fairy tales

Chapter 1315 The Hero Is Lost (8)
Murong Ya was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he saw an oolong roaring towards him, his complexion changed wildly, and the wings of light flashed, he wanted to run away, but it was too late...

"Roar~~~"

The Oolong flew straight up, with a frighteningly fast speed, and collided with Murong Ya's body in an instant. Immediately, it knocked Murong Ya's entire body upside down and flew into the void, directly crashing into the sky thousands of meters high.

"what!"

Murong Ya screamed, resounding through the sky.

"Big Brother!"

"Ya'er!"

All the people in Murong Villa stretched out the "Illusory Feather and Sky Wings" and rushed towards the void, while the rest of the people looked at Chu Liuxiang in the field with terrifying eyes.

Even though they didn't experience this heaven-defying sword, it was enough to make their hearts tremble.

"So strong!" Huangfu Zun's eyes were also full of shock, looking at Chu Liuxiang in the field, it took him a while to react, tears flashed in his eyes, and said: "Xin'er, I'm sorry, I promised you It’s just that things can’t be done.”

"Master, you are too awesome!" Xu Haoxuan's eyes almost popped out.

Xiao Feng clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes showed a hint of excitement, "Third Young Master, I knew you were invincible, and I have to practice hard to keep up with Third Young Master."

At this time, Chu Liuxiang came back to his senses, turned his head, and thought of the situation just now, he smiled wryly, and for no reason at that time, a trace of imprint seemed to flash in his mind, as if asking him to pull out the "Wufeng" heavy sword , Later, he entered a mysterious world.

He lowered his head and touched the "卍" imprint on the "Wufeng" epee, and murmured: "Xiaolong, is that you?" Unfortunately, the seven-colored little dragon on the "卍" imprint did not respond at all. He sighed deeply, guessing it was Xiaolong who helped him.

"Xiaolong, I will find a way to rescue you when you reach the overseas cultivation world." Chu Liuxiang backhanded the "Wufeng" epee back into the scabbard, and looked up at the void.

"Murong Ya, don't worry about it!" Chu Liuxiang sighed.

However, he also knew that with such a fierce sword, even if the opponent didn't die, he would probably be seriously injured. Regarding this, he was helpless. The sword just now was swung purely at will, without any thought at all.

(End of this chapter)