Chapter 302

The song stopped.

He frowned when he looked at the fire rising into the sky.

"It's too late." When the fire disappeared, sang and sighed.

Everyone was at a loss.

"What happened?" Qin Yuming asked.

"Yes, what's too late?" Meng Jing couldn't help asking.

Gao Ge turned to look at them, sighed and said, "I thought I would seize this opportunity to barbecue. Now it's too late."

People: "

After listening to the words of the song, Chen Shiji was also full of regret.

One big and one small, eyes on, heroes cherish heroes.

After walking a distance, the singing suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

"What a powerful breath!" Please speak first.

"Well, and there's a strong murderous smell in the smell." Meng Fang frowned and said.

That powerful Qi engine existed for a short time.

There is a feeling of flash.

The flying star sword in Gao Song's body also gave out a sword chant.

Then it appeared in the hands of singing.

The expression on Gao Song's face immediately became a little severe.

"What's the matter? Is it dangerous?" Xia Lu asked.

Sang and smiled bitterly, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Meng Jing asked, "do you know how to take out the flying star sword?"

Sing bitterly and say with a smile: "I didn't take it out, it came out by itself..."

This is also the reason for the grim expression just now.

For the first time in such a long time, flying star sword appeared out of your control.

He used to take it out himself.

"Can't help it?" Sang a bitter smile.

Eager to fight?

Then you have to see how capable your master is!

What if the other party is a master?

Your master used to be cool!

He pressed the flying star sword and went on.

Yuexincheng is very tired at this time.

He didn't know what was going on. That knife killed so many immortals.

If you tell them that it has nothing to do with yourself, I don't know if they can understand.

Yue Xincheng is a very powerful person.

This knife is not simple, he understands, but he understands that he is a very simple person.

The power of that knife really has nothing to do with yourself.

Give him another chance and he won't be able to cut that knife.

It's just that the knife just now gave those immortals too much shock.

One by one, they could only stare round their eyes and look at yuexincheng, but none of them dared to rush forward.

Probably because the knife has been held in yuexincheng's hand, these people don't have the kind of desperate spirit before, which also strengthens yuexincheng's previous ideas.

Previously, these people were bewitched by this sword.

To be exact, they were inspired by their greed and killing heart.

At this time, someone came again.

Very fast.

"Boy, give me the knife in your hand!" It was a middle-aged man, covered with blood, who looked as if he had been seriously injured, so that his face looked a little pale. He held a long gun in his hand and looked down at Yue Xincheng.

Being stared at by the other party, Yue Xincheng also felt great pressure.

"Why give it to you?" Under pressure, Yue Xincheng asked curiously.

"Do you want to die?"

"No!"

"Then give it to me."

"I don't know."

The immortals inside and outside the pit looked at them with a look at the mentally retarded.

Can your special conversation be a little nutritious?

The middle-aged man was furious, his silver gun trembled, and a gust of vigorous wind swept through.

"Get out of the way!" A powerful voice sounded, and the fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of yuexincheng. As soon as the big sleeve was raised, the vigorous wind dissipated in an instant.

"Lord fire dragon." Yue Xincheng shouted.

"Go first and I'll deal with him." With these words, the fire dragon snatched at the man with the gun.

"I want to see where you can go!" The fire dragon gave a loud drink, and a fist fell. The fist wind roared like thunder.

Yue Xincheng took a long knife and stepped back a little. Those immortals stared at him with greedy eyes.

"Hey, hey, you want to grab the knife, too?" Yue Xincheng sneered.

A group of immortals stepped forward.

Gentle girl wants to help, but she is held by younger martial sister.

"Elder martial sister, we can't help much..." the younger martial sister whispered.

"He took off my valance." The gentle girl bit her lips and said helplessly.

"What?"

"Elder martial sister, why are you so careless!"

"Younger martial sister, you..."

Gentle girl didn't say much, but rushed to yuexincheng.

"Can't bear to let me die?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

"Hum." The gentle girl snorted coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"But we can't die." Yue Xincheng said confidently.

The gentle girl looked at him in surprise.

See, the boy deliberately hid his strength before?

Otherwise, how can we be so confident now?

She just wanted to ask questions, but she saw Yue Xincheng suddenly shout, "boss, help!"

Gentle girl: "

On the edge of the pit, he sang and looked at yuexincheng with a smile.

"How did you know I was coming?"

Yue Xincheng touched his big head.

"The fire dragon has come. Will the boss be far away?" At this moment, yuexincheng was reborn and incarnated into a literary and artistic youth, coquettish but deep.

Gao Ge stood up straight and looked down at the immortals in the pit. The flying star sword in his hand was inserted into the snow in front of him.

"Move my brother, kill him!"

A group of people looked at each other.

Yue Xincheng was moved to cry.

"You alone?" A disciple of Xiaoshan sword sect said unconvinced.

"Of course not." Sang and smiled.

The members of Longge and the students of Xiuxian college behind him came up one by one.

"You see, we have a lot of people." Singing and smiling.

Yue Xincheng grinned like a fat man of 200 kg.

Yue Xincheng turned his face, looked at the gentle girl, smiled and said, "I told you before that my boss is very awesome, right?"

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the soft girl's arm: "I'll take you away!"

The gentle girl was stunned. She didn't want to get rid of his hand.

Like a string puppet, he was led by Yue Xincheng and walked forward.

Those immortals were silent one by one, and even involuntarily made way for them.

Singing, he looked at yuexincheng and sighed, "it's quite my style!"

Meng Jing's hand immediately twisted on his arm.

"You envy?"

"Ouch, it hurts, it's going to die..." Sang loudly, and the muscles on his face jerked.

"Hum, that woman looks good, but what about Su Hui?" Meng Jing began to worry about others.