Chapter 1242: Battle of Laojun Mountain IV (1/2)

Latest website: ”Xiaowen.” Although Ouyang Lan couldn't see the situation on the field, but heard Geer say this, she looked at Zhou Wen with a jerk.

Zhou Wen thought for a while and said, ”I'll try it.”

If An Tianzuo is killed, then it is their turn. Zhou Wen thought that it would be better to shoot now, at least a little easier.

He only needs to get rid of Dong Shi, and the other guardian's abilities do not pose much threat to An Tianzuo. Let him deal with it himself. Zhou Wen has always disliked such things as murder.

Zhou Wen stepped down Laojun Mountain and was about to enter the battlefield, but suddenly frowned, and his body quickly retreated.

A ghostly arrow flew past Zhou Wen's forehead hair and disappeared during the flight.

Zhou Wen turned his head and saw Xiao holding the bow in one hand, and grabbed the other hand in the air. An arrow appeared in his hand, placed the arrow on the bowstring, and pointed at Zhou Wen: ”Little brother, don't interrupt this wonderful performance?”

”Xiao!” Ouyang Lan exclaimed, naturally she knew Xiao was powerful.

At the time, Zhou Wen and An Tianzuo were both present, and under the circumstances, they could not leave Xiao.

And beside Xiao, there were two people standing there, and looking at their attitude, it should not be Xiao's subordinates, it is likely that, like Xiao, they were both saints in the temple.

What Zhou Wen lazy said, summoned Jian Wan directly and held it in his hand.

”Why go in such a hurry?” The arrow in Xiao's hand flew out like a ghost, making Zhou Wen have to dodge his arrow.

The other two saints also blocked Zhou Wen's way to support An Tianzuo from different directions.

”Let me introduce to you, this is a thunderstorm, the saint of the Innate Temple.” Xiao Xiaoying pointed at a guard wearing armor, not tall, but the figure developed horizontally, like a tank-like guy.

The thunderstorm grunted coldly and said nothing.

Xiao pointed to another man who was relatively normal, but wearing a gorgeous armor, like the saint dressed in the emperor's tour, said: ”This is the saint Huang Quan of the emperor's temple.”

Huang Quan looked down at Zhou Wen, as if the emperor was watching slaves, and said coldly: ”Xiao, I'm here to kill An Tianzuo, you guys, you should solve it yourself.”

Xiao Que said positively: ”Brother Huang Quan, don't underestimate the enemy. His strength is not under An Tianzuo. I am not his opponent, but it is safe for me to join three people together.”

When Huang Quan and Thunderstorm heard Xiao say this, they both showed contempt.

”What you saints who follow the temple would do is to avoid the heavy ones, to deal with such a person, but also to join us with the three saints, saying that they are not afraid of shame,” Huang Quan said dismissively.

”It's better to lose one's life than to lose one's life.” Xiao didn't take it seriously. Seeing his appearance, it seemed that as soon as Huang Quan and the thunderstorm left, he would immediately flash people, and he would never fight with Zhou Wen directly.

”Also, it doesn't take much time to clean up a guy who is not in the stream. Anyway, An Tianzuo can't run away, it's not too late to kill him, and then kill An Tianzuo.” Huang Quan said, walking towards Zhou Wen. .