"he is a man of strange power again."
the blood man looked at the lin hui and others who had flashed to the side of the nangong xirou, and said with great interest.
after hundreds of years, he has never seen such a violent force.
even the magic of those magicians is hard to get the power to go so far.
and there is no magic in this power, but it can have such destructive power.
"are you the blood race?"
xiao weichen held the blade of the green wind and stared at the man dead.
if you look at the appearance, this person is not much different from them, but the dress looks a little strange. it should be the dress of the world.
just now this man and the nangong reluctantly soft hands he has also seen, that kind of speed and calmness, this blood race strength is very strong.
"exactly."
the man nodded and bowed gracefully.
at least from the beginning to the present, he had not revealed anything wrong, and he seemed to be a proper aristocrat, if he let go of his blood status.
"just a moment, please."
the blood race **iled