"Honour person, you have to let the fifty guardians go."
Xuan Ming asked anxiously next to the Xuan withered.
He almost succeeded in killing Su Yu.
"Just now, those Taoist guardians are afraid of the venerable ones, so they should be with you, and just now, those Taoist guardians have prepared to take them with them. If Yu Pei dies, he will surely be threatened by the venerable ones behind him. If they don’t let them go, I’m afraid the Wolf clan will erect many enemies again!"
Xuan withered light said a sentence tone quite some vicissitudes of life.
Defenders all know that Xuan Ming’s desire to be impeded to kill Su Yu is bound to fly into a rage.
And whoever races for whom will suffer.
Even the top saints and even the venerable ones have never dared to gamble so much.
"Venerable Sir …"
Xuan Ming’s expression was dim, and he realized that he felt unattainable and unattainable.
Race game and interest exchange have never been easy and simple, and it is not easy for one person or two people to decide things.
Chapter 742, 742
"Today, let’s go back first. If Su Yu is not you, I can decide to be touching. At this time, we still need Hui people to discuss with other venerable people."
I don’t know whether it is because of the golden decree or because of the failure of the wolf clan.
This Xuan Ming wolf clan old man doesn’t seem to be as arrogant and domineering as he wants to be.
He also has a taboo, even if that person has never even appeared in person, even if he is still far away and nowhere to be found, but he is afraid of the venerable person with a name.
Xuan Ming eyes a folding of the heart bitterness humbled, but also low "honour person".
"Xuansong ordered us to retreat and go back to camp, and then you can count the casualties of our family."
"yes, commander in chief"
Xuansong was ordered to leave
"Venerable Sir, don’t we give up so much? Su Yu killed so many wolves, and we didn’t do anything to go back like this? "
Xuan Ming looked at Xuan withered tone is full of humbled.
Thousands of troops didn’t take a Terran.
Once it’s out, the wolf clan will lose face!
At that time, Xinghai should treat him like Xuan Ming and talk about Xuan Ming and the Wolf clan like dark.
Xuan Ming’s arrogance has fought such a humbled battle.
He is unwilling!
Su Yu slaughtered so many lives of my wolf clan. What happened to me?
But this Terran doesn’t know what it is. Two top saints who protect him have come out to honor Wu Shengge, and nine!
Even Su Yu’s means of playing cards are endless. The dead wolf warrior Su Yu has at least one million wolves in his hand!
The great talent beyond the scope of a golden decree didn’t even see the venerable sir and dared not fart!
Not only did the Wolf clan die ten billion yuan, but even the Wolf clan soldiers suffered at least one million deaths and injuries, but now nothing can be done!
Such an absurd battle can hardly be shaped by two words.
Nowadays, two top saints and wolves are the mainstay.
Xuan Ming’s cultivation fell sharply, leaving the quasi-saint strength. If he wants to return to the top saint realm again, Xuan Ming will not only have to make some penance, but also spend more years to make up for his cultivation source.
Xuansong’s quick response and preparedness made his source injury rarely fall to the realm of saints, which was unfortunate and fortunate.
"What do you think we can do at this time?"
Xuan withered sighed tone quite some nai.
He has never been so wronged in all these years.
A horde of troops against a Terran is a serious injury to the unconscious Wolf clan, but the price paid is the destruction of millions of combat power!
How many wolves are expected to be promoted to quasi-holy wolf warriors in this world war I!
How many children are waiting to become saints when the door is opened!