Chapter 1911： Leave it to me!

"Hahaha, I can't be scared!" Lin Sansheng gave a haha, but his heart was dark. The sword almost cut him in half just now. Even though he is strong in self-healing power, it takes a lot of strength to recover. come.

Worthy of being the Supreme Immortal Venerable, the first person in the Misty Immortal Realm, this casually slashed a sword, and even possessed such a mighty power, if he is serious, it is estimated that his self-healing power will not be able to keep up with the trauma of the body!

Perhaps no one except Lin Sansheng himself could see the power contained in this sword light, but Luo Xiaoman felt it.

She was solemn and stared at the grand palace ahead.

If the strength of the Immortal King is one, then through the power of the sword just now, the strength of the Supreme Immortal Venerable will be one hundred.

This is no longer a little bit, but a farewell!

"Xiaoman!" Kunlun looked over, and Qingjun's face was rarely worried. It seemed that he, like Luo Xiaoman, felt the power of a sword just now.

Luo Xiaoman shook his head, did not hesitate, and then walked towards the grand palace without a word.

No matter how strong the Supreme Immortal Venerable is, at this point, she can only choose to face the difficulties!

Kunlun looked at Luo Xiaoman's back, and followed without hesitation.

The evil general and the blood emperor looked at each other and followed Luo Xiaoman's footsteps closely.

They were ordered by the demon lord to guard the demon concubine, otherwise, even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would not be blamed.

"Oh, young lady, wait for us!" Here, Lin Sanxing and Ling Yan also adjusted quickly and quickly followed everyone's footsteps.

Luo Xiaoman felt the unswerving figures behind him, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and a strong confidence surged in his heart.

She is not fighting alone, but has a group of comrades who can entrust her back!

Ok?

Suddenly, Luo Xiaoman stopped and stared at a figure coming out of the palace.

"Heh, Lord Qingcang, are you still alive?" She curled her lips, looked at this enchanting figure jokingly, and said, "However, with your current strength, can you stop us?"

"Luo Xiaoman, you are indeed very powerful, so powerful that Xianzun expected." Li Zhi shook his head, there was no trace of fear on his coquettish face. "However, as long as I am still alive, I must stay here. You can only get inside by killing me and stepping on my body."

"All right." Luo Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Since you want to be so stupid, then I have to fulfill you."

"Little Man, wait."

At this moment, a figure flew over and stood in front of Luo Xiaoman.

Luo Xiaoman glanced intently and couldn't help wondering: "Grandpa Dean?"

The visitor is the dean of the Holy Academy, Hu Yanruofeng.

Hu Yanruofeng stared at Li Zhi and said with a complex expression: "This woman... just leave it to me."

Luo Xiaoman looked at Hu Yan Ruofeng deeply, then nodded. "Then she will be handed over to the dean's grandfather."

"Thank you."

When the voice fell, Luo Xiaoman's figure moved and rushed towards the gate of the palace.

"Don't think about it!" Li Zhi's pupils shrank, and quickly stepped forward to intercept, but a figure quickly blocked her.

"Li Zhi, your opponent is me!"

"Go away!"

Li Zhi raised his hand and grabbed Hu Yan Ruofeng's heart abruptly.

However, Hu Yanruofeng did not evade, and also raised his hand to hold her.