"So, King Qin, you don't want to call me from a thousand miles away, just ask me to help you hold the sword." Bibidong said inexplicably as he looked at the blood-colored sword in his hand.
"Hold the sword?" Ying Zheng looked at Bibidong with a clear mind and was speechless for a moment. After a while, he said: "If you say that, it would be great."
"It's true?" Hearing such an answer, Bibidong subconsciously bulged his cheeks, just like he was in childhood.
"Don't underestimate the fact that you hold a sword. The sword you hold is an extraordinary sword." Ying Zheng said.
"But it's still a sword." Bibi Host.
"Take it." Ying Zheng had already stopped while speaking.
"Are you angry?" Facing Ying Zheng at this moment, Bibidong felt a sense of timidity inexplicably.
"Does the Pope still have to worry about me being angry?" Ying Zheng took the Shura Sword from Bibidong.
"How is that possible?" Bibidong denied, then asked again: "What are you going to do?"
"I'm optimistic, the next thing we really need to do on this trip." As Ying Zheng spoke, another bronze sword had already appeared in his hand.
"This sword?" Bibidong looked at the bronze sword in Ying Zheng's hand and then placed his eyes on the Shura sword in Ying Zheng's other hand.
Although the materials and sword styles between the two are completely different, Bibidong feels a similar feeling from the two.
They are all swords of killing.
In Bibidong's sight, Ying Zheng put the two swords together. Then, while Ying Zheng's power was inciting, two bloody lights suddenly burst out from the two long swords and then turned into
Two blood-colored dragons entangled together.
At this moment, Bibidong felt his body cold. In his sight, a layer of white frost was suddenly covered with a few hundred meters in a radius.
"What are you going to do?" Bibidong concentrated on the two blood-colored dragons entangled in everything, and gradually gathered into a blood-colored human form in the entanglement of the blood-colored dragon.
"Man?" Bibidong's doubt gradually turned into surprise.
At this time, the two long swords in Ying Zheng's hand seemed to have exhausted their essence, and cracked traces appeared on the metal sword body.
As time goes by, a top sword belonging to the divine world, and a peerless sword belonging to another world turned into metal gravels at a speed visible to the naked eye.
out.
It was at this time that the figure formed by the blood-colored dragons gradually revealed their true face.
An old man with a slender figure but not burly figure, but under his bronze armor, he has an inexplicable sharpness and solemnity.
Bibi Dong had a feeling that the figure in front of him seemed to be better than the previous King of Killing, but that's possible?
Although the King of Killing is not Ying Zheng's opponent, it is only compared to Ying Zheng, but the figure in front of him...
"I am Bai Qi paying homage to His Majesty the Emperor."
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"Interesting, there is such a powerful person in this world, interesting." Deep in the sunset forest, a tall figure shook off the corpse of a ten thousand-year-old soul beast with its palms gradually recovered from a bit of blood on its pale face.
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"But this is just the beginning. When I can bring more power to this world, your end will come."
"Now, what I want to do is to live as this body and then defeat you. This will add some fun to the boring life in the divine world." The Shura God, also known as Tang Chen, now
He stroked his disappeared right arm and showed an excited look.
Then, the flesh wings appeared, and a strong wind blew up as they spread. The person had disappeared from the sky, and in that direction, he pointed to the direction of Haotian Sect from afar.
Ten days later, Wuhun City.
Qian Renxue, who had not left yet, looked at the information in his hand in shock, and his phoenix eyes were full of confusion.
Tang Chen returned to Haotian Sect. Haotian Sect, which had been sealed for twenty years, opened the mountain gate again and sent envoys to the Tiandou Empire, and then formed an alliance with the Tiandou Empire.
When did Haotian Sect become so brave? Qian Renxue looked at the information in her hand and couldn't react to what happened in the distant Haotian Sect.
"Tang Chen actually appeared?" Qian Renxue was only confused and puzzled about Tang Chen and Haotian Sect, but Qian Daoliu had solemnity.
Qian Daoliu, who has been suppressed by Tang Chen for decades, knows more than anyone else about Tang Chen's power. He is truly invincible in the continent except for God.
Moreover, he has not appeared for decades, and must be for the gods. Now he appears again, I don’t know how many God exams have been completed.
"Grandpa, tell me your expression, this Tang Chen is very terrible." Qian Renxue, who noticed the abnormality of Qian Daoliu, asked.
"The strength is very strong at this time, and it is even greater than me. If he forms an alliance with the Tiandou Empire, then your plan with the Pope in the Tiandou Empire may be dead." Qian Daoliu said.
"Grandpa, why is this?" Qian Renxue said in confusion.
"Your disguise may not be able to hide it from Tang Chen." Qiandao Liu said.
"This?" Qian Renxue was stunned when she heard this. She felt very helpless about the news for a moment.
"Does the more than ten years of planning have to be wasted?" Qian Renxue said unwillingly.
"It's better not to be a Tiandou Empire that survives the Qin offensive." Qian Daoliu said.
Although Qian Daoliu has never opposed Bibidong and Qian Renxue's plan, he cannot support it. He has only one goal from the beginning to the end, but he has never been the Tiandou Empire.
"Grandpa, that was my entire youth." Qian Renxue said.
"So, are you going back?" Qian Dao Liuwen looked at the granddaughter in front of him, and then realized that the granddaughter in front of him had grown up and had his own ideas.
"Yes, I want to go back. Although Haotian Sect is powerful, I have the help of my grandfather and the Wuhun Palace, and the identity of the prince of the Tiandu Empire. I can still be afraid that Haotian Sect will not succeed." Qian Renxue has recovered while speaking.
The calmness of the past.
"Besides, with the Haotian Sect, wouldn't we be able to resist Qin State better?" Qian Renxue said with a smile.
"Be careful, but because of the existence of Haotian Sect, are you sure that the Tiandou Empire still needs the help of the Spirit Hall?" Qian Daoliu asked.
"Grandpa, you're too worried. With the Haotian Sect, the Tiandou Empire needs our Soul Hall even more. You know, with the Haotian Sect, it just happened to dispel the Tiandou Empire's last concerns. The snowy night must be very happy now
Then, can the Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect form a balance just in time to prevent the royal family from being turned against each other?" Qian Renxue said.
"That's a cheap snowy night, but are you sure that Qin can stop the joint efforts of the Wuhun Palace and the Haotian Sect, plus a Tiandou Empire?" Qian Daoliu asked.