Looking at the night spirit body blood Su Mo eyes more and more cold murderous look around the body has almost condensed into essence!
Huge stars loomed out of the sky.
"Tut tut brotherhood!"
Xianjian laughed coldly. "It’s just the right time to send you both to the grave today!"
"Today’s people are waiting for me!"
Su Mo’s whole person has become murderous and cold. "Today, I will take the night spirit away from anyone who dares to stop me. I will kill anyone!"
"What a big breath!"
Mixed Yuan Zong can sneer at "Who you are, just because you want to be a natural enemy!"
The cat said lightly, "I also say that whoever helps the wild martial arts is the whole fix-true world, and the whole terran, the whole clan and the whole clan are enemies!" "
"Ha ha ha!"
Xianjian laughed. "It’s ridiculous that you want to kill people when you are still in danger!"
"Xianjian, you should pay for it."
Just then, a cold sound suddenly came from outside the crowd, some hoarse and some low, but it was a frightening magic!
"who!"
Xianjian look a panic consciousness Shouting a.
This sound sounds familiar, but he can’t believe it.
"Who dares to come out at this time?"
Group repair also looked askance in succession.
Not far away, a monk in black robe came slowly with white hair hanging down his shoulders, dark eyes hanging down his hands and dragging a long knife wrapped in magic gas in his right hand.
"Ah, it’s Shura!"
"What shura is Yan Beichen!"
"Yan Beichen is not dead? Shura Dao has returned to Shura Zong, and now Shura has another man. "
There was a discussion in the crowd.
Sue ink at shura a a pain in my heart.
I haven’t seen Shura’s hair turn gray in the past hundred years. I don’t know what pain he has suffered alone in these years!
"You are sad … how is it possible!"
Xianjian unbelievable. Looking at Yan Beichen’s eyes coming slowly, he screamed with incredible color.
He suddenly found that Yan Beichen Yuan Shen had recovered.
"Yan Beichen you give me back! You are a monk of Shura Sect. Don’t implicate the whole Sect because of you! "
Shura zong, a Taoist priest, came out and looked cold at Yan Beichen yelling at him.
Shura Zongneng didn’t stop it and seemed to take it for granted.
"Who are you?"
Yan Beichen turned his eyes and asked with a facial expression.
"I am a contemporary shura!"
This Dharma Daojun has already held the shura knife in his hand when his palm turns proudly.
"You also deserve to be called Shura?"
Yan Beichen backhand a knife according to this method to cut off your head!
Black Mountain breaks generate and gives a suffocating death breath!
Poof!
The self-proclaimed "Shura" title brother was cut in half by Yan Beichen before he could react!
Chapter one thousand two hundred and ninety The outbreak of war
Psst!
An uproar!
No one expected Yan Beichen to make moves.
They didn’t expect that Shura Zong’s younger brother, Shura, didn’t even block Yan Beichen’s knife!
"Too hard, this is the way to kill the card!"
"It’s really cold-blooded for Shura to go crazy and even kill his own monk!"
Many monks look afraid to gossip.
"Yan Beichen, what are you doing!"
Shura Zongneng was furious and pointed to the newly fallen Zongmen Friar Avenue. "I don’t care if you kill him, but you mustn’t interfere in today’s affairs!"
"Don’t you want to fix true enemies!"
"What about that?"
Yan Beichen light asked
"You …"
Shura Zongda was speechless at the moment.
I’m afraid some Su Mo can understand Yan Beichen’s mood.
Qin Pian ran away from the hate magic knife and recognized Yan Beichen as the master. He got the "From Hate Classic" and inherited all the inheritance from the hate magic emperor.