Dragon Prince Yuan

Boom!

Over the infinite pool of sources, hundreds of light shadows swept by, the source gas fluttered, shaking the void, sounding as low as thunder, spilling out the source gas, tearing out traces of the lane on the surface below.

These shadows, nature, are many disciples of Saint Yuan Peak.

At this time, they, moving forward rapidly, just some worried gaze, sometimes looking backwards, looked a little blurry.

Boom!

And everywhere they looked, in the distant rear, the clouds seemed to be torn at this time, the appearance of the vast light shadow stores, the sharp source of gas, the separation of the sea water, for a long time not to be able to recover.

Those are the pursuits of Sword Ray Peak.

They followed closely behind the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak, and they were approaching, and that momentum, obviously, did not stop today without eliminating Saint Yuan Peak.

Kongsheng, Zhao Candle and Bailiqiu were at the forefront of the army, and they looked ahead and fled the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak, with a smile in their eyes.

In their eyes, it's like a cat and mouse farce.

The resentment of their sword during the peak period is to make enough of this holy peak to be able to come out clean.

“Follow them all the time, and I'm going to keep them breathless. ”

“Also remember to exercise immediate vigilance if you see them approaching an island. ”

Kongsheng's calm voice passed into the ears of every disciple, obviously, because of the existence of the other party, he kept some vigilance at all times, after all, the latter mastered the source pattern, which prevented him from setting the source trap with some of the islands.

Being able to be the son of Sword Peak, Kong Saint is obviously not an oil saving lamp either.

Two waves of horses, one before and the other after, swept rapidly over the source pool.

And in the rear, the line of sight of the peaks, they looked at the fleeing Holy Source Peak, and they couldn't help but sigh, some sympathy, felt that the sword was coming to the peak, but it was a bit excessive.

Time, between the two peaks of this chase, quickly passes.

Nearly incensed, the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak began to be a little unsustainable, slowing down and falling apart.

Behind that, between the disciples of Sword Peak, there was a laugh and a glimpse, because they knew that today's farce should be over when St. Yuan Peak began to fail.

At that time, St. Yuan Peak, they will be left to knead.

“Brother Zhou Yuan, you and your younger sister should leave first. If you are present, you can make the sword peak uncomfortable!” Zhou Tae looked at the many disciples who had begun to slow down and suddenly said.

He knew that if it lasted so long, they would be exhausted by the sword.

“That's right, you guys go ahead, we'll fight them!” Lu Yan is also a silver tooth bite, this kind of lumpy escape is really too tedious, she would rather turn her back on each other to exhaust her energy, and she would not want to exhaust it in such escape.

“We fought them! ”

Other disciples also spoke out, apparently to the limit.

Zhou Yuan's figure also slowed down gradually. He looked at everyone and waved his palms, and the team gradually stopped in the sky.

And as they stopped here, the army of the rear sword came after them, and then the disciples spread like wings, forming a huge encirclement, and the three layers outside the inside and the three layers around the Holy Source Peak were impenetrable.

There is absolutely nowhere left to run.

Baili stared at the ugly disciples of Saint Yuan Peak and said slowly: “Why? You're not running? ”

“What I said earlier is still valid, and if you hand over the Zhou Yuan, we will let you go.” Though Bailey Slowly Speaks Slowly, intent is extremely evil.

“Psst!”

His words, however, ultimately led only to the spit of many disciples of St. Yuan Peak, who were the culprits who had forced them to blame so much on St. Yuan Peak that it would be truly foolish if they truly believed in each other.

And losing a source-pool festival isn't much, but if they do hand over the weekly, then not only the weekly, but also their holy source-peak, will be an indelible stain.

“What a pity.” Baiqiu, smiling slightly, then turned his eyes to Zhou Yuan, smiling: “The ordinary disciple doesn't understand the situation, should Chief Zhou Yuan understand? Why don't you make a mistake and let some of the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak have a way out? ”

Zhou Yuan said without a wave: “Baili chief, it is not a good thing to be happy too early. ”

Bailey couldn't resist. The smile in the corner of his mouth stirred with a chill. He sighed: "I really don't want to drink a toast, I want to drink a forfeit. ”

“If you don't know how to lift it, no wonder. ”

With the fall of his words, all the disciples of the sword peak, the body began to have the source gas surge, the whole situation, the trigger.

In that distance, the peak eyeliners were sighing and watching the scene.

Zhou Yuan looked at the surroundings that began to contract, took a deep breath, turned his head, looked at the young, and then both nodded softly.

The next moment, their eyes closed slowly.

Between the eyebrows, the soul jumps.

In the distance, Kong Sheng saw this scene, his pupils shrunk, and he felt something strange in secret. He immediately said: "Everyone, attack immediately and eliminate them! ”

Boom!

As his command came out, numerous swords swept out of the mountain disciples, and as soon as a source gas flood ran through the void, paved the ground to bombard the hundreds of disciples gathered at Holy Source Peak.

“Fight them! ”

All the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak are red-eyed at this time and forced to do so. Everyone's heart is filled with anger and impatience, even if they can't possibly be rivals of the Sword Peak, but at least, even if they are eliminated, they have to drag each other with them.

“Brother Zhou Yuan! ”

Zhou Tai's eyes also cast on Zhou Yuan, waiting for his order, to strike back.

Zhou Yuan closed his eyes, at this time slowly opened, he looked at the tidy sword to the peak disciples, and also at the angry and raging disciples of Saint Yuan Peak.

“As I said before, as long as you believe me, this sword is trying to eliminate us, I'm afraid it's not as easy as they think...”

“Next, this gift, please take the sword to Peak. ”

When his last word fell, his hands stamped suddenly and the power of the frowning soul erupted.

Behind it, a very powerful power of the divine soul erupted in the dazzling eyes.

Invisible fluctuations swept across the earth and heaven.

Boom!

At this moment, countless disciples were stunned to see that, suddenly, countless rays of light erupted in the sky and in the sea below, connected at lightning speeds and, finally, hidden, seemed to form a mysterious source pattern.

The curtain spreads at an alarming rate, and this area of the ocean is completely overshadowed at this time.

“Bad! It's a junction!” Kongsheng, Zhao candle, Baili's face have all changed, and what is most alarming to them is that this junction emits a fluctuation of palpitations even for them.

“Got it! ”

In the hearts of the three, they all pass the same idea.

They didn't think that even if there were no islands here, the Zhou Yuan and the dawn would be able to arrange the junction, how many subtle source textures would it take?

However, without more reaction from them, the low voice of the Zhou Yuan has sounded resounding.

“Enchantment! Go!”

When the sound spread, countless lines of sight shocked to see that there was a mist rising above the sea, and the whole heavens and earth seemed to have been cut and reversed at that time.

In the reversal of the heavens and the earth, Zhou Yuan's eyes met Kong Sheng, Zhao Candle and Bailiqiu, and his mouth was slightly cold with an arc lifting.

This feast, which was prepared for the Sword Peak for a long time, was finally put on the table at this time.