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Chapter 293: see purple sword Shura's blood stained sword!

More than a dozen green harrier camels chase Luo Yu, leaving only a million people shocked by Fang.

”Lo Luo Yu defected from the Luo nationality and fled? ”

One warrior looked up at the sky and murmured as he ran away.

”It's not defection, it's being forced away, huh! What a great elder of Luo nationality. In order for his son to get Luo Shenguo, he forced away the real Dabi on the first day. It's a good method. It's really bloody sinister! ” A warrior in a natural environment disdains Tao.

It's dangerous in the river and lake, and there are constant battles among the martial arts. No one will look down on you when you are killed. However, most martial arts look down on this kind of person by plotting and scheming.

On the contrary, Luo Yu's strong character, indomitable fighting spirit, and his emphasis on emotion and righteousness are recognized and sympathized by most people, because this is the real warrior. Don't say a word, do it! Don't be angry, kill! The heart has the courage to kill tiger, sniff rose man love, do not yield, not afraid to lose, this side is the warrior!

”What are you doing now?”

”What are you doing? The first one of the clan pulse Dabi has been forced to leave. What else can I do here? Go and see Luo Yu's sword and blood in the sky! ” As soon as the naive warrior finished speaking, he left the audience and blasted to the northeast of Luoyu's departure.

”Go! Look at the purple sword Shura, Luo Yu once again wields his sword to spread blood into the sky

As soon as he left, countless people in the audience also moved. One by one, they were inspired and burst out, shooting in the direction of Luo Yu's departure. Gradually, nearly a million people, all in the same direction.

Dabie's main characters are forced to leave. What's the point of their staying here? They chase the boy in the direction of leaving, expecting him to create a miracle again, and what's the excitement of the performance.

”Look at the purple sword Shura, Luo Yu's sword spreads blood into the sky!”

This slogan is popular among nearly one million people.

There were only a few hundred spectators and tens of thousands of Luo disciples in the central square.

”Look at the purple sword Shura, and Luo Yu's sword spreads blood into the sky? Ha ha, this kind of thing how few I, Lei Haoqiang, purple sword Shura Luoyu, ha ha ha I, Lei Haoqiang, want to fight with you

Lei Haoqiang laughed wildly and whistled in his mouth. A silver white feathered crane with a wingspan of 67 meters flew over.

As soon as Lei Haoqiang stepped on the auditorium, the thunder light under his feet leaped more than 20 meters high. Standing on Lei he's back, Lei he's wings shook, and electric sparks flashed in the air, chasing Luo Yu in the direction of leaving.

”Purple sword Shura Luoyu...” Lin Feng's eyes are full of murders,

”I haven't asked you to count on you for killing my brother. Do you want to escape? Hum No way With a cold hum, Lin Feng called a green Harrier, a demon that belonged to him, and jumped onto the back of the Harrier with an ancient sword.

”Damn it! Elder sister, just watching them chase Liu Di like this? You can't help it! I can't help it Li Yu was so angry that he called his mount, which had evolved into a green smoke scale horse, and rode it.

”Of course, it's impossible to see the sixth brother killed. No matter what, Yueyao and Yuehua, we all go to help the sixth brother.” Fu Xuanxuan said coldly, and then snatched some green smoke scale horses from the palace's congenital Baisha guard and chased Yuehua's two brothers and sisters, Li Yu.

”Sister Yan, what shall we do? Are we going to help brother Yu?” Luo Qing looks dejected and asks Luo Yan next to him. It's obvious that so many separated brothers have died, and everyone is sad.

Luo Yan also looks sad, shakes her head and says with a bitter smile, ”no, we can't help Luo Yu. We just add casualties when we go. Instead, we can't help him. It's a drag on him”

”ha ha, yes, our strength is too weak, strength ”Strength,” Luo Qing sighs with a bitter smile. Then he looks at the elders who are still fighting for the throne. Looking at Luo Dao, his eyes are full of killing intention.