Chapter 499 (2/2)

Wang Xiaojian with the people, while walking, with divine sense, toward the front.

There is a winding mountain road leading to the top of the mountain.

However, Wang Xiaojian did not follow that road.

They are looking for Qiu Qing, who is very likely to be hung near the cliff.

So, the road they took was close to the cliff.

So we can find her as soon as possible.

Wang Xiaojian has a strong sense of God.

The Seven Star King Wu's divine sense is extremely powerful, and the scene within a few miles can be seen clearly.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Xiaojian had not found Qiu Qing, but he saw a group of people in soft armor walking down the mountain road in the distance.

There are 50 or 60 people in this team. They are in a hurry and they are very fast.The head of a middle-aged general, wearing silver armor, strong breath, cold temperament.

Wang Xiaojian's divine sense, feel this person's breath, then handsome face showed a sneer.

He looked back at Bai Junqi and said, ”Princess Junqi, do you know how many people are there in total who are chasing and killing you

Bai Junqi did not notice the arrival of the Moro army. He thought for a moment and said, ”Master Li, there are 80 of them in all.”

”Eighty?”

Wang Xiaojian smiles.

Before that, they killed more than 20 people, and now there are 50 or 60 people.

So the people who chased Bai Junqi are here.

In this way, the person who takes the lead and has the strongest breath must be Han Peng.

Wang Xiaojian, facing Mengqi, Daqiao and Luban No.7, said, ”sister Daqiao, Mengqi, little Luban, there is the Moro army coming.”

Wang Xiaojian's words made Bai Junqi shake slightly.

Big Joe, Mengqi, and Luban No. 7 all stopped.

Diao Chan was as beautiful as a fairy. Holding Wang Xiaojian's neck, she said, ”Xiaobu, are they the people who chased Jun Qi's sister?”

Bai Junqi also looks at Wang Xiaojian and thinks that Wang Xiaojian is probably talking about those people.

”Well! It's the people. Now that we're here, let's go and kill them. ”

Wang Xiaojian nodded, holding Diao Chan, Bai Junqi, Daqiao, Mengqi, and Luban No.7. They passed through the grass half a man high and came to the mountain path on the mountainside.

Bai Junqi is a little worried about Wang Xiaojian, but she is more moved.

So many Moro soldiers came to pursue her, but Wang Xiaojian stood up for her even though she didn't want to.

Wang Xiaojian didn't think so much.

He went to the front of the intersection, and then he thought about it. He took the Fang Tian painting halberd out of the system package and held it in his hand.

In a moment, a group of more than 50 people arrived at the hillside.

Far away, Wang Xiaojian saw Han Peng.

Han Peng also saw Wang Xiaojian.

Han Peng not only sees Wang Xiaojian, but also the princess Bai Junqi behind Wang Xiaojian.

Seeing the intact appearance of the princess, Han Peng's cold face showed a startled expression, as if he didn't understand why the princess who fell off the cliff would be here.

But then he seemed to think of something, and his expression of astonishment was replaced by cold again.

He looked at Wang Xiaojian coldly and looked at him.

He was a young boy, handsome and well proportioned, dressed in white, just like a handsome young man.

However, at the moment, he was holding the shape of Fang Tian Hua halberd in his hand, but he had the momentum of one man in charge and no one could open his door.

As if in telling Han Peng, none of them want to pass!