Chapter 722: Unfathomable!

The middle-aged man’s eyes were cold and his voice was low.
The boy who lives in this room said the same thing to you. As a result, I interrupted my hands and feet. I couldn’t live, I couldn’t die. It seems that you It is necessary to follow his footsteps."
"What do you say!?" The middle-aged man came out with a word, and the cold and shocked almost didn't smash on the spot.
Mu Wei and Gan Zhuo were also screaming again and again, and the face was defeated.
"You are talking nonsense! Qin Daxia's cultivation is inscrutable, what can you beat?" Muwei shook his head, full of unbelief and shouted at the middle-aged man. [
"Yes! The ghost will believe what you said! The palace master is full of power, the world is invincible!" Gan Zhuodao.
The middle-aged man sneered a sneer, his eyes staring at the sky, his face with a lonely road, "The world is invincible, it is like an idiot saying a dream, a mirror of the water, only the most stupid people, will believe that they can be invincible."
"The palace owner, the palace master!" Gan Zhuo ignored the words of the middle-aged man, full of nervous and shouted at the room.
It’s so lively here, Qin Dong can’t hear it. It’s too late to see Qin Dong’s coming out. Gan Zhuo’s words of not thinking about middle-aged men will not work.
Wood Wei also thought of this. Originally, he still firmly refused to believe in the words of middle-aged men, but he could not help but get nervous at this time.
The middle-aged man looked at the anxious faces of the two men and sneered. "You don't have to shout! He can't say anything, he can't walk, he can't walk, it's no different from the waste! If you don't believe it, you can see it yourself."
"Good! I will see if you are telling the truth is true or false!" Io, immediately, stepped forward toward the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man’s face
color
suddenly disappeared.
I haven’t finished talking about it, you can see it yourself, but after you knock me down.

"Then I will try your two pounds!" The voice of the middle-aged man fell, and the wooden guard burst into a squid. The sword was squirted like a silver snake, and it was cut to the neck of a middle-aged man.
Wood Wei couldn't see the depth of the middle-aged man, and he didn't dare to have a small eye on him. This shot is all-powerful. Silver snakes and cold light, more than seven feet of violence, across the world, the power is endless.
This sword comes quickly, and the embarrassment is more accurate. It can be said that it is a pen of God. Even if Gan Zhuo’s cultivation is better than that of Mu Wei, I can’t help but see the move.
However, it is such a strong move, but even a little bit can not be stirred up in the eyes of middle-aged men. I don’t see how the middle-aged man is making a fuss. It’s just a wave of exploration, and the silver-snake cold light that flies in the sky will instantly converge and disappear. Looking at it again, the sword of the gods who became famous in the name of Mu Wei was actually caught by the of a middle-aged man. The hilt is still shaking, seemingly dying, but the sword is caught by the of two middle-aged men, and the sword tip can no longer move forward even one inch.
"This..." Woody's face "color" changed dramatically. Since he debuted, he has seen countless masters. This is the first time that someone can crack his sword in such a hegemonic way. For a moment, if it was struck by lightning, it stood on the spot and could not move.
"Sword is a bad sword, tricks are bad tricks! Go back and continue to cultivate!" Middle-aged man cold-sounding, a finger to send, in an instant, sharply loud, shocking the eardrum.
The sword that he was sandwiched between the suddenly turned into a white light, and the speed was amazingly directed toward the wooden guard. The wooden conscious subconscious hand grasped the hilt, his arm was awkward, and he had a tremendous strength. When he came to the ground, he was like a bulldozer, and he stepped back a dozen steps before he stood still. .
The middle-aged man’s hand seems to be understatement, but in reality it is endless. The gaze of Gan Zhuo’s eyes was straight, and the hair that was full of heads had to be uprooted.
Before, he still looked down on the appearance of a middle-aged man, but the skill he showed in his hand made him stunned. Can not help but secretly took him and Qin Dong made a comparison, faintly felt that with his cultivation, to defeat Qin Dong, it is not impossible.
"Don't he say that it is true?!" Gan Zhuo Lian played a few chills, his expression was pale, and he could only describe it with sorrow.
"Who else wants to see the kid who was killed by me?" The middle-aged man snorted and glanced at the faint glance for a week. Muwei, Gan Zhuo, and the same cold shuddered, and his heart took a sigh of relief. . [
"No matter who you are, you hurt Qin Daxia, you can't!" Mu Wei gnawed his teeth, slammed his head on his head, and Zhen Jian shouted.
The middle-aged man’s sword and eyebrows were slightly picked, and he asked coldly,
Why, the lesson given to you just now is not enough?

Mu Wei’s heart is imaginary, knowing that his own cultivation is definitely not the opponent of a middle-aged man. His heart is not bitter, and he does not know where to jump out of such a comet.
Turning his head to Gan Zhuo, Mu Wei shouted, "Gan Zhuo, what are you doing there, we joined forces and took it down to revenge for Qin Daxia!"
"This...I..." Gan Zhuo was greedy and afraid of death. He saw the strength of a middle-aged man. Moreover, the situation in Qindong is unclear. He really does not want to be an enemy of a strong man like a middle-aged man. It seems to be a bit hesitant.
Wood Wei is also a person who understands Gan Zhuo. When he sees his expression, he knows what he thinks in his heart. He angered, "I have no loyalty. I really didn't misread you. Even if you don't want Qin Qin, you have to be for you. Don't forget, if Qin Daxia has three long and two short, you can't live!"
The words of Muwei are the shortcomings of Gan Zhuo. Gan Zhuo’s heart trembles, and he has to fight hard and fight for it.
"Good! I just packed up the two of you together, so as not to bother." The middle-aged man clasped his hands on his chest, his face full of sneer, and said leisurely.
Middle-aged men let Wood Wei and Gan Zhuo feel an unprecedented pressure. I looked at each other and pulled out to the middle-aged man.
The wood is still a sword, and Gan Zhuo is a pair of flesh. The sword is mixed with palm strength, and the power is amazing. Both of them used ten percent to repair, and did not dare to keep points.
Gan Zhuo is a three-level peak. Muwei is a quasi-three-level monk. He is a joint strike of all the two. He dare not say that destroying a city and flattening a mountain is more than enough.
However, even in the face of such an amazing blow, the expression of a middle-aged man is still stunned, like a pool of autumn water, unfathomable.
The middle-aged man's cultivation is just like his expression. People can't see the depth, but they are strong and scary.
When the joint strike of Muwei and Gan Zhuo came to the front, he slowly explored his right hand and grabbed it in the void. He only listened to a loud bang, and directly dropped a silver "color" lightning from the sky. With a bang, the joint attack of Muwei Ganzhuo will be torn and shattered!