He was so angry that he was almost angry that he was so angry that the words used by the letter of war were only seen in his life.

How do he ask him to speak?

Do you want to say it again?

Just when the two sides are dead silent—

Behind Gu Xiaoyu, at the other end of the Snowy Snow in Shu Mountain, a somewhat embarrassed and sturdy figure came over. Su Fu coughed, held a ragged sheepskin scroll and chanted loudly: "There have been many battles in the Western Region. People think that there are many sword cultivators in the Xiaowuliang Mountain, but it is actually a mistake. Although there are many sword cultivators, they are just native chickens and tiles. Cover the Starry Sky Lord and slash them with one sword for me Shu Mountain. The Master of Wuliang Mountain, and another sword..."

I only read a few sentences.

Every disciple of Xiao Wuliang Mountain's men turned blue and white.

When Su Fu declared war at the gate of Xiaowuliang Mountain, he had just called Fu Haixingjun, but he was chased and fled all the way. The war letter written by Wen Tao had no chance to finish it.

"Shushan Xixue changed his master, the new uncle, frost killed hundreds of herbs, the saint of Xiao Wuliang Mountain was more hearted than the sky, and his life was cheaper than ants. He repeatedly provoked and died repeatedly. Since then, the Holy Mountain has lost its households, and it is not blamed by others, but by yourself..."

After reading this, Su Fu's mouth also shook.

Too vicious...

He was worried that Zhu Mi would take action directly and slapped himself to death.

But that Nirvana was still able to hold on, but his expression was gloomy and he spoke coldly.

"Enough."

How could Zhu Mi ask Su Fu to finish reading this book of Zhanshu?

He looked down at Gu Xiaoyu and said, "I won't deceive you either. Since you admit that you gave this letter of war, then you will do what you wish... Let's make a fight here today."

Gu Xiaoyu still had that calm expression.

The young man asked Youyou: "Since it's a fight, why are the bets?"

Zhu Mi wrapped her coat and looked down at the boy, "If you lose, I want Shushan to hand over the person surnamed Wen, or hand over the Dragon Search from Laolongshan."

Gu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "What if I win?"

Zhu Mi just smiled, without saying a word, and turned back to the chariot.

Shu Xinjun raised his hand, and among the three stars, the white robe standing in the middle slowly stepped forward and came to Gu Xiaoyu.

Gu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, I challenged Xiao Wuliang Mountain's Samsung."

The boy in white robe frowned, "I am the star among the three stars..."

Gu Xiaoyu stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him. He shook his head and smiled: "I heard for a long time that three very young sword geniuses have emerged from Xiao Wuliang Mountain. It is rare to meet, and they all come."

He paused and looked at the other two teenagers with a smile.

"Just go together."

There was a dead silence.

Even Su Fu was shocked by the courage Gu Xiaoyu showed at this moment.

The young man with a pale face and thin skin was blown by the wind and snow at this moment. He raised the broken frost with one hand, aimed the sword blade at Tianxing, and said calmly: "My uncle was on the top of the Lotus Pavilion Star List back then, and I am the same today."

The black robe rolls with the wind and snow.

Gu Xiaoyu was calm and calm, and golden aura was burning all over her body. A golden god who did not belong to the Nine Realm rose from behind him.
Chapter completed!