Sword Spirit

Chapter 1111: Family portrait

"The fighting sound stopped, it is difficult to become..." Si Kongqing slightly frowned, and Wu Feng fell down here, he immediately noticed.

Si Konglin turned a deaf ear to Sikongqing's words. At this moment, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the breakout. He couldn't tell the mind to pay attention to these things. However, the complexity of this trapped beast was far more than he expected, and some of the patterns used were actually What he has never seen before, is very delicate, can not be pushed in a short period of time, coupled with the use of the tree of life, and it is not broken in a short time.

Suddenly, Si Konglin felt a huge force of life swarming, and it was hard to force his wood energy to be squeezed out.

At the moment when the wood energy was forced out, Si Konglin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Sikong Qingdao: "Old Wu lost?"

"I don't know, but the fighting has stopped."

"There was a sudden strong burst of resistance in this battle. If I expected it to be good, it should be Lu Xuan personally took over, instead of the little girl before, the old Wu may have been killed in all likelihood." Si Konglin calmed his face He has never experienced such setbacks. He thinks that he is quite accomplished in the battlefield. He did not expect that today, with the help of so many people, he could not break Lu Xuan’s small formation.

Si Kongqing slightly clenched his fist and frowned: "Lu Xuan is so strong? Even Wu is not an opponent."

"Respond to someone to interfere with him, just need to give me some time, I must have broken this battle!" Si Konglin gritted his teeth.

Si Kongqing heard the words and looked around all the time. His eyes swept through the bodies of a group of warriors. Even Wu Feng was defeated. Once these people entered, they were all dead, then...who sent them to death?

"You go!"

Si Kongqing with a finger of a warrior, anyway, who is going to die, then it is not important to send someone, as long as they can drag Lu Xuan, then it has achieved its purpose.

"I, I, I...I?" asked the warrior who was picked up by Sikongqing, pointing at himself.

"Of course, you, is it still me?" Si Kongqing brows a pick, "Lu Xuan just finished the war with Wu Changla, even if it is a victory is definitely a tragic victory, such an opportunity is a good opportunity to kill him, if you can Successfully won Lu Xuan, the old position of Sikong parents, you will have a seat."

After all, Si Kongqing turned to look at the rest of the warriors: "You are the same, no matter who you are, if you can squat down Lu Xuan today, you will be the old parents!"

When it comes to the old position of the parents of Shikong, some of the warriors suddenly showed a hint of enthusiasm. The parents of Shikong are old, non-native people or superior in strength. Those who have great merits to the Sikong family cannot be served, and once they are in the upper position, the benefits represented by them. It is really hard to resist.

"I... I am going!" The warrior who was named by Sikongqing was swayed, perhaps because of the rewards of Sikongqing. Perhaps it is possible that Lu Xuan might not be able to support his strength. It is worth taking an adventure.

One step, two steps, the warrior took a slightly heavy step toward the giant wood ramp, and the ramp in front seemed to be a bottomless black hole that was enough to slay, making people feel subconscious and fearful.

And just as he was halfway through, Si Kongqing suddenly changed his face and shouted: "Come back!"

This warrior is unclear, so he couldn’t help but turn his head and look at Si Kongqing. At this moment, a sound of Jianqi’s broken air suddenly came and felt the fierce sword. This warrior suddenly burst into flames. Never had such a sense of danger, in an instant he almost broke out of unprecedented strength, even in the midst of a thousand miles, the danger of the dodge, followed by a sturdy long sword accurately inserted In the position he just stood.

Looking at the long sword that is still shaking slightly, the back of the warrior is stunned by a cold sweat. If his reaction is slower than half, I am afraid that this sword is not inserted on the ground, but on his own body.

It’s too late to let him think back, and there’s a burst of people, all of them are young and old, and they’re very mixed. After seeing this group of people, Si Kongqing was subconsciously taking a few steps back. He did not expect that the lineup that came this time was such a luxurious and powerful.

A tall and straight figure slowly advanced, and casually pulled up the long sword on the ground. Obviously, this sword was just shot by him. Collapse the long sword, he glanced at the soldier who had just escaped from the dead: "The reaction is not bad, not dead."

Where the warrior dared to answer the question, he clearly felt that he could feel an unfathomable breath from the person in front of him. Not only this person, but also the group of people behind him, none of them were easy to follow.

I no longer pay attention to this insignificant warrior. This person turned to the giant wood shouting and shouted: "Xuan Er, still can't come out to meet your uncle?"

This person is Ye Wenjun, and with him, naturally, Ye Wenyan and Ye Wuxue and others.

A huge tremor in the giant wood road, Lu Xuan finally came out, and Ling Xiao is also close behind.

Looking at Lu Xuan's familiar and handsome appearance, Zhao Binger in the crowd couldn't help but cry and cried, and kept his mouth from making a sound. After a year, she finally saw him again.

The other golden figure is not so subtle. The slamming sound is directly passing through the air, and it falls firmly on Lu Xuan’s shoulder. The furry face can’t stop on Lu Xuan’s face. All the thoughts of the thoughts are vented.

Lu Xuan touched the head of A raccoon and smiled slightly. He went up two steps: "I have seen Zeng Shuzu, Grandfather and Grandfather, Grandpa, Grandpa, Father, Mother, Hey..."

Listening to this series of famous names, the muscles on Sikongqing couldn't help but tremble. Today is what day, a big nine-family Ye Family, was actually all out!

Ye Wenjun is just over. The last time I have been to the Eight-Party Temple, and this time, even the true Ye Family ancestor Ye Wenyan, who has been in the world for so many years, has come over, and this is a slap in the face. The ear is enough to make people feel scared.

However, Ye Jiazhi’s people are so rash, if they can do it all today, this big Tianjian mainland can be filled with it! Sikong Qing couldn't help but think of it, but even if he felt that his thoughts were too crazy, these people could not have a simple item...

Looking at Lu Xuan to see others and other people, the elders have a stir in their hearts, but now there are still enemies in front of them, but there is no more disclosure. Only Lu Yu’s eyes are reddish, and he nods heavily: Just fine, nothing is fine."

Lu Xuan is not his own, but this is, he brought from childhood to the big son.

"I will wait until the warmth is later, now, the owner of the Sikong family is still watching." Ye Wenjun smiled slightly, then looked up and looked at the distance: "Sikong old ghost, if you don't come out again, you will have to prepare for a change. !! (To be continued~^~)