The lonely guest Li Qiuran stood quietly under the tree.

His whole body was covered in black clothes, a bamboo hat on his head, and the brim of his hat was wide and wide, covering his entire face, making it impossible to see his appearance.

However, the murderous intent emitted from his body caused all the green grass to wither within ten meters of his body.

After Su Luo came out, he didn't say anything and just looked at him lightly.

"Are you Su Luo?" Li Qiuran's voice was like himself, like a glacier accumulated for thousands of years, with a bone-broken cold air.

"Yes." Su Luo admitted without hesitation.

"Since you admit it, then come with me." The blood is better, the price of hot blood is ten times more expensive.

Li Qiuran's voice was cold, but he felt a little alert in his heart because he could sense the aura of a strong man looming in the carriage.

"Follow you? I'm afraid someone will be jealous." Su Luo wrapped his arms around his arms and smiled brightly. With his unparalleled beauty in the sun, the beauty in this moment was suffocating.

Li Qiuran paused, his voice still cold and hard: "Your Highness, can you dare to come out to fight?"

In the carriage, there was silence.

Nangong Liuyun's injury has not healed, so how could Su Luo let him come out to fight? What's more, Nangong Liuyun is the last trump card in the battle.

Su Luo curled a strange sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Li Qiuran, have you signed up for this Dragon Tour Ranking Competition?"

Li Qiuran glanced at Su Luo with cold eyes. As a killer in the dark, he never liked to talk.

"So, are you signing up?" Su Luo smiled faintly.

"Hmph." Li Qiuran snorted coldly, not commenting.

"If you are eliminated, the contestants in the Dragon Tour List should thank me more, do you think so?" Su Luo looked at him with a smile.

"Get rid of me?" Li Qiuran finally spoke, but the tone of speaking seemed to be heard by a fantasy.

"The total number of people you have killed over the years is 1,000, so killing you for granted." Su Luo raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Want to kill me? Hahaha--" Li Qiuran was incredible at first, then sneered.

But his laughter was not over yet, but he felt a little strange.

Su Luo in front of him is gone.

Instead, an old man was replaced.

An old man with white hair and a peerless strong man all over his body.

Li Qiuran's mouth seemed to have a big egg stuffed, and it instantly became dull.

The person in front of me was nothing but Xiao Shitou wearing the clothes of the ancestor Mo. In fact, this battle was requested by Xiao Shitou himself.

Since he entered the body of Mo Laozu, after repeated running-in, he finally adapted to the rhythm of this body. Everything else is almost the same, but he has never grasped the combat power accurately.

But Old Ancestor Mo was too strong and he couldn't find anyone to test it. Just now, this stupid Li Qiuran came over, so he couldn't let go of anything he said.

Feeling the powerful murderous aura ahead, Li Qiuran instantly entered a state of alert.

Li Qiuran is most famous in the world for his sword.

His sword was fast.

There are rumors that when Li Qiuran killed someone, he would pass by with a sword. When others walked away, the person who was killed felt pain... How fast should this speed be? Perhaps only the person who was killed knew it.

Now, Li Qiuran's sword is as fast as before, attacking Mo Laozu.

Li Qiuran did not recognize that the person in front of him was the ancestor of Weiyang Palace, but he felt that the other party was powerful, so he did not test the first move at all, and he directly used 100% of his strength!
Chapter completed!