"Let's go." Ghost looking at the next Xiaoxiao is looking at the bottom, can not help sighing softly called.

Xiaoxiao's eyes slowly retracted, and then nodded.

"everyone back." The voice of ghost's indifference resounded through the sky. The disciples below were delighted to hear that one by one. Everyone seemed to have caught the straw. They would rather get a knife than fight. All the wind retreated towards the distance. More than 400 people have come, but now there are only 200 left. They are all frightened.

many swordsmen in the sky have abandoned their opponents.

at this time, Liu Zhen was fighting with Feng Dongting, watching the disciples running...