Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4623: ?? Indifferent Kirin tribe

Awakened by words, all the descendants of the Qilin clan on the battlefield recovered from the shock, and looked at the virtual soldier who could hardly break into the army. The suppression that had been held in my heart had been completely released!

There are still seven or eight thousand Qilin tribes, who instantly become the natal Qilin, and face the most fierce counterattack in the face of the collapsed army of the unskilled.

The old man in the gold armor on the wall of Luodu City, after seeing this scene, his gloomy eyes lighted up instantly, but he immediately squeezed it again and replaced it with a complex look.

"Father, it is the Phoenix family who has come to support!" It was still the slightly childish Jinjia youth who was excited before, "We are saved!"

"Six Brothers, don't be too happy, their Phoenix family is not much better than the debris of the virtual universe, I am afraid that the comers are not good!" The most stable and strong youth said.

"No, the guy in the black robe is definitely not a Feng people."

"What? People who are not from the Phoenix clan, just now I saw him killing half of the Void Army! When did our divine universe have such a horrible existence?"

"Enough is enough," Weiyi’s voice rang from the mouth of the old Golden Armor, and then his gaze looked at the swordless warrior coming from the sky, "Let me go to meet the enemy together!"

"Boom!"

The huge horse training composed of several dark and virtual forces directly wiped out the Qilin tribe of nearly fifty supreme **** realms.

At the end of this retreating army of vain warriors, there are two figures hidden in large black robes. A gangster of vain power is terrifying, almost every shot, can instantly kill dozens of Supreme Divine Realms.

It is just these two people, who have stifled the revenge of nearly tens of thousands of Qilin clan descendants.

"Dam—"

With a clear voice, the ancestor of the Feng clan opened his mouth and spit out a fiery fire gang towards those two figures.

The power that is enough to destroy the world, even Jian Wushuang, also looks slightly.

But the scene that happened at the next moment surprised him all.

The fiery fire rips the sky and hits the two figures in a flash.

However, the two of them held their hands together, and the void suddenly twisted strangely, and the blaze of fire and fire barely spewed into the void enchantment.

Jian Wushuang instantly affirmed that these two people must be a half-ancestral horror, and immediately pulled out the Tailuo Excalibur, and vigorously split out a cover-up sword.

But the result is as before, the original sword is invincible, enough to be comparable to the half-ancestral level Shengsheng blow, but when cutting towards the two, the weirdness disappeared.

"What's the matter?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

In the direction of Luodu in the distance, a gigantic Qilinbao phased up against each other, and the colorful Huamang was like a big day.

The two figures hidden under the black robe, seeing that the remaining army has withdrawn from the battlefield, when even urging the figure to fly away in the distance.

"Want to go?" Jian Wushuang directly displayed the Tai Luo sword style, and the field of winter and cold was instantly overwhelming.

However, it's useless. It just makes the two people stand still for a moment, then disappears completely.

On the occasion of disappearance, one of the black robes looked back at Jian Wushuang before finally leaving.

The huge unicorn treasure came down, dispelling the darkness of the entire battlefield. The Huamang shone like a warm sun, shining on the body, with an indescribable warmth.

The huge unicorn treasure retreated, and an old man in gold armor emerged, and behind him five tall statures resembled copper walls and iron walls.

"Worship the ancestor." Nearly ten thousand descendants of the Qilin tribe kneeled down on one knee, their voices resounding through the world.

The old man of Golden Armor nodded, and a thick voice sounded, "Each duty."

"Nuo." The eight thousand children and grandchildren didn't stay for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, on the broken battlefield, there were only a few people left.

"The matter just now, the old man and the entire Qilin tribe would like to thank the two." The old man in gold armor arched his hands, his voice was neither humble nor overwhelming, and he was not grateful.

Jian Wushuang did not care either. Helping the Qilin clan retreat from the enemy is also his responsibility. When he was about to turn around and resign, the ancestor of the Phoenix clan beside him sneered coldly.

"I'm talking about old things, let's help you retreat from the enemy, is it just a thank you for smiling?"

"Come on, how dare you talk to my father like this!" The strong young man behind the Golden Armor old man's eyes widened, and Qilin Baoxiang was called out.

The ancestral ancestor of the Phoenix family, who had just complained, was completely ignited, directly in front of the old man of Golden Armor, and a palm was drawn from the face of the strong young man.

Clear slaps sounded, and the strong young man was directly pumped away, and the remaining four people instantly released their natal treasures, and they rushed to the ancestor of the Phoenix family.

"Enough is enough!" With a loud bang, the old armor of the Golden Armor knocked out several people directly, "Shut up for me!"

The ancestor of the Feng clan said coldly, "Don't say I dare to talk to your father like this, even if your grandfather comes, I will call him an old man!"

"Feng Qi, you also shut up, today you came to support my Kirin tribe, and I should be grateful, but my tribe has been traumatized, I am afraid that I can't receive a few." The old man of Golden Armor arched his hand, and the meaning of leaving in his eyes is very obvious.

The ancestor of the Feng clan named Feng Qi said again, "I don’t care about those with you. Now that the divine universe has fallen, I hope that your Kirin clan, like our Feng clan, will go to the extraterritorial battlefield together with the shrine of life. Enemy, not a corner."

"Oh, I remember that your Feng clan didn't come down early? Why are they now enemies again?" The old man of Golden Armor looked calm, but he was full of sarcasm.

Feng Qi was embarrassed when he said, "Lao Qishan, you dare to humiliate me! My purpose is to save the strength of the Feng clan, only to make a trick!"

The old man in the gold armor who was called Qishan no longer speaks, and he looks like a guest.

Feng Qi gritted his teeth, but he was helpless.

Sword Wushuang on the side pondered for a moment, and then said, "Senior and junior are the main swordsman in the Palace of Life. If the situation is tight outside the time domain, I hope that the Kirin tribe can reinforce one or two."

Looking at the young man with a low profile and few words in front of him, although Qishan doesn’t have much affection, he is also very comfortable.

After weighing one or two, he grumbled, "If the battles in the extraterritorial battlefield are tense, the Kirin tribe will definitely reinforce."

After speaking, Qishan reached out and waved a palm-sized communication order to Jian Wushuang, "At that time, Wushuang Palace Master can use this thing to contact our family."

"Thank you." Jian Wushuang solemnly arched his hands, and then turned the old Zun directly away, without any trace of muddy water.

Feng Qi stared at Qishan fiercely and quickly followed Jian Wushuang.

"Father, why didn't you let us fight the demon girl just now!" The young man covered his swollen left face with hatred.

Qishan looked at the back that had disappeared at the end of the star field, and said softly, "When you have that strength, I will not stop you. Even if you are tied together today, it will not be enough for others. "