Chapter 391 (1/2)

After the elder Yan called out, a Li's face showed a trace of disdain, and his eyes were full of thick indifference.

Do they have time to get back?

Of course, it's too late!

A Li was called a sword saint of Shura in the ruins of the God capital. From this address, we can see her character.

She didn't get enough love from her childhood, and many people looked down on her. Therefore, she would hate the world and realize the Shura sword.

In Ali's heart, she doesn't care about anyone's life, but the god Buddha and Jiang Hao, who changed her fate, can't kill them. Other people, if they kill them, they will kill them.

It's not that Ali is bloodthirsty, it's just his character.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

All of a sudden, those lotus flowers directly penetrated the three yuan infantile friars, and the three yuan infantile friars also abruptly retreated under the reminder of elder Yan, but even so, they were not lightly injured.

”Brother Li, take the winged snake and others and go down to kill the other people of the Fang family. It is enough to give these yuanyingqi monks to me and my younger martial sister.” Jiang Hao turned back and looked at Li Qingshan and others.

Li Qingshan and others nodded and did not say anything. Although the strongest one was in the middle of Zifu, they would not be afraid of the existence of winged snakes even if the monks in the early years of Yuanying came.

You should know that the winged snake is a king level seven grade fierce beast, which can be compared to the existence of the mid baby dollar. The yuan infant friars are all in the air. They will fight Jiang Hao and Ali. How can they have time to pay attention to them.

Roar!

Then, beside the winged snake, Jiang Hao summoned the five phase fierce beast. Jiang Hao leaped and sat directly on the five phase fierce beast. The winged snake also took Li Qingshan and other people to the Fang's house.

”Stop them, don't let this fierce beast go down, or they will die!” Looking at this scene, Lu Changlao was in a rage.

There was a trace of disdain in Jiang Hao's mouth. He pulled out the sword of reading emotion on his back. Without a trace of emotion in his eyes, he rushed directly to the six yuan infantile monks.