Chapter 701: Come back

Hu Hanxie was out of anger.
He also saw it wrong.
The Gold Shirt Killer has suffered a lot of damage, but until now, it has not been able to make further progress.
This was completely different from what he expected.
"Meet the Lord"
His elders began to hesitate, "It's been too long."
The gold shirt will do its best, almost killing one person by a thousand people, but in the face of the sword-like swordsmanship, you can't go any further.
Obviously felt that the other party was about to fall down soon, but he just was able to continue to stand up somehow.
If you go on like this, you are showing jokes.
The more gloomy Hu Hanxie's face turned, there was nothing he could do.
-He has also shot and failed to change the battle.
It's not just their family who besieged the Xuan family.
He looked around, the mountains were soaring, the echoes echoed, as if they were laughing at them.
"They should all be here."
If this continues, it will be a farce.
"withdraw."
The gold shirt will take the initiative.
There are many losses and no achievements, and the other third son, Shen Sangong, has never made a shot-until the origin of this unknown swordsman is known, it is really not suitable to continue fighting.
The gold shirt will kill the killer and not be afraid of death, but after all, he is killed by this weird sword method. Before, the master would not speak, of course, no one dared to retreat. Now the Lord is scared to command, just like ebb tide, and retreat in an instant. If it weren't for the blood and corpse left behind, nothing would have happened.
Cough cough
Yuan Shan suddenly relaxed, his sword stunned, his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his cough was dark.
Around him, corpses swept across the wild.
In this battle, Yuanshan, a "sick sword fairy", became famous all at once.
One thousand masters will be dispatched by the Golden Shirt, failing to cross the front line of Yuanshan's sword, 109 people will be killed, and numerous injuries will be caused.
The world is shocked!
It was originally thought that the only obstacle to hunting down the orphan of Xuan Family was that Shen Zhenyi, who was known as the Great Swordsman. He did not expect that he would kick the iron shirt before he shot.
"Sick Sword Fairy Mountain? What kind of character is this? How can he not use the Qianlong in the Nine Secret Swords?"
"Does he have anything to do with the assassination of Lord Yuan?
"Anyway, this man has blocked the Golden Shirt with a sword, and he has become famous all over the world."
"Unfortunately, even if he is more powerful, he will still die."
Guarding the blood of Xuan family, this is a dying road.
Whether it is the rumored swordsman, or the newly rising sick sword fairy. The fact that the gold shirts will come back does not mean that they will give up on this. When they make a comeback, they will certainly be more terrible and ruinous.
What's more-to deal with them, it's not just the Golden Shirts.
"It's dark."
Yuan Shan was bathed in blood, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling.
He walked to the frightened proclaimer and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go forward for a while and then find a place to rest."
Every wound was hurting.
Consumption after puppetry made him even more dizzy.
-But it is not over yet.
Xuan Boss's entrustment is to allow him to return to his hometown.
It is still too early for them.
auzw.com "Are you okay?"
Miss Yuan was stunned and asked anxiously.
"It's all right!"
Yuan Shan pretended to be chic: "The injury I have suffered is a hundred times worse than this."
He picked up the show with one hand and ran forward, grinning his teeth and grinning: "I thought the killer in the gold shirt would have three heads and six arms. I never thought it was just a pustule in a wine bag!"
Looking at Yuanshan passing by, Chu Huoluo was quite admired: "This man is not bragging."
Being able to fight one sword at a time, never retreating, no matter how the swordsmanship is, this spirit of loyalty and vigor makes people appreciate.
"More to see."
Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly, patted the handrail of the crystal throne, and said casually: "Leave."
Now that you have promised Miss Yuan, even if this road is the stage of Yuan Shan, you must calmly follow.
After all, for the three disciples, this is also a spiritual journey.
This battle was fierce, although the time consuming was not long, but it was also approaching twilight. When they completely walked out of the and killing air, the sky was black.
The moon's eyes hang in the middle of the sky, the old woman in the forest screams, the mist is blurred, the trees are full of shadows, and the eerie is terrifying.
Declaring in the end is a child, now leaning on Yuan Shan's shoulders, and frowning slightly into the dreamland.
Yuan Shan was afraid to wake him up and slowed down.
"Let's find a place to stay."
This may seem like a wild country, but after all, it is within the scope of Xuantian City, and a powerful tide of beasts is blocked out. They do not need to worry about the beast attack at night, but in any case, they must rest.
"There is a ruined temple five miles ahead."
Shen Zhenyi closed his eyes as if walking through it, and was familiar with the path.
Five miles of land, for the master of the realm of God and man, can be reached in an instant.
Yuan Shan's spirit was shaking, his body fluttered, he rushed for a few steps, and he opened his eyes to take a closer look. Sure enough, among the mountains, the pale wall of an ancient temple appeared.
The eaves tilted and the plaque was skewed.
It seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
"Just right"
Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and it was not convenient to provoke innocent people. The abandoned ancient temple with this kind of shelter was the best place to stay.
He sensed that there was no one in the temple, holding the announcement and heading straight up from the main entrance.
"Iron sill temple."
Miss Yuan noticed that the plaque had been broken. The name was strange and she had never heard anyone mention it. But somehow, there was a raging pressure on her face, making her feel shivering.
She didn't dare to watch more, and worried about the announcement, she followed Yuanshan into the temple.
When I saw Yuanshan looking for a pile of hay, he put the sound of sleeping on the haystack, and then he groaned. He sat down against the incense case in front of the idol, took out the medicine from his arms, applied it internally and externally, The wound was terrible.
Shen Zhenyi looked at the plaque in the ruined temple, hesitated for a moment, gently flicked his sleeves, wiped away the floating ash and straightened it.
There are no people here for 800 years, and naturally there will be no incense.
The moon is cold like water.
"They really stopped here."
Not far away, several people were staring at the ruined temple.
"They don't seem confused."
Someone sneered, some people were scornful.
"The sick sword Xianyuan Mountain is already at the end of the crossbow. If you run again, you will lose your life without us. If you still want to fight, you should rest in situ in order to work."
"But he thought, would he but the enemy be the only gold shirt?"
"In this ruined temple today, no one can live, and no one wants to escape from birth!"
Several chasing troops, each under the order of killing.
The Golden Shirts called Han Xie, who was located in the northwest, with the surviving congregation, looking annoyed, staring at a person wearing a golden dragon mask.