"General Ben told you to step down, don't you understand, right? Then, you just kneel!" When the big knives of the black-armored warriors were about to be slashed on Ying Lou's head, Fan Youwei and the thin man's hearts were about to clench, but Ying Lou suddenly said in a deep voice. After saying this, he jerked up his right hand and pressed it down again.

At the same time as Ying Lou's right hand pressed down heavily, the row of black-armored warriors who were holding steel knives and slashing at Ying Lou suddenly stopped moving, and stood motionless as if they had been used by someone to fix the shot, facing in the direction of Ying Lou. Immediately afterwards, they threw away their weapons one after another, and then knelt directly on the ground. This scene is as if the scene of terracotta warriors kneeling and worshipping in that tomb has been reproduced before.

"Really, really kneeling!" The thin man was stunned at this scene, and he rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"General, why does he call himself General!" Fan Youwei was also shocked by the scene in front of him, but what he was most curious about was indeed Yinglou's words, what he called himself. As far as he knew, Qingfeng was definitely not a general, but an elegant person. It also indirectly shows that he will definitely not call himself a general, and this law is not elegant, but very domineering, just like a general who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and it is the kind with a very high status. This led Fan Youwei to be suspicious, and became cautious.

"That's right!" "In front of him, Ying Lou, who was standing in the middle of a group of kneeling black-armored warriors, looked a little meaningful, he held his head high and turned around, looked at all the black-armored warriors around him, and then said in a deep voice.

After saying this, he raised his right hand again, and after still raising it, he immediately pressed down heavily. This time, with the downward pressure of Ying Lou's right hand, the black armor on the bodies of those black-armored warriors kneeling on the ground exploded in an instant. After the armor on their bodies shattered, the black-armored warriors in a circle fell backwards together, falling straight to the ground. At first glance, it looks like a painting has been drawn around the Win Building.

"Stop!" After the black-armored warrior fell, Yinglou came back to his senses, turned around and continued to walk straight ahead, and after a few steps, he walked directly below the steps, and was about to raise his feet to walk up the steps, and the silver-armored warriors on the steps opened their mouths and scolded loudly.

"What if I don't?" Ying Long stopped, looked up at the silver-armored warrior on the steps, and asked very defiantly.

The silver-armored warrior did not open his mouth to answer Yinglou, but stamped his feet in unison, until the armor on his body rattled, and then pulled the silver sword in his hand out of its sheath at the same time.

"Oh, death to the one who goes further!" is what it means?" After seeing the reaction of the silver-armored warriors, Yinglou raised his head slightly, looked at those silver-armored warriors, and let out a frequent sigh, and then suddenly said such a sentence.

"Drink, drink!"

As soon as Yinglou's words fell, the silver-armored samurai on the steps immediately made such a sound, and then, they began to move, except for the samurai on the bottom step did not move but turned to face Yinglou, and on the next step, the silver-armored samurai moved slightly towards the middle of the steps, and then turned to face Yinglou. For a while, Yinglou was faced with all the silver-armored warriors, and he couldn't see the black throne above the steps and the gold-armored warriors standing on both sides of the throne.

"It seems that it will take some effort to climb this step to be on an equal footing with your master, it doesn't matter, General Ben is in a panic!" Ying Lou stared at the silver-armored warrior who had changed formation on the steps for a while, and then said this faintly.

"Hey, Qingfeng, I said you can't do it!" At this time, the thin man hiding behind suddenly shouted at Yinglou.

Ying Lou was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the thin man staring at him with his neck bent, with a complicated expression on his face that couldn't tell whether it was panic or excitement.

"Why don't you come?" Ying Lou stared at the thin man for a moment, and then said such a scene.

"No, no, no, it's better for you to come, you come!" After hearing Yinglou's words, the thin man's face turned blue with fright, and he shouted no, and took two steps back as he spoke, and made a gesture of please.

"Boring!" Seeing the thin man's appearance, Ying Lou frowned and said very boringly, then turned around and continued to face the silver-armored warriors on the steps.

"Come on, let me see what you're up to!" the turnaround Ying Lou muttered softly, then raised his foot and stepped onto the first step. Before his general landed on the steps, the silver-armored warriors on the steps were already swinging their swords. The studio raised his hand slightly, and the two knives on the left and the right instantly hovered, and they couldn't look at his head at all.

With a smile on his face, Ying Lou walked up the first step and then stepped towards the second section. The silver-armored warrior on the second step also waved the sword in his hand before Yinglou's feet stepped on the steps, but the result was the same, the two knives suddenly hovered, and the two silver-armored warriors stood motionless.

In this way, Yinglou walked up one by one, until he reached the last step, and the two silver-armored warriors on the steps did not rush to swing their swords at Yinglou, but stood face to face with the sword in their hands tightly held in their hands as if facing a great enemy.

"What about the wind?" Ying Lou also stared at the last two silver-armored warriors, and after a moment, he suddenly spoke softly to himself.

"It's almost fine, you will arouse suspicion like this!" The breeze in Ying Lou's body didn't know what Ying Lou was going to do when he heard Ying Lou's words, but he had a hunch that it must be a big move, so he hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Just right!" replied in a deep voice, and then jerked up his hands.

At the moment when Yinglou raised his hands, the wind suddenly rose in this huge palace. This wind was not an ordinary wind, but a strange wind blowing from all directions, and this gust of wind converged in the middle of the palace, and then blasted like an air cannon towards the steps where the winning tower was located.

For a while, the hurricane passed, and the thin man and Fan Youwei fell to the ground, lying on the ground. The silver-armored warriors on the steps who stood motionless as if they had been immobilized, also distorted by the wind on their backs, and disappeared after a while. Only yo even wins the building alone, standing proudly in the wind, his hair trembling.

"How's it going?" After the wind stopped, Yinglou asked Qingfeng in a deep voice.

"Keep a low profile!" Qingfeng replied helplessly.

"Hehe, it's not low-key enough?Oh, yes, there's one more thing!" Ying Lou continued.

"What's the matter?" Qingfeng asked suspiciously.

"That kid seems to have seen that we're tired of it, should we get rid of him so that I don't have too many dreams at night!" Ying Lou said in a deep voice, his tone cold and murderous.

"No!" When Qingfeng heard this, he immediately understood that Yinglou was talking about Fan Youwei, so he hurriedly vetoed Yinglou's decision.

"Well, since you said no, then don't!, however, I must warn you, to be too merciful is to be cruel to yourself!!, and one day it will cause you unnecessary trouble!" Ying Lou replied in a deep voice, and then turned to the last two silver-armored warriors in front of him who were not blown away by the gust of wind.

(End of chapter)