"snort!"

With a sword, Yuwen Tuo snorted coldly, stepped on his feet, and chased after him.

Then, the red sword energy in the sky slashed through the sky and chased after a burst of air tearing like ghosts and howlings.

......

"The waste sent by Yang Yong is also useful, at least you can lead Yuwen Tuo away!"

The night suddenly started to squirm like substance, turning into two strange figures.

"Yuwen Tuo's Xuanyuan Sword is really powerful!"

A tall and thin young man looked like a scattered pole, looking at Yuwen Tuo's leaving back, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Youniaodeng, if you want to die, just go! If you miss the master's big matter, keeping it will cause you a dilemma!"

A cold smile, the black strong man holding a giant iron fork scolded him.

"Hmph! Let's go! Take Yang Guang's head first, and I'll discuss other things later!"
Chapter completed!