Chapter 1394: Sword fairy (1/2)

”Eight divisions, who dares to break into it?” The Yasha and Galuro, who guarded the Eight Holy Mountains, saw a foreigner approaching the Holy Mountain and yelled.

The man seemed to be a man in his thirties, but he had white hair and white clothes like Xue Xue. He walked step by step, obviously walking on the earth, but it gave people a kind of walking in the clouds. feel.

It seemed that his feet were no longer the dirty earth, but the white clouds without dirt.

The man didn't answer, but he walked step by step.

Yasha and Galou Luo were furious, and the people who could be sent to guard the Holy Mountain were the best of the eight tribes. It can be said that they were the dearest sons of the sky.

They exploded in fear-level power and attacked the white man from left to right.

The man in white seemed to not see them, and continued to move forward, but the yaksha and Galuro in front of the man in white screamed and flew up.

It seemed as though an invisible sword flashed through, cutting their power together with their bodies into pieces, and turned into a **** rain.

The white-haired man seemed to have never happened. He set foot on the stone steps of the holy mountain. The place where he stood was clean and impeccable, but behind him was a blood-stained yellow sand.

The screams of Yasha and Galuro before their deaths have alarmed the eight tribes on the mountain. Many of the eight tribes rushed down from the mountain and saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired men who were climbing. .

Many grumpy Shura and Yasha have already killed the white-haired man, and the sky is full of glory. It seems that countless stars have fallen on the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even lift his eyelids, still walking straight up the stone steps.

The eight people who rushed to him, without exception, were all strangled by invisible swords, knives, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., various broken soldiers were cut off with flesh and blood.

The white-haired man passed by, and no eight people could leave alive.

On the huge holy mountain, there were tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes, but no one dared to approach the white-haired man.

Every step of the white-haired man, the eight people in the sky and the mountains will retreat involuntarily, and no one dares to contend with it.

”My eight tribes and the clan have always been good friends. As a member of the clan, why do you want to slaughter my eight clan creatures? Do the clan have to violate the original different dimension agreement?” Po Po, suspended in the air, stared at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain and asked.

Fairy man ignored her and walked up the mountain on his own, as if he was deaf.

”I'm talking to you, haven't you heard? I'm the king of the goddess of death, if you have something, you can tell me, if it's okay, take another step, and blame me for being merciless.” Chilled and stared at the fairy man with his lute in his arms.

Fairy men still ignored them and went on.

Qian Lipo was furious, his fingers flicked on the strings, and the excitement of the music turned into an invisible killer, winding towards the fairy man.

Click! Click!

Can't see the sword light, and can't hear the sound of sword qi, but there is invisible power to crush the music, dry the pipa in the hands of Aria, all the strings are cut off at the same time.

Qian Hao was shocked in her heart, and it was too late to retreat. She had already felt that there was a horrible sword in her body, and maybe she would have to head somewhere different in the next second.