Chapter 1023： Self-employed

A heavenly obstacle became a desperate source that stopped in front of Tianyuan's martial arts. After hard work, I found that I couldn't escape. This made them feel desperate, and some people guessed the saints and the robbers. They have all been robbed, and it is impossible to reproduce and save them. It also makes them feel endless panic... If they escape, they can’t find saints or help the old men and women, then they can’t escape. What is the difference? Sooner or later, the end of the protoss is found and suppressed, then...

The idea of ​​trepidation has once again come out of the hearts of many people!

"To be a slave, die unyielding!"

In the distance, in the battlefield, the protoss of the Protoss was once again screaming. As most of the monks were dying, they fled to the edge of the battlefield, and the protoss were chasing afterwards. The core of the battlefield was also moving toward the edge. On nine days, There are also a few horrible figures that have come down, and they are divided into three parties. The Tianyuan monks who are waiting for the breakout in the sky barriers are rushing, which is entangled in the spirits of the Tu Ling, who are not separated from the life of the Protoss. The strong, at this time, finally split a few people down and kill the Quartet.

"Hand over the three sons, otherwise they will sway their mountains and sway their mountains!"

Some people in the battlefield center drank too much. It was the nine masters of Xiaoxianjie who vacated their hands. Several people rushed out. At this time, Yuan’s gods, who had been forced into the wind, could not stop. He was already At the end of the strong shackles, the blood is bloody, the whiskers are fluttering, and the light of the body has been fainted. The nine young priests have also divided six, two of them, to pursue their original goals, only left. The three little fairy kings are surrounded by the old gods, all kinds of magical methods to suppress and prepare to finally take down his life.

"There is no way to go before, there are chasing troops, we can't escape..."

At this juncture, some people shouted in despair, and they were stunned: "... surrender!"

"We are a kind of fairy, high above, our fairy ancestors, once cleared the world, the book is brilliant, my home is Tianyuan, once known as the center of the universe, the land of the road, we are destined to rest with the day, with the sun and the moon How can Tonghui be a servant of extraterrestrial demon?"

Some people even drunk at this time: "The descendants of Xianzu, rather than die, fight with them!"

Qufu and desperate, at this time became the two major choices among the cultivators. Some people are really afraid, even if they are slaves, they must live. Others feel that they are dead here, or they will save their lives. Later, some people would rather die than die, thinking that the glory of the Tianyuan ancestors were there, that glory has melted into the blood, forming a kind of pride. For this kind of pride, even if they are killed, even if they fall into a soul, they will die. In the end, I will never bow to the outside world and be willing to be a slave...

Rumble!

The descending figure above nine days has already come from high to high, approaching it!

The fascinating world of the fairyland in the center of the battlefield has also led to endless protoss, and the tides have flooded!

At this moment, no matter what the thoughts of the repairs are, one thing is certain, that is, despair comes to the heart!

"Three aunts, what do we do?"

The female disciples who helped the Shake Palace were also full of faces, and looked at the past with the uncle who had broken his arm.

The one-armed immortal glance looked at the side of the old five in his arms, silent, and hesitated.

"The little fairyland is staring at him. If we don't pay him out, there will be only one dead road!"

Wu Xiang Gu said calmly, without any emotions.

This principle, one-armed fairy, naturally understands that now, if they don’t surrender, they will not even surrender and surrender. They will only be killed. Those angry and fascinating world leaders are already very clear. Explain this...

"If he is a red child, would you still think about handing him over?"

One-armed Xiangu was silent for a long while, and suddenly said coldly.

A group of female disciples who had shaken the palace immediately became confused. They looked at each other and each sword stood outside. Facing the day and the ground, the surging protoss, the one-armed immortal also flew to the sky, looking forward to the rushing Xiaoxian Jiejie, and the immortal who held the square, took a step back and stood at the core, and the party was especially tight, and he almost couldn’t breathe.

"Who dares to resist, kill nothing!"

Since the nine-day rushed up the protoss strong drink, waved and suppressed, smashed vigorously sweeping a field, fled to the edge of the Tianyuan monk, some people at this time red eyes, skyrocketing, desperate, there are people double The knee is soft and stumbles on the ground...

And the little fairy kingdom is even more focused on a group of female disciples who have swayed the palace, especially looking at the side of the line that they are holding in their arms. The eyes are stunned and the murder is unlimited. The Lord, who is a short, dark-skinned old man, swept away from the one-armed fairy, and suddenly sneered: "The heart of the aunt, let people hand it out..."

