Chapter 1067 (1/2)

”Master, is it us?”

Whoa! Su Zimo breathed a sigh of relief, she thought she had been found.

Then, four slightly disorderly footfalls came in.

”Ghosts, demons, demons, monsters, it's you. Fortunately, the leader of our hall has come back, or we will miss it again. Since you are all back, let's go back to the headquarters first.”

”Yes.”

Four voices answered in unison.

Suddenly, there was a sound of stone rubbing.

Then, the sound of the disorderly footsteps gradually away.

”Mo'er, there should be no one in it!”

Listen to the sound of footsteps, also know that this matter can not be alarmed, Mu Yunxuan's voice is very small.

”I don't know. There aren't many people here, and they don't seem to see each other very often.”

Su Zimo thought about his coming in to see the situation after the analysis.

It's just that this hasn't lasted long.

The next moment, two people behind a few dark shadows, instinctively feel the danger of Mu Yunxuan quickly turned to attack, a deadly dark gas into the other side's body.

Feeling that the other side has no response, Mu Yunxuan is stunned, feeling that the feeling is not right.

Fierce a look, the other party's body instantly into a light smoke, Mu Yunxuan a look, in the heart of a dark voice is not good, hold Su purple Mo body side to avoid.

However, the idea of the heart just got up, just a side, a dagger toward Su Zimo's chest stabbed over.

Mu Yunxuan's eyes were quick and his hand was quick. He stretched out his long arm and stabbed the dagger in his opponent's hand in the opposite direction. Suddenly, the blood splashed from the chest of the man in black. With a cry of pain, the man in black fell on the ground and turned into a puff of smoke.

Su Zimo looked at everything in front of her coldly.

One side, there are eight men in black looking at them covetously.

These people's techniques are like phantom, but the phantom is dead. Is this the stronghold of the witch clan.

However, according to the conversation between the two people, they don't want to be the witch people. They call each other gods, gods, Geng Leyu!

Su Zimo frowned. He doubted that he was not a witch. How could he always think about it?

Even Mu Yunxuan looked at the scene in front of him, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Eight men in black lined up slowly, with the same figure and technique.

Su purple Mo a look, think of the first time to see the phantom, he is also using such a technique, this is to let Su purple Mo some doubts.

The daggers in the hands of the eight men in black instantly threw a perfect arc in the air and stabbed Su Zimo and muyunxuan. Unfortunately, the strength of the eight daggers was insufficient, so Su Zimo and Muyun Xuan easily escaped.

And the other eight people's body disappeared, the next moment and fierce line up in front of Su Zimo and Muyun Xuan, eight people like with a gust of wind.

In front of Su Zimo, Muyun Xuan's ink is flying, and his black robe is flying. The palm of Muyun Xuan's hand is gathered with a golden light, as if the God had come to the world.

At this moment, the eight people in front of muyunxuan suddenly feel that they are so small. It seems that the next moment, they will set foot on the road of huangquan.

”Yunxuan, this is illusory art. Only one person is real. As long as you kill that person, other figures will follow the news.”

Su Zimo reminds way.