: 981. Whoever comes, it is useless

Zhao Zhen wants to go, Yan Zhaoge did not intend to let him go, immediately catch up. Fastest update
Together with Jianguang, it seems like a long river of time runs through the void, and it sets the boundary between time and space.
The Purple Sea Swords of the Purple Tide Swords are majestic and have both offensive and defensive, but they are not known for their speed.
Yan Zhao song body shape and the cloud turned to the sky light sword in one, Jianhua Changhe, quickly chased after Zhao Zhen.
The sun is falling, Zhao Zhen avoids it, and can only pull out the purple sea sword again.
He took the shot this time and still took the defensive, trying to deal with Yan Zhao.
Seeing Zhao Zhen’s practice is similar to Yuan Xiancheng’s, Yan Zhao’s gaze moved again and said:
You, who are you waiting for?

Zhao Zhenwen said that his heart was tight.
There was a bit of an expression of urgency and helplessness on his face. Then he gradually dispersed and regained his sorrow.
"Let me guess, the person who chased me should not be so fast." Yan Zhao said: "If this is the case, then it is the same person who was waiting for you."
"Is it wrong, 'Baoyu Zhenyue' Zhang Shuren has left Fangyuanshan, is it here?"
Yan Zhao song asked casually, Zhao Zhen did not answer, but the sword became more and more stable, and the needle was hidden in the cotton.
Other Southern warriors listened, but they were all in great spirits.
"Baoyu Town Yue" Zhang Shuren, Wutong Mountain, the elders, Wu Sheng Jiuzhong, Xianqiao late realm.
The entire southern sinister world, the deepest of the South, the strongest of the few people, in the upper bounds, is also the top master of fame for many years.
Nowadays, the strongest warrior in the eastern part of the southern area of ​​the temperament of the southern region, Fengyishan Wutongpo is the principal here.
"Feng Yu" Yuan Xiancheng in front of him, but also bowed, regardless of strength or seniority, are inferior.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Zhen: "You want to drag me here, wait for Zhang Shuren to come over?"
"It is best not to use Zhang Baozhen, we will solve you." Zhao Zhen finally spoke again: "Just now, it seems that it can't."
Fang Cai, he did have a retreat, and recruited Yuan Xiancheng to evacuate first.
Staying in the green hills is not burning.
However, Yuan Xiancheng told him one thing and let Zhao Zhen finally change his mind.
Although there is no basis, Zhao Zhen chose to believe in Yuan Xiancheng.
At this moment, he looked at Yan Zhao's song with a very strange look: "Now, I really believe that you had defeated and chased the rumors of the mid-fourth Wusheng of Xianqiao in the southeastern emperor."
"There will be such a person in the world, like your strength, Miao Feifeng Jindi kneeling under the knee of the red lotus, can not match."
Zhao Zhen said with amazement: "You are the first person in the younger generation who has risen in the upper reaches of the world in recent years."
"Indus Slope says that you are from the lower bound, you can get the sun print is a coincidence, but I really doubt now, are you really in the sun in the sun?"
Yan Zhao song heard and said: "Wu Tongpo said yes, I really just got a chance to get the sun."
He spoke in his mouth, but his hand was not slow, and a sword fell, smashing the purple sea.
"The delay in the time is not necessary." Yan Zhao song said faintly: "Zhang Shuren came over and let him come over, I did not intend to avoid it, just wait for him in this Haoling Mountain."
"However, I can naturally wait for him. If you can wait, it will not be."
The fierce purple-red swords were overwhelming, making Zhao Zhen unable to parry.
He can't avoid it at this moment, he can only resist.
"We can't wait, it doesn't matter." Zhao Zhen said with a deep voice: "As long as you leave you enough."
Yan Zhao song looked at Zhao Zhen and understood its meaning.
Zhao Zhen came to Xuan Ning Mountain to help him. On the one hand, he sold the face of Wutongpo, on the other hand, for his personal friendship with Yuan Xiancheng.
Normally, he is selling the face of Wutongpo, not selling life to Wutongpo, and does not need to fight for a battle.
As the first strongest person in the Tongming Sea, the Zichao Sect is the first force in the Minghai Sea.
But if he falls along with the purple sea sword, the strength of the purple tide sword will drop.
Although it is still the top force in the mainland, it is impossible to continue to occupy the throne.
Even, it may face the siege of other forces in the Tongming Sea.
It was like the Daxuan dynasty of Emperor Huanghai in the Southeast.
Zhao Zhen stayed here to fight, and at first glance, it was quite unwise.
But if it is Yan Zhao song, it will be the same choice.
If Zhao Zhen is really dead here, Wutongpo will not sit idly by the situation in the Tongming Sea. The Zichao Sect will receive clear support from Wutongpo, and the sound will not fall.
And if Yan Zhaoge escapes, Zhao Zhen will return to the Minghai Sea alive, and will not live in the future.
Because, the Yanzhao song in front of him, forced him to sleep hard!
Now that Yan Zhaoge has not yet boarded Xianqiao, it is already so terrible.
Today, if you put the tiger back to the mountain, after the Yanzhao songs come back, how can the purple tide swords fend off?
It is the care of Wutongpo, and it is difficult to protect it.
He now has only one way to go to the black, only to gather the power of the strong people in the eastern part of the southern world, to keep Yan Zhao song here forever!
"The idea is good, but..." Yan Zhao's song fell, and the cloud turned to the skylight sword and slid over the blade of the purple sea sword, and cut it to Zhao Zhen's finger.
If you don't abandon the sword, just break your finger!
Zhao Zhen seems to be silent, not astonishing, but at this moment he is determined, but extremely hard.
Yan Zhao’s sword was cut, Zhao Zhen did not let go, but instead pushed the purple sea sword in his hand and cut it to Yan Zhao’s finger.
The cloud turns to the sky light sword faster, the blood is shining, directly cutting Zhao Zhen's right hand finger.
Zhao Zhenfu did not change color. He was prepared, and his left hand was connected with lightning. He held the handle of the purple sea sword and continued to slide forward.
"Good!" Yan Zhao song whispered a word, shaking his wrist.
The cloud turned to the skylight sword, and the purple and fierce converges, giving birth to a flexible force, and the purple sea sword bounces slightly.
Jianfeng’s difference was not enough to touch the fingers of Yan Zhaoge.
The next moment, Yan Zhao song shakes the cloud to the sky light sword, to the soft re-to the beginning, the sharp edge of the dew, but also a sword fallen.
Zhao Zhen did not change, and the left hand of the sword at the moment was directly cut off by Yan Zhaoge!
On the other side, in the flame, the phoenix sounded again.
Yuan Xiancheng, another rebirth.
However, this time, his right eye is closed, and only the phoenix light and shadow in the left eye are flying.
Even so, it is natural to be able to escape and survive.
However, the joy of life is full of joy, but now it is full of sadness.
After Yuan Xiancheng was born again, the first picture in the eye was Zhao Zhen’s arm with Yan Jian’s sword!
But at this time, Yuan Xiancheng and Zhao Zhen, both of whom had a dark look, had a happy look on their faces.
A strong breath suddenly came from afar.
Fangyuan Mountain from the east.
That breath belongs to Wu Sheng Jiuzhong, the powerful realm of Xianqiao later! (To be continued...)