Chapter 698

thousands upon thousands of horses and soldiers -- a powerful army.

Move.

It didn't take so many people to hunt down just one child.

Shen gets involved, but it becomes delicate.

It seems to be able to hear the roaring sound of horse's hooves, as well as the sense of the murderous air.

"Do you know that we may die?"

One day, when Yuanshan finished singing, he glanced back carelessly, and then said this to miss yuan with a sigh.

Miss yuan rolled her eyes and covered Xuanyan's ears: "don't frighten the children."

Even she could feel the murderous intention behind her back. How many people were mobilized in Xuantian city to pursue the last orphan of Xuan family? Or What kind of misdemeanor did the Xuan family commit that they were surrounded and killed by the whole world.

Miss yuan doesn't know.

She was just a little remorseful.

This situation is beyond her imagination, and she doesn't know how to face it, but it's not her intention to drag Mr. Shen in.

They could die.

Yuan Shan pierced the window paper, which made her feel frightened and guilty.

Xuanyan was indifferent.

There's nothing to lose, even if it's just a teenager.

"It has nothing to do with you."

He pushed Miss yuan's hand away.

"If you're really desperate, you can leave me and escape. I believe that even my grandfather will not blame you. "

Survival is instinct, these unreliable friends are willing to help him, which has done their utmost. No matter what their original purpose was, when they accompanied him to this stage, Xuanyan would not say anything, but would only be grateful.

My grandfather taught him not to ask too much of others, but to remember others' kindness to themselves.

"What are you talking about? Since you have been entrusted by Mr. Xuan, I will send you to the place anyway."

Miss yuan felt pity and touched the child's head.

Although Xuanyan usually looks like a small adult and is not easy to get close to, he is still a child who is sad and afraid of losing his family.

"Me too."

Yuan Shan coughed, but his eyes turned to Shen Zhenyi and his party, who were drifting forward in front of him.

They were very strange, as if they did not feel anything. They were still on their way. During these days, there was no fear or excitement of the coming war.

Are they not afraid of death, or are they too confident in their own strength?

The sword skill of Mr. Shen San may be really unfathomable.

But in the face of thousands of troops, human resources are sometimes poor.

Why die in vain?

"Or let them leave first?"

Although Xuanyan didn't like Shen Zhenyi, the three little sisters were good to him.

Now that it's a dead end.

"It's too late..."

Yuan Shan sighed.

"At least it's too late today."

Murderous air, like a snake, swam on his spine.

Someone has been forced to the door.

"You go ahead. If they can survive, let them go first."

He stopped and pulled out the strange sword behind him.

Like a flame, like the sword of a snake, it moves in his palm.

Even the blade of the sword hissed, just like a cobra that met a strong enemy.

Xuanyan was pale and tightly grasped Miss yuan's hand.

It's time to kill.

"How did they stop?"

Chu Huoluo turns back and looks at Yuan Shan in surprise.

Shen Zhenyi carelessly: "about some people catch up, nothing, just some outposts, no master."

The idea of killing is all over the world, but to him, it is just like the drizzle in spring.

The next battle, however, was much more difficult and tragic than the first day.

Since the master said so, Chu Huoluo didn't care much. Or Longjun master worried and asked, "shall we help?"

Yuanshan a person standing in the middle of the road, sometimes bent over the body coughing a few times.

"He can handle it."

Shen Zhenyi's eyes were half open and half closed, and he sighed softly: "there is always someone who has his own destiny. His glory should not be deprived by us."

Some swordsmen, some swordsmen, are destined to shine brilliantly.

But if you miss the opportunity, you may be in the long river of time.

This is the highlight moment of Yuanshan.

He stood in the middle of the road.

The heart is still.

The sword is like fire.

Scenes of the past flowed through his mind.

Learn, use, and kill.

He has been struggling and struggling, and his life seems to have no good luck.Meeting the kind old man is the only warmth he meets.

It is a bowl of warm porridge, giving him the continuation of life; a sincere encouragement, giving him the courage to continue; is a broken scroll, giving his sword direction and soul.

- maybe the other party has something else to do, or just a temporary leisure.

But for Yuanshan, this warm ember is enough to light up the rest of his life.

"Anyway It won't last long. "

He laughed at himself.

Sword light soars!

The fire of sword is like a dragon, rising from the sky.

"Someone is challenging us."

Not far behind him, a group of men in gold laughed.

The hundred footed insects of the Xuan family died but not stiff. At this time, there were still experts working for them.

But what's the use?

This time, it must be the first to kill Xuanyan, proving their power in Xuantian city.

The pursuit has long been a contest for all forces to show their strength.

"Kill him."

The master of the gold shirt will close his eyes and wave gently.

He didn't have to do it himself.

The only thing to worry about is the third son of Shen on the crystal throne. He is mysterious and unpredictable and should not be ignored. Kong Ying and Heijin, the big armchair, suffered losses in his hands. To deal with him, he had to rely on the experts to kill him.

As for the unknown man in front of him, let him ask for benevolence and benevolence!

"Kill!"

The killers of the golden dress Club no longer hide traces, but rush forward, just like a golden torrent. The divine light gathers in one place and turns into a piece of light and shadow, just like a monster that chooses people to gnaw. When they come forward in conflict, they have to swallow up everything they face!

There is only one person who can stop them.

A sword.

A person who is dying of illness. He has a strange sword that is winding like a snake.

No one doubts the outcome.

Only Shen Zhen wears a smile.

Although he did not look back, he nodded gently.

"It's time for him to become famous."

Brush!

Faced with the impact of the golden shirt society, Yuanshan laughed. He did not stand there waiting for defense. Instead, he was like hitting a stone with an egg, like a small boat rushing towards the huge tide.

Attack!

In an instant, the flesh and blood dissipated, and the divine light turned into countless python, twisted and tangled, and rushed to the fire and blood opposite.

The python writhes, its eyes bleed, and there are cracks on its head. It looks terrible!

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