Broken sword high cliffs, the sea breeze filled.

All the onlookers have already fallen into the eyes of the blind man, watching the distance above the light curtain close to 15,000 kilometers, the two spots have begun to gather.

Gu Yue and Han Wulong, who had widened their eyes, and other ordinary elders who swallowed their saliva, thought that the current sea of ​​broken swords was undergoing an earth-shattering struggle.

Frightening, fearful, and speculative are all around everyone's heart. Both Han Wulong and Gu Yue are both looking at each other, and their hearts are secretly tightened. If the light spot continues to sink, this game will be a victory.

The elders of the princes are also nervous and uneasy. The confrontation between Su Yi and Jun Hao is clearly the confrontation of the new generation of the Tiangong Palace. Although Su Yi is not a person in the Tiangong Palace for the time being, it will definitely be guided by the leader of the Duanmu Palace. Suddenly summed up Su Yi.

No matter which one is the victory, being able to sink to 15,000 meters will be the victory of the Heavenly Palace!

"call!"

The ordinary elders behind them are uneasy, and sure enough, the big chaos of the Soul of the Soul has little to do with them.

"15,000 kilometers"

"You guess who won? Jun Yitian or Su Yi?"

"Who will come out, who is it!"

Within the ordinary elders, a person with a gully and a high cheekbone, a few sages of silver, showed a few vicissitudes of life, without a word.

"Purple elders, don't worry, the purple wind child has a high heart, but he won't do anything stupid!"

"Hey! This time we have been to the side of the lake to make a companionship! When is the arch of the lake to come out a wizard!"

The purple elders' eyes were slightly pumped, their hands were behind them, and they turned to prepare to go to the other side to distract their hearts.

A few elders behind me whispered: "Don't say it! The purple elders originally wanted to walk the way of the left hill wind, not thinking about it like this!"

"Purple elders? No! His disciple purple wind is the first person in Gonghu Lake, even if it is the first five in the pro-pass and its offensive is also worth seeing!"

"Oh!"

The voice just fell, the sky was surging, the thick black clouds instantly came in, and then a figure teared the space, and the surging waves lifted up like a white dragon, and a figure stood up. Between the face and the emptiness, the long hair of the black has been messy.

"Someone is out!"

"Hey!"

As the sword's general gaze shot on the coming people, everyone shouted: "Jun Haotian! It is Jun Haotian!"

Han Wulong and Gu Yue on the side were also very surprised. The brow was slightly wrinkled and said softly: "Weird, why didn't the light curtain see the movement of the light spot?"

The water column is like a dragon, and the whole cloud will be washed away in an instant. Everyone rushes forward and sees clearly. Jun Haotian’s hand is still carrying a person. Like a blood person, there is no perfect place in the whole body. The flesh of the skin reveals a trace of suffocation, as it is raised from the mud, losing vitality and vitality.

"Who is that person!"

Han Wulong whispered, it looked like Su Yi, the light spot on the light curtain did not disappear.

"What happened in the end, how could Jun Haotian come out of the crack in space?" Gu Yue whispered softly.

At this time, an old man in a purple robes rushed out of the crowd, and his figure turned into a streamer from the hand of Jun Haotian to receive the purple wind.

"Wind, it really is you! Why did you choose this road!"

Jun Haotian coughed twice with his eyes, his eyes were devoid of God, and he was clearly subjected to a severe internal injury. His heart was turbulent and uneasy. He was facing the purple elders in front of him: "There will be self-defeating in many lines! Too deep!"

Suddenly, Jun Haotian smiled at the sky, and a **** smog sprinkled to the sky.

What is the difference between myself and the purple wind? Two people, one representative of the Tian Tianchuan, and one representative of the Gonghu Lake, are actually disciples of the Heavenly Palace. Why do you want to separate a pro-poor.

"All cause and effect!"

After saying this, Jun Hao’s heart trembled, and his eyes were planted backwards. The roar of the elders of the princes came from behind, and said: “昊天!昊天!”

The five-level masters such as Luo Wuya and Long Broken Mountain violently violently swelled in the air like two swords, but they immediately caught the falling monarch.

Back on the high cliff, the purple elder gently put the purple wind down, his eyes full of disappointment and disappointment, his lips groaning, desperately watching the disciples lying on the ground.

Once I had my own pride, now I am already stunned, and the retrogression of cultivation is that there will be no more capital beyond others.

"What happened to the purple wind?"

“Why is Jun Haotian coming out of the crack in space? What is the relationship with the purple wind?”

Gu Yue and Han Wulong also came over at this time, their eyes condensed, and Gu Yue slowly entered the body of Jun Haotian.

"boom!"

The sudden rise of the high temperature picked up the boundless soul wave, and in the air formed a rebounding light wave, rushing to the palm of the ancient Yue.

Bloody turbulence, scarlet suffocating along the skin of Jun Haotian, spit out, and countless **** air shot in the air.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Gu Yue, who was bounced in his body, rushed to condense his fingerprints, urging him to refine his blood and his eyes. He turned his head to Han Wulong and said softly, "This is blood?"

When Han Wulong was on the scene, he shot naked and looked serious. He squatted down and walked into the body of Jun Haotian with a golden light in his hand.

The same sound of "砰", a turbid and awkward blood gas surge, the incomparable energy rushed to the heart of Han Wulong.

"Hey!"

The sound of dragons and the sound of a dragon, like the energy of the sky that crosses the heavens and the earth, rushes out from the body of Han Wulong, and the bones of both hands are squeaking, and a thrilling energy once again enters the body of Jun Haotian. .

"Boom!"

At the same time, the same **** soul attacked and shot out and Han Wulong's golden dragon breath instantly anxious, every day's fierce and savage breath, accompanied by the horrible soul attack is also a complete release.

"call!"

The body shape was violently withdrawn, and the space rippled open. Han Wulong screamed when he was on the scene. Jin Guangpi practiced far and wide, and his hands continued to make a "squeaky" voice. Jinguang’s day was generally a masterpiece, and the blood was blasted in an instant.

"This blood is not the same!" Han Wulong Han Mang shot, Shen channel. Luo no end, Long broken mountain, Gu Yue are frowning, said: "It seems that 15,000 square meters really happened!"

"Su Yi is still below! No!" Han Wulong said.

Looking at the light curtain, the light point of the 15,000-kilometer representative of Su Yi was still moving. Everyone was shocked and shouted.

"Su Yi is still sinking! He is still alive!"

When the plane was decided, Gu Yue immediately issued an order, and said with aloud: "There is no end, broken mountains, you have to bring purple wind and Haotian back to Tianchuan to heal!"

"Han Zongzhu, the head of the Duanmu Palace is still below, and now the situation is beyond my control, and there is a Duanmugong, we are long-term!"