Unbelievable Ninth Young Miss: Emperor, Don’t Run Away!

Chapter 907 Sun Bozhong exits

I was alone and looked up at the fat old man. At this time, the fat old man had already rushed to the front: "Hey, are you okay?! What is going on here?! How come I closed for three years, and once I went out, Guan Ling Huazong changed." Become like this?!"

"Sun elders? Hey! It's hard to say a word. In short, these people are all gods and devils. They have already turned to the demon temple. Now they have to help the demon temple to destroy the Qingxuan continent." Xuanyuan’s head said the current In the case, taking advantage of this gap, I took out the medicinal herbs and swallowed them.

The coming person is the famous master of the cloud, and the grandson of Sun Bozhong, who has retired for three years. At this time, it is already the peak of the seven layers of the Emperor. If it is not the sect of the Linghua sect, he will not be alarmed, at least It will take another two years to get out.

The solitary opinion Sun Elder and his own spiritual level are the same, and there is a hint of coziness in his heart. This Sun Bozhong fight is a mixed force, I may not be able to beat him.

The elder Sun was originally the temper of the fire. He heard Xuanyuan’s head say so, and suddenly it was blown up. He lifted the big knife and went down to the loneliness.

"You old man, turned his elbows out, you are looking for death!"

Do not dare to resist, and jumped to the side to escape the grandson of Sun’s elders. As soon as he raised his hand, several wind blades went straight to Sun’s elders. Sun’s elders did not hide at all. With a big knife, those wind blades suddenly disappeared. Out of the air.

The loneliness of the solitary mind is even worse. This old and undead, although it is the same as me, but my spiritual power is a sudden increase in the consumption of medicinal herbs. Naturally, no more spiritual than him, the hero does not eat the loss, so he moves toward Shouted next to him: "Come on, help me to deal with this old man."

Hearing the shouts of the singularity, he immediately jumped over the three gold-faced messengers, all of which were the seven layers of the emperor. The four men wrapped the elders in the middle.

After half an hour, Sun’s elders couldn’t hold back. Although he was solid and solid, he had more than enough to deal with a solitary singer. It’s still okay to deal with two, but it’s hard to deal with four at once.

Xuanyuan’s head has been entangled in two golden faces at this time, and he has been self-sufficient.

Solitary laughter: "Sun Bozhong, you are crazy, you continue to be mad! You can only complain that you are not born, you are also a generation of heroes, but you met our gods, you are today a dead end ""

Sun Chang’s old temper is violent, and the loser does not lose: “I’m alone, you are a pharaoh’s gossip! Grandpa, even if he is dead, is a hero, not like a turtle grandson, for the sake of personal gain, even the ancestors don’t want it.”

The singular face of the singer: "Kill! Kill me this old and immortal!"

The four men stepped up their offensive. The clothes of Sun Chang’s body were gradually stained with blood, red eyes, and the big knife was still awkward, like a **** of war.

In the heart of the loneliness, I was born with a sense of arrogance. This Sun Bozhong is simply not a human being. The injury is so heavy that he can persist for such a long time. Today he must be killed, otherwise it will become a trouble.

"Everyone, add more effort, this old man is already the end of the strong, killing him, the rest of these people are not afraid!"

The four men stepped up their offensive again. Sun’s elders finally couldn’t resist. They were stabbed in the abdomen by a solitary sword. They were stabbed in the right leg by another person. He supported his body with a big knife, and this did not fall.

"Don't be alone, grandfather will pull you even if he is dead, you one can't live!" Sun Chang Lao screamed.

"Not good! He wants to blew himself! Quickly open!"

(End of this chapter)