Chapter 604 (1/2)
In the void, Xi Feng, the fourth disciple of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, withered. Shi Fuhua, the fifth disciple, both of them had a light smile on their faces. They looked at Wan moti, the outer gate of the Gangsha road.
”Why should the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy intervene in secular disputes?” Wan moti, the withered old man, looks very ugly. He stares at two young men in the void and asks coldly.
”Ha ha, the top clan forces can't interfere in the dispute of dynasty forces. Why do you come here Full of scholarly atmosphere, the poet's eyes were full of laughter, and he asked wanmoti in a low voice.
”This...” Wan moti's face was red and white, and his eyes were full of cold light. He was staring at the two people on the opposite side, and they were speechless for a moment.
On both sides, a group of dozens of strong men in the outer gate, all with cold eyes, stood beside Wan moti and said nothing.
”Hehe, aftershock is the first of the three generations of disciples of our college's Sutra Pavilion. We are so stiff that we call it orthodox, but we deceive each other with the help of the martial arts masters of the soul realm. Is it hard to be true? When there is no one in our college's Sutra pavilion The west wind with long robe and cold complexion gave a cold smile and turned his eyes. Wan moti asked with disdain.
”Hei hei, Wuchen has met the fourth elder martial brother. The fifth elder martial brother!”
”Fourth martial uncle. Fifth martial uncle!”
At the same time, aftershocks. No trace. Both of them stepped out of the air, heart is full of warmth standing in the west wind withered. Poetry belly China two people around.
”Hum, the Sutra collection Pavilion of the Academy, is it ready to fight with me?” Wan Mo Ti gave a cold hum, but did not answer the question of the west wind. Behind him, dozens of strong people scattered to both sides and surrounded them.
”Ha ha, war? Do you have that capital? ” West Wind withered step out, his eyes cold incomparable, looking directly at Wan moti, a cold sense of turbulence, the presence of a group of strong unexpectedly all unconsciously hit a shiver.
”When the west wind blows, everything withers!”
For a moment, the rampant wind suddenly rose, and the fierce wind was like a sharp knife. In the void, the faces of all the powerful people were all sinking at the same time. The exuberant breath of life on every strong person of the rigid evil way was rapidly decaying under the attack of the fierce wind.
”Brush, brush!” Dozens of the power of the realm of the soul and the realm of the emperor ascended, and the power of the laws emerged at the same time. The fierce westerly wind is still raging like a sword, which encircles dozens of strong people.
”Ha ha, stiff evil way, seem to be not enough to see!” He is full of scholarly poetry, and his arms are open. Behind him, there are thousands of butterflies dancing poetry. Taoism, poetry and books are rolling and winding, just like a long dragon of poetry and books.
The butterfly dance of poetry and books lingers in the void, and the momentum of the long dragon is extremely bad. The dozens of strong people in front of them are all worried, and the long longan is full of fear.
”Hoo A dull breath came from the mouth of Wan moti, a dry old man. In the void, pieces of withered leaves suddenly rose out of the air and turned into the fleeting light and shadow of the Tao. They rushed into the body of the strong one of the stiff and evil Tao.
Poop, poop. Poop, poop