Chapter 93

Su Qingyao's sword hurt yunmenglong. At the same time, she was sent dozens of feet away by Mianli.

"Boom!" a loud noise tore the quiet and high sky, and the magic snow peak fell from the sky like a five finger mountain. Yunmenglong was buried under the snow peak before he could escape or even scream.

In fact, after sending Su Qingyao out, he had protected all his true Qi. He cried in his heart: "farewell, Qingyao, apricot blue, farewell, Yiyue, farewell, Xiuer, farewell!"

Everyone was stunned. Time has no meaning in this second. The huge roar rang out in a series. Those stunned bears didn't understand the situation at all, so they stopped cooking for more than half. They were bombed with blood and flesh, and their death was terrible. They must have died in peace. As soon as they saw the spectacular scene that yunmenglong was pressed underground by a huge snow mountain, they went to bury him.

The bear that was killed by the explosion died, and those who were not killed were almost killed by the 24 blood shadow and the demon sect disciples in a trance and panic. The magic snow peak has become a Shura field. The white snow flows with bright red blood, a desolate creation of the work of seizing heaven and earth.

Su Qingyao's Sekong sword fell on the snow. She stood where she was, lost in thought, and pearls scattered all over the ground. Fairy tears, fairy tears falling into the world. Su Qingyao has never been so sad. The feeling of heartache continues. Never know, love, so deep.

Yunmenglong is dead!

The old beggar crazily scratched the snow and shouted: "dragon, dragon, you can't die. The world needs you to change! Ah..." the old beggar cried so hard that he knew how much he loved the apprentice.

There was also a tiger with him picking up the ice and snow buried with Yunmeng dragon.

Wangcai's claws were numb and bleeding. It still roared and scratched quickly.

"Roar..." Wangcai roared up to the sky.

A big tear fell from the tiger's eye.

"The little Lord is dead! How can I deserve the trust of the Lord? How can my heart hurt so much." Wangcai has his own thought.

No one saw its tears, but the roar was really shocking. The people who cut and killed each other slowed down a little, and then began to cut and kill diligently. Although the tiger's powerful voice could even be heard by the semi deaf ten miles away, the sadness inside made everyone burst into tears. But no one cares too much. Their lives are hanging on the line. Who cares about the tiger.