Chapter 689

"Since you don't know what to do and you have to be brave, we will eliminate you first!"

The two brothers of the Xue family bear the brunt of this group's complacency.

However, their smile froze immediately.

They were still casting the spell by making a seal. A white jade like palm was on their chest. With great magic power, they directly flew them away.

Then the others did the same.

Wang Bailun made three moves.

The two disciples of Taoism managed to make four moves.

They couldn't even touch the corner of Lo's clothes.

It's all rolling!

"This solitary shadow of Luo moves instantly. He is... A Sanxian!"

"And it's not the ordinary Sanxian, it's the Sanxian of Xianmen!"

The presence of countless magicians boiling, countless people's eyes, filled with awe.

The elders of the Luo nationality are full of joy. The father and son of Luo Yongrong and Luo Yongde are smiling and lonely. Even their father and son are quite surprised!

Luo Xianyao nodded secretly. This guy has learned a terrible skill since he was a child, and his way is amazing.

She couldn't help looking at Luo Yu, and found that after seeing the performance of Gu Ying, she still had no waves.

"How?"

In a twinkling of an eye, Luo Gu Ying almost suppressed the talents of many methods. He stood there with his negative hand and looked down at these people.

Many householders, with gloomy faces, are quite helpless.

"I'll give up!"

"My white family give up!"

"I, the Xue family, give up!"

"I, the Li family, give up!"

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"My Wangs give up!"

"I'll give up!"

These owners, as well as the elders of daomen, sighed dejectedly and had to admit defeat. At the same time, they obediently handed over the remnant picture in their hands.

"Bailun, winning or losing is a matter of military affairs. You don't need to worry about it."

When Wang Bailun returned, master Xianming appeased him. In fact, with master Xianming's eyesight, he knew that Luo guying could crush all the younger generation today. Of course, except maybe that one.

Wang Bailun is disheartened and shameless. He goes to see Mu Qingcheng again, but the latter doesn't pay any attention to him.

"Sister, why don't you go to the conference? You missed the conference."

On the other side, step butterfly is in a hurry.

At present, eleven forces, including Taoists and ten, have lost to the Luo people.

He's the only one who hasn't come out yet.

It was their sisters who were supposed to go out.

"It's all right, this Luo guying is worthy of being the son of the gods of the Luo nationality and a disciple of the immortal sect. I don't think I'm his rival, but... I'm going to meet him, Xiao die. You don't have to go."

Bu Yunyan put away the frolic and went on the stage dignified.

Then, she alone on the field, and Luo Gu Ying fight, unexpectedly alone to support a dozen moves, attracted the scene on the end of the warlock in an uproar.

"It's good for you to fight me alone in ten moves among mortal warlocks, but that's all."

Even Luo guying gave him a cold compliment. Then, Luo guying suddenly made a big effort. A dark blue sword cut her out and swept her away.

"Sister!"

Step butterfly rushed up to help.

"How powerful! It turns out that this guy is not only a Sanxian, but also a Sanxian Jianxiu! " Bu Yunyan's face was pale and his silver teeth spewed out words that made the whole audience silent.

"San Xian Jian Xiu?"

There are tens of thousands of warlocks outside the court, and none of them is shocked.

Even the wise master and the scholar of tongxuan are dignified and scared.

It's much more terrible than that in Xuanmen.

He is the most powerful swordsman among the monks of Xianmen!

"This solitary shadow of Luo really has the pride of being called the son of God in the clan."

The virtuous master sighed and could not help worrying about Luo Yu.

On the side of the people, luoxianyao was also very surprised.

Lonely shadow or scattered immortal sword repair.

Even she and her people don't know.

This guy, it's too deep. It's terrible!

So, she couldn't help looking at the rogue guy.

"Bujia, you've lost, and you don't want to hand over the remnant picture."

Luo Yongrong is extremely excited, stands out arrogantly to step cloud smoke hand.

We only need to find the drawings of the ancient artifact, so we can live together.

Of course, his father and son still have solitary shadows. They have been plotting in private for a long time. This picture will never be handed over to the clan. They will find the artifact by themselves!

"Butterfly, give it to them."

Bu Yunyan grits his teeth, but he has nothing to do. He hands the picture to his sister and asks her to send it.

Bu Xiaodie takes the remnant picture and walks to the field. Plain white hands stretch out. Luo Yongrong reaches for it. She suddenly shrinks back.

"Wait a minute, I haven't lost yet, there is still a place to go out!"

Bu Xiaodie holds the picture tightly and shouts.

"Butterfly, no!" Bu Yunyan's face changed dramatically, even her elder sister couldn't do it, and Xiao die wasn't the general of Luo guying.

"Little girl, you dare to challenge my son's lonely shadow. You'd better hand over the remnant picture to avoid asking for trouble!"

Luo Yongrong is full of disdain.

"Well! It's not like I'm going to fight that asshole! "

Bu Xiaodie rolled a big white eye, and then, under the surprise of all the people, went to the tribe. However, it was the family of the Korean people who was isolated and excluded at the moment.

She came to Luo Yu and said, "brother Luo, you are the only one among the young people who can win this fart. Can you represent my family?"

Under the attention of the whole audience, Luo Yu asked with a smile: "it's right that I want to deal with him, but why should I go out for you? Give me a reason."

Bu Xiaodie bit her silver teeth and said, "because... Because my sister's grandmother Bu Qingxia and I are your great grandmother!"

Hearing this, Luo Yu was stunned.

My great grandmother, that should be my grandfather's mother, right?

"Girl, are you really the descendant of Bu Qingxia?"

Luo Shuxiang was instantly excited. Judging from her grandfather's reaction, bu Qingxia was really her great grandmother.

However, because of this name, the audience fell into a short silence.

Master Xianming and scholar tongxuan looked at each other and said in unison: "isn't Bu Qingxia the" sword lady "who was famous all over the world more than a hundred years ago and was known as a strange woman in kendo through the ages

"Lady Bu Qingxia seems to be the master of Qinglian sword." The scholar of tongxuan thought deeply.

Luo Shuxiang was shocked when he heard the words of the scholar tongxuan. He turned around and took Luo Yu by the hand. He trembled and said: "Xiaoyu, I feel more and more that I lost the" Qinglian sword "that year. It's too strange. You must help my grandfather find out!"

"I know where the green lotus sword is and what happened in those years." Step small butterfly crispy way, the implication, as long as Luo Yu willing to help, she will be out.

"Yu'er, not to mention what happened to your grandfather in those years, this little butterfly girl is also our own family. Please help her." Mother Luo Meng can't help but say.

"OK, I'll help you."

Luo Yu wanted to get the green lotus sword and the ancient artifact map, but there was still such a hindrance in his family. He was even more duty bound to snatch the remnant map in Bu Xiaodie's hand.

Luo Yongrong and Luo Yongde's father and son are extremely gloomy. It seems that there were some things that I couldn't hide. However, the family is playing with fire

"Sister, you see, I'll say that guy doesn't mean that he's a bad guy." Step butterfly ran back, complacent.

"You stinky girl, you're making a big mess. Do you understand?" Bu Yunyan was not happy at all. On the contrary, his eyes were complex and dignified. "Luo guying is a terrible Sabre mender. I don't think he can even pass Luo guying, let alone the old thief. You are really killing him, his family and ourselves..."