Chapter 1178 Small pot pots (1)

Xuanyuan Guojun has a face, he will never admit that he said that this little bit of a hoe, so he just silenced, he continued: "Everyone, let us not waste time, solve these people, we I have to go back."

The voice just fell, the strongest of other countries are also surrounded by the wind, the entire forest is full of murderous.

And these people... most of them are saints, and the rank is not low.

The look of the South String is light, the face does not change color, and the white clothes float like a fairy, and the cold is dusty.

"Let's go, give it to me, you can stand behind me."

"Oh."

The wind is very obedient and walks behind the Nanxian. She smiles brightly and is absolutely beautiful. It is more dazzling than the rose.

Xuanyuan Guojun picked up his eyes and looked at the South String.

I thought it was just a little white face, but now after hearing this, he looked at him with a bit of dignity.

At the same time, one person has jumped into the eyes of the South String.

The southern string was so picturesque, cold and cold, his hand slowly lifted, and a white sword fell into his palm.

When the man's hand holds the long sword, the infinite power spreads from the periphery of the sword. Even the sword is white, turning into a fierce dragon, and slamming toward the old man who came from the raid. With a bang, he slammed through his chest.

The old man's eyes widened, blood oozing out of his chest, and his body fell to the bottom and squatted on the ground.

Death is not eye-catching!

Xuanyuan Guojun sneered a sneer, but he went to the sleeves: "It seems that I am looking at it. You are also a hidden saint."

In this case, I even praised myself.

All the monarchs are one of them. Xu did not think that this man would be a holy warrior.

But they only paused, and they rushed to the south again.

In the forest, it has already been infected by blood, full of chilling atmosphere.

Such a battlefield.

Xuanyuan did not take the lead, but he has been observing the South String.

After half a ring, a sneer came out of his mouth, with mockery.

"Look at your situation, it should be a breakthrough to the high order of the holy warrior. It hasn't been long before, and I have reached this level ten years ago, so..." His voice rang, coldly, "You don't care about him. This guy will give it to you. You will go and solve the little girl first."

Xuanyuan Guojun, the first of the eight countries.

Even though these eight countries are at the top of each other, apart from the Haitian Kingdom, the other six countries have been vying forever.

Another exception is this Xuanyuan country.

As the head of the eight countries, the monarchs of other countries are extremely obedient to the command of the Xuanyuan monarch. Now that he has spoken, those people have also rushed to evacuate the front of the South String, as the same gust seems to have blown into the wind.

Originally, the South String was able to block these people, and there was a block of the South String, and they might not be able to go.

It’s just at this time...

The wind is two steps ahead.

Yes, she seems to be scared, and she did not continue to hide behind the South String, but sneaked into the front two steps.

The whole is also exposed to the eyes of those people.

Aotian Guojun’s heart is happy, and the sharp rifle has arrived. The whole person is like a sword, with a strong breath.

(End of this chapter)