"will not!"

One-armed Xiangu quietly replied and even asked: "Do you think Yaochi Fairy will be afraid of a sentence from your dog?"

I heard the words of the dog who lost the family, and the black old man looked like a sharp sword: "This little devil head was in the Kunlun Mountains when he was screaming at Yao Chixian, and he stole the Taoyuan. The old man was all in sight. You are really To fight for death, but also to protect this enemy?"

With such a sentence, he also caught the attention of many monks around him, and his eyes turned.

With so many eyes of attention, the one-armed singer’s eyebrows draped, as if thinking about this problem. After a long while, she finally raised her head and answered the wind, but she was firm and unwavering: “We are Tianyuan It’s a contradiction, quarrels, and even killing and killing. It’s all about their own. If you close the door and solve it, then you will get the outsiders to figure out your feet?”

boom!

Such an ordinary word seems to touch a string of hearts of many practitioners, let them think of something.

The little fairy kingdom suddenly became annoyed and shouted: "Then you are looking for death!"

"Tell them so much nonsense, since they are looking for death, they will be fulfilled!"

In the air, there are more protoss who have a big drink and slammed it down.

The mighty divine power sweeps around, descending from the sky, and falls straight to the group of female disciples who have been swaying. Under these terrorist forces, even the one-armed immortal son, such as the one-armed immortal, is clearly difficult to resist. The group of female disciples, even the strength of holding the sword seems to be gone, they almost desperately look at the air, some people have closed their eyes, waiting for this power to come.

However, until this time, they still held swords in their hands, and no one let them go.

"Oh, the old man has learned the truth of his life, or this reason, the most in line with the old man's mind..."

However, just as this terrorist force has come, the disciples of the ruling palace have already been desperate, but far away, there is a voice that faintly rang, and the voice seems to be far away, but it makes people listen very much. Clearly, it seems very calm, but it seems to contain endless terrorist power, so that the digital protoss in the air, between the sound of a glimpse, the face suddenly changed, regained the power, a magical condensed in itself Then, vigilantly swept over to the place where the sound came, full of surprise.

Around the shack, all the practitioners looked at the sounds.

Beyond the catastrophe, in the void, there is an old man wearing a Confucian costume, carrying his shoulders and slowly coming over. He has a rusted sword in his hand, and his body is faintly abnormal. The martial arts martial arts are all a lot worse, but he has some strange characteristics in his body, which attracts the eyes of the heavens and the world, people can't help but want to see him, to pay attention to his every move!

He did not go fast, but step by step, close to the place where the obstacles were, but did not stop.

"It's him!"

This fashion is outside the heavens, and the white jade Jingdanxianglou who tried to save the people saw this person. The scared face changed greatly, and immediately led the disciples to the side, then hesitated and shouted. : "Predecessors, the day can not be broken..."

When he had not finished speaking, he closed his mouth.

Because there is still a hundred feet away from the stagnation, the old Confucian scholar has already had a sword.

The rusted sword that seemed to be decaying was handed out by him at this time, and he was far away from the towering sky barrier!

"Hey..."

It seems that the giant scorpion falls to the ground, and it is like a glass broken. The translucent huge shackle is full of cracks when his sword is drawn. The rumbling falls, the endless light and the thunder The annihilation opened up, causing several huge cracks in the void, and then disappeared completely between the heavens and the earth, even a huge beam of light standing in three directions, and one of them suddenly became bleak at this time, and then Gradually disappeared, in the process, the old Confucian slowly closed the sword, not even slowed down!

"You...who are you?"

Both the Xiaoxian boundary masters and the protoss strong people were alarmed. Some people screamed and shouted.

"I?"

The old Confucian faint gaze swept forward and looked at the old gods who were being suppressed by the three little fairy kings in the middle of the battlefield. They looked at the white gods who were fighting in the other direction. I also looked at the disciples who were helpless and shook the palace. They were already held tightly by them. Le’s eyes were turned over. At the end, I finally sighed: “I am a loser who seeks the truth, and one is forgotten. The dead, a sinner who has been in prison for three hundred years, is still an old man who helps people manage their accounts..."

As he said, he took another step: "But no matter what, I am a self-family!" (To be continued.)