Gao Ge stopped.

Looking at the fire that soared into the sky, he frowned.

"It's too late." Gao Ge sighed and said after the fire disappeared.

Everyone looked confused.

"Is something wrong?" Qin Yuming asked.

"Yes, it's too late?" Meng Jing couldn't help asking.

Gao Ge turned his face and looked at them, sighing, "I originally thought about seizing this opportunity to barbecue, but now it's too late."

Everyone: "..."

After hearing Gao Ge's words, Chen Qianshi also looked full of regret.

One big and one small, the eyes meet, the heroes cherish the heroes.

After walking for a while, Gao Ge suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

"What a powerful aura!" asked the domain name to speak first.

"Well, and this breath is covered with a strong murderous aura." Meng Fang said with a frown.

That powerful aura has existed for a short time.

There is a feeling of flashing through.

The flying star sword inside Gao Ge also let out a sword roar.

Then, it appeared in Gao Ge's hands.

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

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

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

"Don't you know?" Meng Jing asked, "You don't know why you took out the Flying Star Sword?"

Gao Ge smiled bitterly and said, "It was not what I took out, it was it himself..."

This is also the reason why Gao Ge's expression was so severe just now.

This is the first time that the Flying Star Sword has appeared without its own control.

He took it out by himself before.

"Is this impossible to hold back?" Gao Ge smiled bitterly.

Want to try and fight?

Then you have to see how capable your master is!

What if the other party is a master?

Your master will be in a state of disgrace!

He pressed the Flying Star Sword and continued to move forward.

And Yue Xincheng was very tired at this time.

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

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

Yue Xincheng is a very confusing person.

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

That sword power really has nothing to do with me.

If he gives him another chance, he can't cut that knife.

But the knife just now brought too much shock to those cultivators.

One by one, they could only stare at Yue Xincheng, but none of them dared to rush forward.

Perhaps because the knife was already in the hands of Yue Xincheng, these people lost the previous spirit of desperate despair, which further strengthened Yue Xincheng's previous thoughts.

Previously, these people were bewitched by this sword.

To be precise, they were stimulated to their inner greed and murderous intentions.

At this moment, someone came on the snow.

Extremely fast.

"Boy, give me the knife in his hand!" It was a middle-aged man, covered in blood, and looked very seriously injured, so his face looked a little pale. He held a spear in his hand, staring at Yue Xincheng from a high place.

When the other party stared at him, Yue Xincheng felt under great pressure.

"Why do you have to give it to you?" Yue Xincheng asked curiously under the pressure.

"Do you want to die?"

"I don't want to!"

"Then give it to me."

"I don't."

The cultivators inside and outside the pit all looked at them with a look of mental retardedness.

Can your conversations be a little nutritious?

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

"Get out of the way!" A thick and powerful voice sounded, and the fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of Yue Xincheng. With a big sleeve raised, the strong wind dissipated instantly.

"Master Fire Dragon." Yue Xincheng shouted.

"Let's go first, I'll deal with him." After saying this, Fire Dragon rushed towards the man with a gun.

"I want to see where you can run to!" The Fire Dragon shouted loudly, and his punch fell, and the fist wind howled like thunder.

Yue Xincheng took a long sword and retreated slightly, and the cultivators stared at him with greedy eyes.

"Hehe, do you want to grab the knife too?" Yue Xincheng sneered.

A group of immortal cultivators took steps forward.

Miss Qingrou wanted to come forward to help, but was pulled by her junior sister.

"Senior sister, we can't help much..." the junior sister whispered.

"He got my hat down." The girl Qingrou bit her lip and said helplessly.

"What?"

"Senior sister, why are you so careless!"

"Junior sister, you..."

Miss Qingrou didn't say much, but rushed to Yue Xincheng.

"You can't bear to die?" Yue Xincheng said with a smile.

"Hmph." The girl Qingrou snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"But we can't die." Yue Xincheng said confidently.

The gentle girl looked at him in surprise.

See, is this kid deliberately hiding his strength before?

Otherwise, how could it be so confident now?

Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw Yue Xincheng suddenly shouting, "Boss, help!"

Gentle girl: "..."

At the edge of the pit, Gao Ge looked at Yue Xincheng with a smile.

"How do you know I'm here?"

Yue Xincheng touched his big head.

"The Fire Dragon has arrived, will the boss still be far away?" At this moment, Yue Xincheng was reborn and transformed into a literary youth, coquettish but deep.

Gao Ge stood up straight, condescendingly, looking at the cultivators in the deep pit, the flying star sword in their hands, inserted into the snow in front of him.

"If you touch my brother, kill me!"

A group of people looked at each other.

Yue Xincheng was so moved that he was about to cry.

"You are the only one?" A disciple of Xiaoshan Sword Sect said unconvincedly.

"Of course it's more than that." Gao Ge smiled.
To be continued...