Chapter 698

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

Move.

We didn't need so many people to hunt down just one child.

But because of Shen Zhenyi's intervention, it became subtle.

It seems that you can hear the rumbling sound of horses' hoofs and feel the murderous spirit in the sky.

"Do you know that we may die?"

One day, after singing the song, Yuanshan inadvertently glanced back and said this to miss yuan with regret.

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

Even she could feel the murderous intention behind her. How many people were sent from Xuantian city to hunt down the last orphan of Xuan family? Or... What great condemnation did the Xuan family commit, so that they were surrounded and killed by the world.

Miss yuan doesn't know.

She's just a little regretful.

This situation was beyond her imagination, and she didn't know how to face it, but it wasn't her intention to drag Mr. Shen in.

They could die.

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

Xuanyan looked indifferent.

He who has nothing to lose is fearless, even if he is only a teenager.

"This matter has nothing to do with you."

He pushed away miss yuan's hand.

"If you really come to a desperate situation, you can leave me to escape. I believe even my grandfather won't 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, they would only be grateful if they accompanied him to this step and Xuanyan didn't say it.

Grandpa taught him not to ask too much of others, but to remember others' kindness to himself.

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

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

——Although Xuanyan is usually like a little adult, it is not easy to approach, but deep inside, he is a child who is sad and afraid of losing his family.

"Me too."

Yuanshan coughed, but his eyes turned to Shen Zhenyi and his party who were moving forward.

They are very strange, as if they didn't feel anything. They still move forward. These days, they don't see fear or excitement of the coming war.

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

Third childe Shen's sword technique may be really unfathomable.

——But in the face of thousands of troops, manpower is sometimes poor.

Why die in vain?

"Why don't you let them leave first?"

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

Now that it's a dead end.

"It's too late..."

Yuanshan sighed.

"At least it's too late today."

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

Someone has been forced to the door.

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

He stopped and pulled out the strange sword behind him.

Like a flame, like a snake's sword, it swims in the palm of his hand.

Even the blade hissed, just like a cobra with a strong enemy.

Xuanyan's face was pale and he held Miss yuan's hand tightly.

The man in pursuit has arrived.

"Why did they stop?"

Chu Huoluo turned back and looked at Yuanshan and them in surprise.

Shen Zhenyi said carelessly, "it's about some people catching up. Nothing. They're just outposts. There's no master."

Killing intention is all over the world, but for him, it is just like the drizzle of spring.

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

Since Master said so, Chu Huoluo didn't care much. The dragon county Lord was worried and asked, "shall we help?"

Yuanshan stood alone in the middle of the road, sometimes stooping and coughing.

"He can handle it."

Shen Zhenyi half closed his eyes and sighed softly, "someone always has his own destiny. His glory should not be deprived by us."

Some swordsmanship, some swordsmen, are destined to shine.

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

This is the highlight moment of Yuanshan.

He stood in the middle of the road.

one 's mind settles as still water.

The sword is like fire.

Scenes of the past flowed in his mind.

Learn sword, use sword, kill.

He has been struggling and working hard, and he seems to have no good luck in his life.

Meeting the kind old man is the only warmth he meets.

It was a bowl of warm white porridge, which gave him the continuation of life; It was a sincere encouragement that gave him the courage to continue; It was a broken scroll that gave his sword direction and soul.

——Perhaps the other party has a different purpose, or it is just a temporary leisure.

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

"Anyway... It won't last long."

He laughed at himself.

The sword light soared!

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

"Someone is provoking us."

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

Xuanjia's hundred footed insects die but don't freeze. At this time, there are experts working for them.

But what's the use?

The golden shirt will be the best. This time, it must be the first killing performance to prove their strength in Xuantian city.

——This pursuit has long become a competition for all forces to show their strength.

"Kill him."

The golden shirt owner will close his eyes and wave gently.

He doesn't have to do it himself.

The only thing to worry about is the third childe Shen on the crystal throne. He is mysterious and should not be ignored. Kong Ying, the big armer, and the black gold two old men suffered losses in his hands. To deal with him, they naturally had to rely on experts to kill him.

——As for the unknown man in front of him, let him beg for mercy!

"Kill!"

The killers in the golden shirt will no longer hide their traces and rush forward, just like a golden torrent. The divine light gathers in one place and turns into a light and shadow, just like a monster that chooses people to bite. They will go forward in conflict and swallow everything they face!

Only one person can stop them.

A sword.

A man who is dying of illness is a strange sword that twists and turns like a snake.

No one will doubt the result.

Only Shen Zhenyi smiled.

Although he didn't look back, he nodded gently.

"The day is coming when this son will become famous."

Brush!

Facing the impact of the golden shirt club, Yuanshan laughed loudly. Instead of standing in place waiting for defense, he seemed to hit a stone with an egg, like a boat rushing to 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 fiercely at the fire and blood opposite.

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