su Changhe frowned and said: "All you want to fight with me?"
"I also saw your palm technique just now. At that moment, you were almost stronger than Luo Qingyang before entering the Profound Realm. Fighting me with you wouldn't be a big advantage. Let's go to the sky and walk on each side. I'll take the people away, how about going to your Royal Highness the Scarlet King?" Wushuang suggested.
Su Changhe frowned and thought about it, then looked at Wushuang carefully. Suddenly sneered: "I almost fell in love with you."
Wushuang was taken aback, and the flying sword in the box shook slightly.
Su Changhe suddenly violent, jumped to the front of Wushuang, and smashed the eaves under Wushuang's feet. Wushuang held the sword box and retreated suddenly, pulling up Su Muyu's collar with one hand, holding the sword box in one hand, and then moving back.
The six flying swords flew towards Su Changhe above at the same time, but they were slapped back into the sword box by Su Changhe.
The trembling stopped suddenly, and the flying sword in the sword box was silent.
No double-sided color is pale, and his hands tremble slightly.
"It seems that Luo Qingyang has caused you more injuries than expected." Su Changhe sneered, "Now you can't even evoke twelve flying swords at the same time, let alone Daming Suzaku. What are you using to negotiate terms with me."
Su Muyu whispered: "Wushuang, you leave first, don't care about me."
"Uncle Su, you are a killer, but what you are saying now is really like a respectable disciple. You go first and leave me alone! Uncle Su, you can rest." Wushuang smiled.
Su Muyu said solemnly: "When he was not joking, he was already murderous. If you don't leave, we will both die here."
"Bah. How come Wushuang is also a little sword fairy, I will die here at a young age? Not dead!" Wushuang said angrily, "It's a big deal!"
"Su Changhe." A naive voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.
Even Su Changhe, who slowly walked forward, stopped.
A little book boy with a bookcase on his back, a boy with a sword.
"This is Su Changhe." The boy said slowly.
The little book boy nodded: "It's the Su Changhe who killed our master."
Qingcheng Mountain, Feixuan, Li Fansong.
Su Changhe's pupils tightened slightly: "Are you the two apprentices of Zhao Yuzhen?"
Wushuang patted Su Muyu on the shoulder: "Uncle Su, we are saved."
Su Muyu tapped a few large acupuncture points on his body, took out the gold wound medicine from his arms and sprinkled it on the wound, temporarily stopping the injury, he said helplessly: "You didn't look like you can handle it just now. The appearance of the assistant being saved is really a bit of a loss for you as a little sword fairy."
"Uncle, you will mock others until you die. I thought you were a stone." Wushuang joked.
Su Muyu smiled bitterly: "I haven't been saved yet, will the two of them be Su Changhe's opponents?"
Fei Xuan lightly drew a talisman seal in front of him, the talisman flashed a light and disappeared, and then a lion roar suddenly came from Feixuan's hand.
I saw a lion phantom that was nearly two people tall suddenly appeared there.
Taiyi Lion Art!
"Go!" Feixuan waved his hand, and the lion phantom swooped at Su Changhe.
Li Fansong also leaped forward, his long sword flashed with a clear light.
"The sixth famous Jian Qingxiao in the world." Wushuang's eyes flashed with awe.
Li Fansong stabbed a sword, suddenly turned into ten swords, and hundreds of swords and thousands of swords, and stab at Su Changhe.
Qingcheng Mountain, who inherited the supreme Taoist Feixuan, and Li Fansong, who inherited peerless swordsmanship, joined forces for the first time after their respective penances!
Thunder shaking.
At that moment, Su Changhe almost had an illusion, feeling that the dead Zhao Yuzhen seemed to be alive again, and he stood in front of him again, wielding that peerless swordsmanship and the heavenly Taoism!
"Broken!" Su Changhe shouted violently and pushed out a palm.
Wushuang smiled: "It seems that you are not as relaxed as you thought."
Just now, Su Changhe suddenly fell into his mind and defeated Su Muyu who had used a real sword, but that moment still caused him a certain amount of backlash. The combination of Li Fansong and Feixuan might really kill him. Su Muyu subconsciously reached out to take the sword, but found that all the swords had been interrupted.
On the eaves not far away, a person fell down and looked at this side coldly.
Chi Wang Mansion.
Minghou and Wuchan finally stepped into the backyard.
At this moment, the Red King's Mansion was in sharp contrast with the Apocalyptic City outside. It was very quiet, and it was a little frightening. The soldiers from the mansion gathered in the front yard, seemingly waiting for orders. Minghou and Wuchan sneaked into the backyard quietly.
Minghou looked at the surrounding scene and frowned: "I have been here before."
Wu Chan was taken aback: "So, Yue Ji and Wu Xin may really be here."
"Of course you have been here." A cold voice sounded, and the pale ghost doctor walked into the courtyard and looked at both of them, "Minghou, long time no see."
Minghou looked at him and shook his head: "I don't know you."
"I was surprised that you recovered your memory. Although you are not a perfect work, it is my first gift to His Royal Highness. But it doesn't matter. Now I am stronger than then. I can You get better." Ye Crow smiled at Minghou and stretched out his hand.
"It seems that he changed the original you like this." Wu Chan said solemnly.
Minghou put the giant knife in his hand on the ground: "Where is Yueji?"
"Yue Ji." Ye Crow whispered.
A woman as beautiful as the moonlight came out of the room, wearing a purple shirt, with no expression on her face, her eyes empty, and she seemed to have lost her mind.
"It's a shame that I can only make her like this." Ye Crow grinned at Minghou, "but don't worry. She is the woman that His Royal Highness looks after. She has a good time with me. "
"You!" Minghou yelled violently, drew his sword and angered, and slashed at Ye Crow.
Ye Crow did not lift his head, and took Yue Ji a step back slightly. Four men in purple clothed with swords, spears, swords, halberds and different weapons rushed out of the house. The gunman rushed to the front and shot Minghou with one shot. Went back.
Ye Crow looked at these four people with satisfaction in his eyes: "Xiao Se has four of his guardians, so I made four for myself. They are perfect, at least much better than Minghou you."