Venerable Xinlian's strength is not something that ordinary people can deal with. Even Erfu has to bow his head, let alone others...

Lord Qiu Tian glanced at the half-dead Erfu over there, his eyes swaying slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Dang Feiyang next to him trembled: "Brother, we...will we die here?"

"Let's see if Bai Ye can deal with these people. If he can deal with them, we still have a glimmer of hope..." Lord Qiu Tian said hoarsely.

"When will the white night arrive??" Hua Jiangyue was about to cry.

"I don't know, but... even if he arrives, this Venerable Xinlian is not something ordinary people can deal with." Lord Qiu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "People, in the end, we still have to rely on ourselves. Maybe we can

Give it a try!"

"Strike?"

Painting the moon on the river and swinging the flying sun are both incomprehensible.

But he saw Lord Qiu Tian closing his eyes and secretly activating his few pitiful soul powers.

Erfu, who was bound over there, suddenly turned around and glanced at Lord Qiu Tian in disbelief.

The two... seemed to be communicating.

But no one noticed.

Boom...

At this time!

There was a violent explosion in the direction of the Dead Dragon Sword Pit.

Everyone was startled and all looked there.

"It seems... they finally took action!" Venerable Xinlian said solemnly, his eyes full of heat.

"Don't worry, when we get the Abandoned God Sword and the Lihuang Sword, you can hold the two swords and fight for the Death Dragon Sword for me. I don't believe that anyone can resist you with two Hongbing.

Four Hongbing soldiers, I'll see what those guys look like when I get back, hahahaha..." Xinlianjiu's arrogant laughter spread.

And at this time...

Whoosh!

A sound broke through the air.

"Um?"

Venerable Xinlian suddenly turned his head, only to find a dark afterimage approaching Xinlianjiu like a dark wind.
Chapter completed!