Chapter 1427 (1/2)

Feng Gang's words, though not loud, are enlightening.

Tang Zhiran was stunned for a moment. When he came back, there was no hesitation on his face.

”Now, let's go on as planned.” She looked at Feng Gang and said.

Feng Gang nodded: ”whether we succeed or not, whether our immortal road will continue to be so muddled or soar to the sky will soon be known.”

With that, he manipulated the spirit boat, turned a corner in mid air, and galloped in another direction.

This time, the speed of the spirit boat was much faster than that of the que dragon sword.

At the same time, above the sky, a white track, straight ahead.

The que dragon sword, with flying wings and feet, now has one hand behind him, and his waist is as straight as a javelin. He looks elegant and graceful.

At this moment, he does feel that way.

Although there is no second person in the vast sea at this moment, in the imagination of Que Longjian, there are countless friars around him at this moment, including men and women. Their eyes are firmly fixed on him, and they keep exclaiming and praising.

”I am the most beautiful gift that God has given to the world.”

As soon as he read this, the que dragon sword could not help but tut Tut and felt his literary talent.

”How can I be so talented?” He couldn't figure it out, but felt extremely distressed. ”After I go back, shall I engrave that sentence on my flying wings?

But what if I come up with other amazing words later?

After all, with my talent, I can make the world admire any word I say. ”

Just as I was thinking about it, rows of small black spots appeared in the distant sea sky connection.

Seeing this scene, que dragon sword's eyes were fixed, and his mind was immediately restrained.

Because his destination is coming.

Flying forward for a moment, the rows of black spots suddenly became clearer.

Those are the reefs that come out of the sea.

And in the middle of the reef, you can see the wreckage of some ships.

The area of the reefs is huge, and the wreckage of the ships all around, big and small, reveals a sense of misery and despair.

Let alone ordinary merchant ships, even if there are friars of the ship hit the rocks here, it is likely to be buried in the sea.

After all, the need to carry a boat has already shown that the monk's realm is not high, and his financial resources are not enough - not only he can't fly by himself, but also he doesn't have a spirit boat or flying magic weapon.

”There's time.”

At this time, although there is still a distance from the reef group, according to the speed of his flight, que Dragon Sword quickly speculates that he can reach his destination in one more incense burning time at most.

At that time, as soon as the eagle in the rainbow appears, he will directly use his magic power to trap or kill the other party. As long as he can pull out the feather he needs, everything will be easy to say.

The heart of Que Long's sword is beautiful. He doesn't realize it at all. In the sea under him, dark shadows emerge.

And the shadow is still expanding at an amazing speed.

When the que Dragon Sword noticed something was wrong, these shadows had formed a huge circle, covering the area of tens of miles.

And he's in the middle of the circle.

The horror of the shadow, at the moment revealed a chilling taste.

When he looked down, que Longjian only felt his scalp numb, and the blood of his whole body seemed to coagulate.

”Who is it?”

In shock and anger, he gave a loud drink.

The next moment, a block of tombstones up to thousands of feet out of the waves!

Boom boom!

The amazing roar, 12 tombstones, each of which is dark, as if with the breath of death and yellow spring, rose from the sea.