Chapter 838： Respective ways (1/2)

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Watching all the elders, disciples, and offerings below, I was completely stunned at this moment. I took a breath and stayed in place, I could n’t believe it was true.

The dozen or so masters of the Soul Fusion in Zongmen, even one lore, did not have a live mouth.

Looking at the scene where the blood was floating and the corpses were falling, everyone in the scene was completely stunned in an instant. There was no sound from everything around, only the endless silence!

Not caring about everyone's horror, Zhuo Fan closed his sword into his body and slowly turned his head, but once again looked at Ren Xiaoyun, who was beaten by dozens of punches in the air as a sandbag, and the corner of his mouth crossed a strange arc.

The body couldn't help but shake, Ren Xiaoyun felt a sudden shock, and his face suddenly suffered.

Why, come back, why are you staring at me all the time? I'm really running out of it. If I hit it twice, I'm really going to hang up. There are also those elder offerings, don't look at it, hurry up and help!

However, the old guys still stood there dumb, and none of them stepped forward. I don't know if it has really responded from the shock just now, or pretend to be stupid and do not want to ask for anger, to provoke this Shaxing.

With everything in sight, Ren Xiaoyun was about to scold his mother.

Normally, one by one, one by one, one is not falling. Now, at a critical moment, when you save your life, you will lose the chain. These old guys are too unjust.

But he was anxious in his heart, and the old guys also had difficulties. More than a dozen masters of melting souls in Lianzongmen were killed by the kid. Isn't it just their cannon fodder that these virtual worlds go up to?

Sovereign, you also have to be considerate to me, and keep your strength for the Sect!

There was a bitterness in his heart, and Ren Xiaoyun's face gradually showed the color of death. After he finished, he was not saved. Who can save him here?

Zhuo Fan saw it, but grinned, stepped again, and rushed towards him: ”Ha ha ha ... as the lord, three of the ancestral temples, but that's all. The elders' offerings are bold Rats, at a critical juncture, none of them is willing to come forward, and your lordship is really failing enough! ”

With a slight cheek, Ren Xiaoyun felt depressed, but closed his eyes helplessly.

”metropolitan!”

At that moment, the old guys seemed to react, and they hurriedly screamed, their eyes wide open, their faces full of anger, but no one came forward to help.

Alas, okay, you old guys have thought through it. Lao Tzu is about to hang up. What else do you do in this sensational play, and give Lao Tzu a last consolation?

Hum, hypocrisy!

Raising his eyes and glancing at those people, Ren Xiaoyun couldn't help humming and sneered at his mouth, but there was a sadness under his heart!

He can't tell the difference now. Did the old guys really give him a consolation, or the hypocritical mask was worn for too long and could not be removed.

In short, he can be sure that these gangs of flattering old guys who are usually flattering around him are all unreliable at the critical moment! Knowing that this is the case, he should let this old group take the lead. What did he do to go out with Zhuofan that early?

In the heart, Ren Xiaoyun was full of regret.

It's a pity that everything is too late. With a clatter, Zhuo Fan's body appeared beside him instantly, and his majestic punch also hit his head fiercely.

This time, unlike the previous thrashing teasing, it is really a killing trick aimed at the key. Zhuo Fan no longer wants to play this game of abuse.

Unconsciously, Ren Xiaoyun closed his eyes deeply, but he could not help lamenting.

This time I really got into a little monster that shouldn't be offended ...

call out!

However, just before Zhuo Fan's fierce punch did not hit his head, but when he heard a broken sound, a sharp buzz suddenly passed into everyone's ears.

At the next moment, Zhuo Fan's fist fell abruptly, but he suddenly hurriedly stepped back, and suddenly flew out with his head hurrying. At the same time, a sharp sword bristled straight across the tip of his nose, the sharp gold that seemed to pierce everything, actually made him feel some pain in the face.

boom!

The sword mandrel crossed his cheek and fell straight into a mountain forest behind him. After a violent explosion, the fire burst into the sky, the smoke dispersed, and the area of ​​tens of kilometers was instantly flattened to the ground!

The power of his sword is actually more than double that of his violent punch!