Chapter 1292 (1/2)

Dongfang Luoyong's fleeing body suddenly slowed down.

After a few steps forward due to inertia, it finally stops completely.

The masked face bowed his head and the wooden sword on his chest.

At this moment, Yehong seems to be able to feel the unwillingness shown in his body, as well as...

resentment.

With a sound of ”Putong”, Dongfang luyong fell heavily on the ground, and his body slowly filled with dead air.

Dongfang luyong... So dead?

Night Hong eyebrow deep frown, always feel too simple.

Although it is said that the person who made the move, Dongfang Lu Yong is really so unbearable?

In the shadow on one side, the real green eyebrow stepped out slowly.

Before this night Hong several times ”is in danger”, the green eyebrow real person has not helped.

Because Night Hong has already told him secretly, let him not have to worry about himself, but asked him to help keep an eye on the Oriental record Yong.

And at the moment of Dongfang luyong's escape, Qingmei immortal follows.

The green eyebrow real person's face also flashed the confusion.

According to Yehong's description, Dongfanglu, as an ancient Qi warrior, could never be so easily killed by him.

Qingmei Zhenren pulls out the wooden sword between the chest of Dongfang Lu Yong, and makes a light sketch on his mask.

”Ka --”

a sharp wind blade flashed by, and the mask was split into two, revealing the face behind the mask.

At the moment of seeing that face, Yehong's face changed greatly.

It was a handsome white face.

High and straight hook nose, no blood thin lips, a pair of dead are not willing to close the blue and blue pupil with a thick unwilling.