Pastoral Yun Jian City is also looking at the distance through the tree.
At the same time, they noticed that there was a fight behind the castle peak on their side, so they showed themselves in two ways, such as seeing leaves bow their heads but not visible, and the breeze swept over the hill.
They are not hidden in the clouds, but as light as birds’ toes and the tops of towering ancient trees.
There is a secluded path 300 meters away, and there is a carriage parked about twice as high as the outside world.
There are two sides fighting around the carriage.
The Chinese side is tall, rough and half-naked, with a copper ring hanging in the left ear and a black stripe on the arm. It looks like a tribal guard of the demon race.
On the other hand, they are all dressed in black, masked with silver blades shining in their hands, obviously unwilling to reveal their identity as killers.
Los Changfeng two people quietly looked at the trail situation one-sided attack and killing scene and at the end of the carriage.
Suddenly remind of a person who came to Los Changfeng and said, "These people are like djinn people."
Tian Dong Hundred Sacred Sacrifices Ceremony Three generations of younger brothers were canonized by Lian Cheng Ji, and then twelve stars withdrew from the historical stage and were replaced by Nine Jin Lan.
Nine Jin Lan used to be the giant spirit of the celestial demon constellation, and half of it belonged to the demon djinn clan. These tall tribal guards look exactly like the one in Tiandong.
Pastoral Yun Jian city didn’t speak. He was watching the forest trail fight.
The strength of more than a dozen black killers was prominent, and it wasn’t long before the last djinn guard fell silver and cold.
So more than a dozen black-clad instant-pull formations surrounded the carriage.
It seems that I heard the sudden silence around me, and the carriage stretched out and lifted the curtain, and then a person came.
That’s an old man who is even over 100 years old. Compared with his fellow guards, he is a splendid man. Even if he hunches over and leans on crutches, he is still much higher than ordinary Terran men.
One of the killers took off his face towel after the old man rode his horse. "Don’t be sick, Lord Taifu."
Luo Changfeng at the top of the tree was quite surprised
As expected, it’s good that the demon domain teacher said that it means that the demon family of Bailiyun Palace is a teacher, and Yungong should be the prime minister, which is generally similar to the head of the civil and military officials.
Listen to the old man of djinn clan who is called a teacher gnashing his teeth and saying, "It was the old thief! I encouraged the Taihe Princess Palace to break the Terran contract made several years ago, and now I want to murder the old lady’s life and eradicate the dissidents in the Cloud Palace. I think that the demon family has migrated for thousands of years and now I want to ruin the old thief! It’s not our demon race and millions of sinners who help the future! "
Djinn elders abhor it.
I can’t help feeling that the crutches in my hands are knocking on the ground, and I hate that he didn’t fix it, otherwise I will knock these disorderly ministers and thieves to death with a stick.
Remove the towel and reveal the real killer. Laugh, "Let’s tell these cynical words to the ghosts in Jiuquan. Let’s just cut the head of the teacher’s adult and go back to a job before we have the leisure to listen to your nagging."
The demon clan’s teacher snorted, "I will never let you go even if I go to the grave!"
"Then you’d better go to the grave first …"
The man who picked the towel suddenly jumped up and threw the silver blade with blood in his hand.
The sudden flash of cold light in front of djinn’s teacher’s eyes as if death was approaching made him extremely unwilling to close his eyes to meet death.
In an instant, he felt a bloody coolness passing by his ear and then slammed a silver blade into the carriage window.
The old man of djinn opened his eyes only to see that the man’s eyes were bloodshot and his protruding face was full of consternation and he breathed again. After the man fell to the ground, his head was separated.
"What person?"
Seeing the mysterious death of the leader of the Yuan God realm, the remaining black killers panicked one by one in an attempt to find a hidden and powerful enemy.
There are indeed strong enemies watching in the dark, but the real culprit is to cut off their leaders’ heads.
In the clear clouds, there is a sword that flies around and draws a circle, and then it flies again, and the sword is fast and flashing, and the killer in black flies in turn and splashes blood lines.
In an instant, all the killers in black were killed by flying swords, but only one person was scared and fled.
Pasturing Yun Jian City Flying Sword naturally won’t absurdly leave this evil behind. Go back and report that it is suspended in front of the man’s eyes, and the tip of the sword points to the eyebrows.
The man was so scared that he dared to take a step forward to turn around and try to escape again, but when he turned around, he found that there was still a sword staring at him that had not been stained with blood.
Before dying, I exclaimed that I was swinging in the forest, and two flying swords ran through the eyebrows at the same time.
There are two paths full of dead bodies with hats, and two flying swords each cleverly jump into their palms and disappear.
Los Changfeng grazing Yun Jian glances are obviously just a sword and show appreciation to each other.
Chapter ninety-seven Cheng Bu Gong
"Terran?"
Djinn family was born as a teacher with extraordinary eyesight. The first reaction after seeing Luo Changfeng grazing Yun Jian City was that these two words were blurted out with surprise tone.
Breaking into such a high-level terran when it is 600 miles away from Yunling? What did they plan? Will you help yourself again?
More than indecision old teacher in the mind also sprout some inhuman hope.
Bailiyun Palace, Yaoyuli Center, is one of the few elders who really choose their positions from the perspective of millions of Yaoyuli people.
He doesn’t advocate treachery, and he won’t agree with those militants who tore up the Terran Covenant and brought about fatal disaster on their way back to their hometown.
Luo Changfeng wry smile.
How can the two of them be so obvious that the fledgling demon teenager Lin 12 or this experienced old teacher recognizes their Terran identity at a glance?