Vol 5 Chapter 877: Double eyes...

The horrible sword was made into a number of dragons, and they bite away from the people of the Hanshan tribe. From beginning to end, the great emperor stood on the car, as if he was a king who controlled life and death, let everyone The heart is a glimpse.
After these tens of thousands of years, the current Western realm has been no longer in the realm of the West. In the eyes of many monks, the Western Queens are just a legend, and they are nothing.
Even now, with the appearance of the great emperor, many monks still do not buy their hearts. They are already free to use, and how they will be willing to be subject to a long-lost royal family.
But the means that this great emperor has shown at the moment is to make every monk secretly scared. Even many ancestors, but also the look of the future, began to think about the future situation.
In the veins of the spirit, the ancestors who had been cultivated in the middle of the heavens, as if they were not aware of the battle between heaven and earth, the old eyes fell on the towers, seemingly pondering, even the great prince The shot did not attract his attention.
What is different from him is that the dragonfly who was fighting with another Taoist monk was slightly wrinkled, and his eyes swept over the Taobao in the hands of the great emperor, and they passed through a trace of coldness.
On the battlefield of the whole chaos, because of the emergence of the second treasure, it became more chaotic.
It’s just the people of the Hanshan tribe, but they don’t have the mood to pay attention to the chaos around them. Under the attack of Daobao, they bear the brunt of it. They feel the horror of the treasure more clearly than any other person, as if it were the whole world. They are suppressing them!
Even if it is a cold sect with the peak of the road, it is also very dignified. When the mouth is low and the drink is low, the body immediately burst into a dazzling light. The whole person seems to have turned into an ice man with ice crystals. The Hanshan Star of the Hanshan tribe!
"Stars fall!!"
The voice of Hanzong fell, and the whole person suddenly jumped up. The arms seemed to contain a star, shining with glare. With the rapid fall of Hanzong, it was like a meteor. In the few dragons with swords and condensed spirits.
However, the dragon on the dragon seems to have a boulevard, and has not been suppressed by the cold of the ancestors. Instead, he bowed his head and turned his head to the cold to bite away!
boom! !
The violent roar of the rumors resounded through the heavens and the earth, and when a wave of turbulence swept out, Han Zong’s body suddenly flew out. His body, like a jade, suddenly showed a crack in the body, even the corner of his mouth. With blood spilling!
"The patriarch!"
"father!"
Seeing the cold sect, the people of the Hanshan tribe exclaimed, and the pretty face of the cold linger was a deep worry.
"I'm fine, don't come over there!"
Hanzong waved his hand and stopped the footsteps of the Hanshan tribe. When the voice fell, the whole person's breath was crazy, and the body was flashing. As his foot stepped out, his figure was a swell. In a twinkling of an eye, it turned into a dozens of ice crystal giants, like an iceberg!
"It's here!"
The big prince's look was cold, the faint opening, the long sword in his hand made a soft scream, and the air of a heaven and earth avenue exploded, just like the whole world, and fell to the cold sect!
Perceived the horror of the sword, the surrounding audience was scared and looked back.
Among the crowd, Luo Yang’s look was dignified, but he did not retreat with the crowd. When the foot was taken, he was ready to save.
But when Luo Yang’s figure was about to move, he suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something, and suddenly turned his head to look at the other side of the tide.
I saw that between the heavens and the earth near the tide, dozens of people were vying for the magical monks, and even the reaction did not react, they were directly swallowed by the sand tide!
After the figures of the monks disappeared into the sand, the tides of the place were restored to calm, and everything seemed to have never happened. On this chaotic battlefield, no one even noticed the disappearance of those monks. Except for Royan.
"This is in the tide... there are ghosts!"
Looking at the seemingly calm sand, Luo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the look on his face dipped to the extreme.
Combining everything that I have just seen, plus all the previous signs, there is already a bold speculation in Luo Yang’s mind.
These magic weapons are just bait!
"No matter what is behind this, this place cannot be left for a long time!"
After taking a deep breath, Luo Yang’s mind had already made a decision, and when he turned around, a roar was already suddenly blown up in the battlefield.
boom! ! !
Like the bang of the landslide, the sound of all the monks reverberated. When the mind of all the monks was shocked, from the terrible roaring center, a body was swept out by the aftermath, and a heavy squat on the ground revealed a paleness. The face is awesome!
"Even... even the peak of the peak has been lost?!"
"It’s a treasure, I’m afraid it’s a Taoist-level figure, and it’s a little trouble!!

"Then their Hanshan tribe is afraid that it will be a big disaster..."
After seeing the heavy-stricken Hanzong, the people around the crowd were all shaking. Many of the monks looked at the eyes of the Hanshan tribe, and they were full of gloating.
The people of the Hanshan tribe are also a look of fear. It seems that they did not expect that the cold sects with the peaks of the roads will be so easily defeated.
Han Linger first rushed out, wanting to lift the cold, but when she was approaching, the four dragons were already pulling the car out, the big emperor in the car looked cold and looked away from the body of the cold child. When sweeping, raising your hand is a sword, no hesitation!
Seeing this scene, the people of the Hanshan tribe are all stunned. The four quasi-monks who are fighting with the Sergeant of the Golden Armor also want to get out of the rescue, but they are blocked by the Golden Sergeant. .
But when the Jianguang was about to fall, a blood spurted out of the mouth of the cold linger, and it fell on the sapphire. The mellow orb was immediately radiant, like a barrier, protecting her with Han Zong. .
Hey!
The crisp cracking sounds immediately after the sound of the jewels is dim, and the sword is quickly dissipated. Even so, it is still a spurt of blood in the mouth of the cold, and even a blood mark appears on the snow neck.
"The magic weapon is good, but your repair is too low. It can only be regarded as a treasure in your hands."
The voice of the great prince was indifferent, and the calm opening was another sword.
Looking at the screaming swordsmanship, the look of the cold lingering child despair, a pair of beautiful eyes slowly closed, but suddenly there was a familiar figure.
"Is it an illusion..." Han Linger smiled bitterly in his heart, but Luo Yang’s voice came from his ear.
"I have saved you once again..."