"

"very good!"

Xiaolou nodded and was about to speak, but at this moment, he suddenly turned his head, and from the sky not far away, a middle-aged man in a cloud-white robe walked slowly through the air.

On the middle-aged man's waist was a long sword.

Seeing this person, Xiaolou's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

The undead warriors around them had serious expressions on their faces. The fact that the other party was able to walk here silently was enough to prove everything.

Beside Xiaolou, Tianshi slowly clasped his right hand, but Xiaolou shook his head, "You are no match for him!"

When the voice fell, he was already a hundred feet away from the middle-aged man in the air.

The two faced each other from a distance!

The small building glanced at the sword on the middle-aged man's waist, and then said: "What do you call it?"

The middle-aged man gently touched the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, "Jianzong, Xiaoyaozi."
Chapter completed!