Elder Gao Feng and Elder Hongying watched each other with their eyes, nose and heart. The older sister wanted to grab the younger brother's toys, this was the Fu family's business.

"Don't be so stingy, Marshal saved your life and gave me a prop in return. It's reasonable... that's all right, let me play for a few days." Fu Qingxuan saw that her brother was planning to fight with each other at all costs , reluctantly took a step back,

She put the cloak on her shoulders, "40% increase, I can try my own swordsmanship."

As she said that, she grabbed a bronze sword from the inventory, let it hang in the air, and flicked the spine of the sword with green fingers.

The golden cloud pattern on the cloak gave off a faint glow.

"Ding!"

The bronze sword uttered Qingyue dragon chant, and actually split into two identical swords.

Fu Qingxuan's cold face showed a hint of joy. She has studied this sword technique for a long time, but she has not been able to succeed. The ideal state is to split into two sword qi.

Each one has the power of the body.

But when she was at her best, she only split a sword energy.

This cloak directly raised her sword skills to a higher level.

If she had a cloak on her body last night, she would have already killed the dog's head of the King of Fear.

"go!"

Three bronze swords fluttered and flew out, roaring out.

A few seconds later, everyone in the hall heard a few hoarse screams from the darkness.

Then, the three flying swords carried the three corpses back, hovering outside the puppet hall.

Fu Qingxuan waved her hand, two of the bronze swords dissipated, and the corpse on them fell to the ground.

She then retracted the last bronze sword.

These three corpses were all wearing cloaks, and they were the three guardians of Dark Night Rose.

The dominator-level powerhouse disappeared like cutting leeks.

"Dark Night Rose has the womb of the Mother Goddess of the Chu family. These three people will be resurrected in the northwest, remember their appearance, and issue a wanted order later."

Fu Qingxuan waved her hand and knocked down the hoods of the three masters. Under the hoods were an old man with gray hair, a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion, and a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance.

Zhang Yuanqing scanned the faces of the three of them carefully, but did not find the corresponding characters in his memory.

Suddenly, Elder Hongying exclaimed from behind:

"Shanhe Eternal Elder?!"

The words "Mountains and rivers last forever" hit Zhang Yuanqing's heart heavily. He looked back at Elder Hongying with a horrified expression, and blurted out:

"you"

"Are you sure?" Fu Qingyang took a step faster than him, as if it was specially designed to block Yuanshi Tianzun's mouth.

Compared with his confidant subordinates whose expressions changed suddenly, Mr. Qian was still calm and calm, just like the iceberg beauty in the novel that men shun.

Zhang Yuanqing shut up all of a sudden, thoughts surged in his mind, like a stormy sea. JrNovels.com