Chapter 415 (1/2)

Seven major clans, pour out their nests.

Xiongzhen gate, Yanzi Lianhuan, Miaoxian lianzong, jinxianzong, modaoshan, mixintang, xiaoruyi gate.

The fighting power that can be fought is outside the gate of abandoned sword mountain villa.

Headed by GE Zhongwu, he changed into a black suit with grey temples and wrinkles on his face. It seemed that he was ten years old in half a day.

But his eyes were still burning, just like blood and fire.

”Kill!”

A word came out of his mouth coldly.

Boom!

The gate of the abandoned sword villa was smashed.

They have been very skilled in their movements. We have done such things several times.

Generally speaking, they break the gate and rush in. When they see all the living creatures, they will be surrounded by all the others. If there is a fish escaping from the net, they will fight and kill them.

This book is familiar.

But today it's different.

Ge Zhongwu rushed into the gate first. What I saw at first was a slightly lonely figure in the courtyard courtyard.

White is better than snow.

Mr. Shen San.

He looked up as if he were enjoying the moonlight, and as if he were meditating.

There was a wooden table in front of him, on which a furnace of incense crumbs curled up.

Quiet, gentle.

-- it doesn't match the murderous spirit of the whole courtyard at all. In other words, his elegant spirit alone has covered up those thoughts of killing.

”You are here at last.”

Shen Zhenyi turned his head and said only lightly.

His face is like a crown jade, natural and unrestrained. Under the moon, he looks like a fairy in the sky.

He didn't have a sword, he wore a loose robe, but he was still like a jade tree facing the wind.

He didn't look like he was fighting here.

He knew that he must die, so he came to die with emotion?

It is said that in the early years, when the human race was still prosperous and full of energy and spirit, some people would not want to survive, reorganize their clothes and die calmly. They once encouraged the courage and pride of the human race.

But this kind of thing has not been heard for a long time.

How can the ancients have the courage to take death as their own when they are living in a muddle and muddle along behind the huge wall?

Maybe it's the country bumpkin who came from the lower world to cut off the moon and fly the immortal. That's why they have this ancient style.

Ge Zhongwu thought of this place, and he said with a long smile, ”Mr. Shen is very interested. The moon is still good today. Are you waiting for us here?”

His eyes narrowed, his pupils narrowed, and his expression was particularly ferocious. ”Are you ready to die?”

When he came here tonight, he never intended to let anyone leave the villa alive.

Xiao Bishui, Pu Hui Shi, Zhuo Liufeng, Huo Rushan, JINDA Granny and Shangyin people all walked out of his back and stood in a row.

The seven patriarchs gathered in one place, even one.

Such a lineup makes people despair. In the 19th outer city, no one, no force, can resist the seven people's joint efforts.

But Shen Zhenyi still doesn't care.

”That was not prepared.”

Between life and death, there is great fear.

He was here, but he never thought of death.

He would never die at the hands of these little people.