He just stood the epee in front of him and made a silent mouth gesture.

He was saying: [Interesting, right?]

Xun Zhen was so emotional that her fingers were still shaking.

"Hanzhang, don't lose your mind, my lord is fine." Ning Yan and Shen Tang are connected in life, and they know each other's condition very well. But the person who said this is her scribe, one of the two incarnations of [Zixu]

, "I'll be here at this moment."

Ning Yan's way of being a scribe is the same as Yan'an's.

Naturally, she can also reject the fact that it has happened.

Xun Zhen wanted to hand Shen Tang over to [Zixu], but before he handed it over, he was pressed down by Shen Tang's bloody hand. The latter suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, touched the wound in front of him and wrinkled

He frowned and looked as if he was about to shed tears in sadness.

"Lord?"

Shen Tang turned his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes.

He sniffed and asked, "Who beat the young pears?"

Seeing that Shen Tang was fine, Xun Zhen's numb mind began to cool down and returned to normal. Then, he remembered that his scribe's way had hurt Shen Tang's IQ. It is not difficult to understand why the lord reacted like a child, he

She opened her mouth, not knowing how to respond. Ning Yan's [Zixu] was very honest, pointing at Jiang Ao who was trapped in the sea of ​​heroic spirits: "He!"

Shen Tang looked over with red eyes.

His expression gradually changed from aggrieved and confused to cold.

Xun Zhen vaguely felt that her reaction was wrong, but before she could figure it out, Shen Tang had already stood up like a normal person, raised her hand and transformed into the Mother Sword. A mark flashed across her fair and smooth forehead, and she shouted into the void.

: "Follow me!"

"only!"

jingle!

It was a response that seemed to come from the void.

A strange shadow appeared in front of everyone.

The visitor was dressed in gorgeous clothes with magnificent and strange patterns, and his whole body was covered in a wide robe. Only a pair of hands that looked like white jade were exposed. The shadow opened his hands and grasped them, and a stretched wooden staff emerged from his palms. There are red flowers swaying on the top of the wooden stick.

Huang Lie, Zhang He and Gu Ren lost control and got up.

The totem patterns on the Chinese clothes look so familiar!

"Gongxi tribe..."

"High Priest!"

Shen Tang seemed unaware, raised his sword and said, "Help me!"

Xuying prayed devoutly: "May I be driven by my god."

When the wooden stick falls to the ground, everything glows.

The civil and military palaces were instantly filled to capacity.

Shen Tang rolled up his sleeves, put away his sword, passed through the crowds of people, and killed Jiang Ao. The latter's vest felt cold, but he knew that there was no opponent of comparable strength among the coalition forces. Even Shen Tang and Shaochong teamed up, but he never felt alive. threatened.

He continued to show off as usual.

No matter who comes, fight them off as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, before he could see the identity of the person coming, an unshakable force hit him. Jiang Ao, who was not prepared enough, flew into the air and flew upside down. All the heroic spirits on the path scattered. Shen Tang attacked with empty fists, but Jiang Ao resisted with his heavy sword. But the sword breaks and hurts.

Jiang Ao: "..."

Shen Tang opened his hand and formed a long sword, asking aggrievedly.

"Youli is so good, why do you want to hurt him?"

Jiang Ao: "..."

The more innocent and aggrieved Shen Tang looked, the more he felt that the other party seemed to be more perverted than himself. Shen Tang said angrily: "If you hurt Youli, you have to play games with Youli. The loser will be punished. Let's play catch." Damn it, a caught ghost——"

She smiled brightly: "You must take it seriously!"

With every step Shen Tang took, his breath surged an inch.

"I'll count to three, you have to hide it."

In seven steps he was on par with Jiang Ao.

The eighth step is to stay above the first line and stop growing.

"Batshell, I'm going to start counting."

"one!"

Jiang Ao felt mortal danger.

But he cherished his life the most and rushed back to the battlefield.
Chapter completed!