Immortality Cultivation Era

Gao Ge stopped.

He frowned as he watched the skylight.

"It's too late." Gao Ge sighed when the fire was gone.

Everyone was dazed.

"What happened?" Qin Yuming asked.

"Yeah, what's too late?" Meng Jing couldn't help asking.

Gao Ge turned to look at them and sighed, "I was thinking about it, seizing this opportunity to eat barbecue, but it's too late."

Everyone: "..."

After listening to Gao Ge's words, Chen Qianshi was also sad.

One big and one small, eyes on, heroes cherish heroes.

Going away for a while, Gao Ge stopped suddenly.

He raised his head and looked forward.

"It's a powerful breath!" The domain name said first.

"Well, and this breath is still full of murderous murder." Meng Fang frowned.

That powerful Qi machine has existed for a short time.

There is a feeling of flashing.

The flying star sword in Gao Ge also gave out a sword chant.

Then, it appeared in the hands of Gao Ge.

The expression on Gao Ge's face immediately became a little grim.

"What's wrong? Is it dangerous?" Xia Lu asked.

Gao Ge smiled bitterly: "I don't know."

"Don't you know?" Meng Jing asked. "You don't know how to take out the flying star sword?"

Gao Ge smiled bitterly: "I didn't take it out, it came out by myself..."

This is the reason why Gao Ge's expression was severe.

For the first time in such a long time, the flying star sword appeared out of its control.

He used to take it out himself.

"Is this uncontrollable?" Gao Ge smiled bitterly.

Want to fight, want to fight?

Then you have to see, how great is your master!

What if the other party is a master?

Your master used to be cool!

He followed the flying star sword and continued on.

And Yue Xincheng is very tired at this time.

He didn't know what was going on, and that sword killed so many cultivators.

If you tell them, it has nothing to do with yourself, and you don’t know if they can understand it.

Yue Xincheng is a very formidable person.

This knife is not easy, he understands, but he understands that he is a very simple person.

The majesty of the knife really has nothing to do with himself.

Give him another chance, and he won't be able to cut that one.

It's just that the knife just gave them too much shock.

One by one, he could only round his eyes and looked at Yue Xincheng, but none dared to rush forward.

Probably because the knife has been held in the hands of Yue Xincheng, so these people will not have the spirit of lifelessness before, which also strengthens Yue Xincheng's previous thoughts.

Previously, it was these swords that confuse these people.

To be precise, they are inspired by their inner greed and killing their hearts.

At this time, someone came from the snow again.

The speed is extremely fast.

"Boy, give me the knife in my hand!" It was a middle-aged man with blood stains on his body that looked like he was seriously injured, so that his face looked pale, and he held a spear in his hand. Standing high and staring at Yue Xincheng.

Being stared at by the other party, Yue Xincheng also felt the pressure.

"Why should I give you?" Yue Xincheng asked curiously under pressure.

"Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to!"

"Then give it to me."

"I do not."

The cultivators inside and outside the big pit looked at them with a look at the mentally retarded.

Can your conversation be a little nutritious?

The middle-aged man was furious and the silver gun trembled in his hand, and a gust of wind swept through.

"Keep off!" A strong voice sounded, the fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of Yue Xincheng, his big sleeves raised, and the wind disappeared instantly.

"Master Fire Dragon." Yue Xincheng shouted.

"Let's go first, I'll deal with him." After the fire dragon said this, he flew towards the man with the gun.

"I want to see where you can run!" The fire dragon screamed and fell with a punch.

Carrying a long knife, Yue Xincheng retreated slightly, and those who cultivated immortals stared at him with greedy eyes.

"Hey, you also want to grab the knife?" Yue Xincheng sneered.

A group of immortal practitioners stepped forward.

The soft girl wanted to step forward to help, but was caught by the sister.

"Sister, we can't help much..." The sister said in a small voice.

"My drapery hat was made by him." The soft girl bit her lip and said helplessly.

"what?"

"Sister, why are you so careless!"

"Sister, you..."

The soft girl didn't say much, but rushed to Yue Xincheng's side.

"Reluctant to die?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

"Humph." The soft girl snorted coldly, too lazy to ignore him.

"However, we can't die." Yue Xincheng said confidently.

The soft girl looked at him with some surprise.

See, is this kid deliberately hiding his strength before?

Otherwise, how can it be so confident now?

She just wanted to ask questions, but she saw Yue Xincheng suddenly shouted, "Boss, help!"

Soft Girl: "..."

On the edge of the pit, Gao Ge smiled at Yue Xincheng.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Yue Xincheng touched his head.

"The fire dragon has come, will the boss be far behind?" At this moment, Yue Xincheng was reborn and transformed into a young literary and artistic man.

Gao Ge straightened his body and stood tall, looking at the immortals in the deep pit, the flying star sword in his hand, inserted in the snow in front.

"Move my brother, kill!"

A group of people looked at each other.

Yue Xincheng was moved to cry.

"Only you?" said a disciple of Xiaoshan Jianzong.

"Of course not only." Gao Ge smiled.

The members of the Longge behind him and the students of Xiuxian College came up one by one.

"Look, we have a lot of people." Gao Ge said with a smile.

Yue Xincheng grinned and smiled like a two hundred catty fat man.

Yue Xincheng turned his face, looked at the soft girl, smiled softly, and said: "I told you before, my boss is very good, right?"

After he finished, he reached out and pulled the gentle girl's arm: "I will take you away!"

The soft girl was stunned for a while, but she didn't even want to get rid of his hand.

Like the puppet, he was led by Yue Xincheng and walked forward.

Those who cultivated immortals shivered one by one, and even involuntarily gave way to the two.

Gao Ge looked at Yue Xincheng and sighed, "It's quite my style!"

Meng Jing's hand immediately screwed on his arm.

"Are you envious?"

"Ouch, it hurts, it's going to die..." Gao Ge's face twitched.

"Huh, that woman looks good too, but what about Su Hui?" Meng Jing began to worry for others.