Chapter 1147： Guardian of the Treasury (5) (1/2)

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But before the war, Xiao Yan wanted to know more about the middle-aged red-haired middle-aged man in front of him. He stared at the middle-aged red-haired middle-aged man. He asked the question in his mind: Are we puzzled? ”

”Please speak.”

”Senior is this true body or ...?”

The middle-aged red-haired man wondered what Xiao Yan asked, smiled, and said, ”Have you heard that light can gather living people? No. I am able to blend because the exercises are related to light. Light.”

Light-related exercises? Light attribute work method? The crowd was unheard of and could not help but be shocked.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and restrained all emotions, ”Please!”

The middle-aged red-haired person saw Xiao Yan's performance in his eyes, and his evaluation of Xiao Yan was a little higher. The soft light falling from the air shrouded the middle-aged red-haired man, condensed into a set of dim and soft light armor on the middle-aged red-haired man. Then the red-haired middle-aged man shook his hand, and a jade ruler with bright moonlight appeared in his hand. The jade ruler is about four feet long and four fingers wide. It narrows from the grip end toward the ruler end. Although there is no sharp edge, although the ruler body is covered with layers of auspicious cloud patterns, it is sharp and sharp.

This ruler was named ”Xuanyun Jade Ruler” because it was covered with clouds.

As soon as the weapon was in hand, the peace of the middle-aged red-haired man suddenly changed, and his jade ruler pointed at the crowd, and he had a strong momentum.

Why battle is polite. The storm immediately cut the broken sword forward, and then two curved wind blades flew towards the red-haired middle-aged man following the wind.

The middle-aged red-haired man looked indifferent, and when the wind blade was about to reach his body, only one arrogant fighting spirit swept across the two wind blades, and the two wind blades were broken into a disordered air flow.

The red-haired middle-aged man didn't take it for granted, but the storm was laughing at him. When the storm thought, the turbulent air flow turned into dozens of small swords and shot at the red-haired middle-aged man; at the same time, the wind in the square was violent, and the air flow in the entire space seemed to riot at this time. Falling from the sky, like a rain of swords over the middle-aged red-haired man.

A six-star peak fighting emperor has such powerful fighting skills? The middle-aged red-haired man looked at this scene in astonishment, scorned it in his eyes, and at the same time relieved the doubt in his heart, and finally understood why such a seven-member team with only six stars in the early days was all six stars. Come here.