Chapter 701

Huhan evil leaves anger.

He also saw something wrong.

The golden shirt Club killer has lost a lot, but until now, he still hasn't taken a step forward.

This is completely different from what he expected.

"Meeting master..."

His elders also began to hesitate: "it took too long."

The golden shirt is capable of killing almost one person with a thousand people. However, in front of the python like sword technique, no matter how it is, it can't move forward.

Clearly felt that the other party was about to collapse, but he just couldn't know how to continue to survive.

If it goes on like this, it will be a joke.

Huhanxie's face became more gloomy, but there was nothing he could do.

——He has also shot and failed to change the situation.

They are not the only ones who surround the Xuan family.

He looked back and looked around. The mountains were towering and the echo curled up, as if they were laughing.

"They... Should all be here."

If it goes on like this, it will be a farce.

"Withdraw."

The golden shirt will make a quick decision.

There are a lot of losses and no achievements. The other party and the third childe Shen haven't made a move. It's really not suitable to continue fighting until we find out the origin of this unknown swordsman.

The golden shirt killer is fierce and not afraid of death, but he was killed by this strange sword technique. The Lord didn't speak before. Of course, no one dared to retreat. Now the Lord scared the order, just like the ebb tide. It retreated cleanly in an instant. If it wasn't for the blood and bodies on the ground, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Cough, cough, cough——

Yuanshan suddenly relaxed. The long sword was leaning on the ground. His mouth and nose were bleeding and he coughed faintly.

Around him, bodies were everywhere.

This battle, the "sick Sword Fairy" Yuanshan became famous in one fell swoop.

Jinshan will dispatch thousands of experts. If they fail to cross the long sword line of Yuanshan mountain, 109 people will be killed and countless will be injured.

The world is shocked!

Originally, I thought that the only obstacle to the pursuit of Xuanjia's orphan was Shen Zhenyi, who was known as the great swordsman. Unexpectedly, before he did it, Jinshan Club kicked the iron plate.

"Sick sword Xianyuan mountain? What kind of person is this? How could he not use the hidden dragon in the nine secret swords?"

"Does he have anything to do with the girl in red who assassinated Prince yuan?"

"Anyway, this man has become famous all over the world by blocking the golden shirt club with a sword."

"Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he is, he will still die."

Guarding the blood of Xuan family is a road to death.

Whether it's the rumored great swordsman or the newly rising sick Sword Fairy. Just because Jinshan will fail doesn't mean they will give up. When they make a comeback, it will be more terrible and destructive.

What's more - the golden shirt club is not the only one to deal with them.

"It's getting dark."

Yuanshan was covered in blood, but his mouth was still smiling.

He went to the stunned Xuanyan and patted him on the shoulder: "let's go forward for a while and then find a place to rest."

Every wound hurts.

The consumption after Huajiao made him want to faint.

——But it's not over yet.

Lord Xuan entrusted him to protect Xuanyan back to his hometown.

It's still early for them to go.

"Are you... Are you okay..."

Miss yuan was stunned and asked worried.

"It's all right!"

Yuanshan pretended to be natural and unrestrained: "my injury is a hundred times more serious than this."

He picked up Xuanyan with one hand, ran forward quickly, grinned and said, "I thought golden shirt killers were all three heads and six arms, but I didn't expect they were just pusses in wine bags and rice bags!"

Seeing Yuanshan pass by, Chu Huoluo was quite impressed: "this man is not bragging."

It's a great reward to be able to fight a sword without retreating, regardless of the sword technique.

"There are others to see."

Shen Zhenyi smiled faintly, patted the armrest of the crystal throne and said carelessly, "let's go."

Since you have promised Miss yuan, even if it is the stage of Yuanshan all the way, you should calmly keep up.

After all, for the three disciples, this is also a spiritual journey.

The battle was fierce and time-consuming. Although it was not long, it was approaching dusk. When they completely got out of the scope shrouded in the gas of blood and killing, it was dark.

The moon's eye hangs in the middle of the sky, the old crows in the forest scream, the mist is blurred, the shadow of the trees is full, gloomy and terrible.

Xuanyan was a child after all. Now he leaned on Yuanshan's shoulder and frowned slightly into sleep.

Yuanshan slowed down for fear of waking him up.

"Let's find a place to settle down."

It looks like a wilderness, but after all, it is within the scope of Xuantian city. The strong tide of fierce animals is blocked. They don't have to worry about the attack of beasts at night, but they must rest anyway.

"There is a broken Temple five miles ahead."

Shen Zhenyi closed her eyes, as if she had gone through it again, and was very familiar with the path.

The land of five miles can be reached in an instant for experts in the realm of God and man.

Yuanshan was in high spirits. He swayed and ran quickly for a few steps. When he opened his eyes and looked carefully, he saw that among the mountains, the pale walls of an ancient temple looked like.

The cornices are decaying and the plaque is askew.

It seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

"Just..."

Yuanshan breathed a long breath. It was not convenient to provoke innocent people. The abandoned ancient temple with this shelter is the best place for them.

He sensed that there was no one in the temple, held Xuanyan in his arms, and walked straight in from the main gate.

"Iron threshold temple."

Miss yuan noticed the broken plaque. The name was very strange and had never been mentioned by others. But somehow, there was a surging pressure on her face, which made her tremble all over.

She didn't dare to see more, and worried about the performance, she hurriedly followed Yuanshan into the temple.

Seeing that Yuanshan found a pile of hay and put the sleeping Xuanyan on the haystack, he snorted and sat down against the dusty incense table in front of the statue. He took medicine out of his arms and applied it internally and externally. The wound on his body was ferocious and terrible.

Shen Zhenyi looked at the plaque of the broken temple and was stunned for a while. He brushed his sleeve gently, wiped away the floating ash and righted it.

There has been no one here for 800 years. Naturally, there will be no incense.

The moon is as cool as water.

"They did stop here."

Not far away, several groups of people were staring at the broken temple.

"It seems that they are not confused."

Some scoff, others are awed.

"The sick sword Xianyuan mountain is at the end of a powerful crossbow. If you run down again, you will lose your life without us. If you want to fight again, you should rest and wait for work."

"But did he think that the only enemy was the golden shirt?"

"In this broken Temple today, no one can live. No one can escape from heaven!"

Several pursuers are giving orders to kill.

The leader of the golden shirt club, Hu Hanxie, is located in the northwest. With the remaining congregation, he looks angry and stares at a man with a golden dragon mask.