Wang Shuai took a step forward and couldn't hear clearly what the middle-aged man opposite was saying to himself. He only knew that Bai Qi, his third brother who was sworn with him and Xu Qingmu, was in danger.
"Kill!" Wang Shuai's eyes were red. Although his body was imprisoned, he still took a step forward. Countless blood beads burst out from his body. After a while, his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, looking terrifying and bloody. Already
Wang Shuai, who had practiced Tongtian Lu at nearly ninety levels, was fully brought into play. Wang Shuai's whole body was filled with red light and he threw out that punch with all his strength.
"Haha, the little guy is indeed the descendant of Emperor Yan, even his temper is so similar. However, young people still focus on their character..." The middle-aged man waved his hand again, and two long white chains appeared
The dragon energy instantly flew out of the middle-aged man's hand and headed straight for Wang Shuai. Wang Shuai punched the white dragon energy with his fist, but the seemingly powerful punch was directly wrapped by the dragon energy, like
It was like hitting a soft sponge, and the whole arm was completely trapped in it.
The next second, Wang Shuai's whole body was filled with a blazing red light, and he quickly succumbed. Then, Wang Shuai fell into a state of immobility again, as if he was in a coma.
Sword Spirit is like a spectator from beginning to end.
Indifferent spectators.
There seemed to be some hesitation in the eyes of the two women, Xiao Xiao and Chen Yun. They both stood in front of Xu Qingmu and looked at Wang Shuai who was in a coma. They were in a dilemma. At this moment, the middle-aged man opposite looked over with some disbelief in his eyes: "
Hey, this three-inch backhand is so big?"
The two women turned a deaf ear and just looked at the man in front of them coldly and warily.
The little girl Ling'er hiding behind gently tugged on Xiao Xiao's dress and whispered: "Sister, that person is so scary, the power in his body is so strong."
Although the voice was as small as a mosquito or fly, it was still heard by the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man looked at the little girl with a smile: "The sun and moon are in the eyes, and ghosts and gods appear. Whose handiwork is this?"
Several people couldn't understand at all. Just when they were confused, Sword Spirit, who had never spoken before, was a little bored and said: "Okay, okay, I pretend to be mysterious here every day. Why didn't I see you being so backbone when I faced my empress?
Cowardly thing!"
The sword spirit seemed to be extremely disgusted with the man in front of him, like an old friend who had made a grudge. Even though a thousand years had passed, the resentment was still there.
The middle-aged man is not angry, and still maintains his smiling and handsome face: "It's been so many years, I must have forgotten about these past events..."
Sword Spirit suddenly burst into emotion: "I haven't forgotten! My master has never forgotten!"
Sword Spirit's voice became more choked up: "I have never forgotten it. Otherwise, the master would not have kept the hairpin you gave me. It was because it was stained with your blood that I never threw it away and wore it until my death."
It's on me..." The little sword spirit's expression quickly shrank, and his voice trembled: "Otherwise, why do you think the master would use your blood to create Bai Qi and Black Qi? Even the names of the two people
, also using your words..."
The middle-aged man stopped talking, and the smile on his face gradually became lower. Some things cannot be avoided after all.
Worrying especially.
Seeing the middle-aged man's silence, Sword Spirit suddenly sneered: "Now that your own son's brother has reached this point, do you want to help or not?!"