If it was ten years ago, as a pure Penglai person, Leng Yanru would not have any reaction to this sentence, but now, when she heard this sentence, she immediately noticed Jiang Ziya's tone. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info words that revealed a little resentment while being confident came from the mouth of such a hero, which made her a little confused. But she also knows how enviable the Penglai tribe, as an inhuman person, is for human beings.

"Not letting you join Penglai must be the most serious mistake made by the elders of the clan." Leng Yanru said from the bottom of his heart, and when he heard this, Jiang Ziya was stunned for a moment, and then showed a mysterious smile: "I almost forgot that you are a Penglai person just now." The Penglai people, who have always been indifferent and self-conscious, will not react to this kind of trivial matter. They only know how to follow the way of heaven, regard people's hearts as grass mustard, and think that all the people under the road are ants, because they have no seven emotions and six desires, they don't know what hope is, and they don't understand what despair is like. ”

The young Taoist boy raised his head and looked at the belated crescent moon, as if he had returned to thousands of years ago: "I went to Kunlun Mountain at the age of thirty-two, and I have practiced on the mountain for forty years, and I was originally like them. Until the woman...... No, it's the demon of the Rakshasa clan, and when she died at my hands, I thought something might be different. ”

"I still remember that at the end, Di Xin was sitting in the fire of the Star Picking Tower, still wearing a yellow robe and a crown. Seeing him laughing in the firelight, others thought he was laughing at himself, but I knew that he was laughing at us, human beings who could not control their own destiny. He was also a generation of kings, ruling the land of Shenzhou with the support of Rakshasas, but that was not his own power after all. Between heaven and earth, the strong are respected, only non-people have such power, if you can become a Penglai people, you don't have to look at the faces of others, you can have your own life. ”

Turning his head, Dao Tong looked at the thoughtful cold face and smiled reminiscingly: "So, I envy you." ”

As if he suddenly woke up, Leng Yanru lowered his head and said, "If we can successfully return this time, the elders of the clan will definitely welcome you to be one of us." If you don't give up, Yan will follow as you wish. ”

The immature vocal cords let out a green laugh, and Star Coin Caster smiled: "Of course, ten years of red dust have turned you into an alien, if you don't follow me, where can you go." ”

The cold face was stunned, and then there was a chill. At this moment, a new picture suddenly changed in the water mirror, and Leng Yanru just glanced at it, and then changed his face instantly: "He hasn't left yet!?" How does it look different from the first day? ”

A few minutes ago, a shield-wielding Spartan descended from the sky.

The steel spear is just like its shape, straight in and straight out, calm and cold, no detours or tricks, and the first priority is to kill and kill. The solid round shield is also a tool for killing, but it is used to protect the safety of the killing machine, so that it can run longer and more efficiently. In the eyes of the Spartans, the warrior was destined to be stained with blood, and without the consciousness of killing and dying in battle, he should not take up arms.

The overlord didn't say a word, and the halberd in his hand had already responded. The sharp murder weapon rained down on the Spartan's round shield, and the furious attack was like a warplane bombing in an instant, blowing the shield beyond recognition, but it failed to destroy its defensive function. At the moment when the overlord's attack slowed down slightly, the cold-blooded spear suddenly struck as if it had not been affected in the slightest. It is not a fierce and domineering bear, nor a tricky and cold poisonous snake, but a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, as fast as lightning and hitting the vital point.

The overlord's halberd danced like a windmill in an instant, and the dancing halberd struck the spear down like a whistling wheel. However, the spear just fell, and then it seemed to turn a corner, and it bounced up again and launched a straight stab, and it turned out that in the moment just now, the Spartan had already rolled to the side, and the hand holding the tail of the spear did not tremble at all, like a boulder on the top of a mountain cliff, immovable.

Tough and agile at the same time, the Servant in front of him is a good player in white-knuckle combat, even if not a first-class hero. The Holy Grail Lancer picked up his halberd again, struck the Spartan spear with a round dance, and in the interval between the opponent's next attack, he simply threw the halberd, clenched his hands into fists, and a huge force burst out from the black iron fist armor, and hit the Spartan's steely body.

However, just a second before the iron fist reached the flesh, the tattered round shield was just right between the two, and then there was a muffled sound of shattering. The Spartan took a few steps back, his spear in his hand, panting, a little blood splashed on his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it. And the round shield just now turned into a little light and disappeared under the crescent moon.

After less than three minutes of appearance, the round shield of self-defense was destroyed by the Holy Grail Lancer, and the Spartan's eyes showed a little jealousy, but more excitement. However, he was about to rush forward when a spear stopped him, and Lancer, the blonde-haired and silver-armored sword, walked in front of him.

"Lancer the Scepter, my battle with him isn't over yet, can you give me a little more time?" Percival looked at the Spartans and pleaded sincerely, but the answer to her was a metallic cold reply: "No." ”

"You can't stop him now, and if you lose it here, it's bad for the morale of our army, and it's not necessary. I will hold him back, and you will wait for the opportunity to attack. As if he felt that the two words were too simple, the Spartans added two more sentences, although they were still simple. But Percival was obviously dissatisfied with his response, and frowned slightly: "The knight doesn't do sneak attacks, we besieged him just now to crusade against injustice, if you have the same position, we can stand side by side with you to defend against the enemy, instead of suddenly undeclared war." ”

The Spartan's knife-like face did not change, his eyes were always focused on the overlord's body, and the language organization was still clear: "No matter how good a hunter is, he will encounter a beast that needs to be hunted, and a siege is not a despicable thing." Good and evil are relative, so how can you determine that he is a teacher of unrighteousness? I don't care what psychological burden you have, but since the Masters have asked us to defeat him here, then I will not retreat. But the sword Lancer, the Holy Grail prefix on him, I'm going to take it. ”

Seemingly indifferent to the latter sentence, Percival asked, "Master's spell is to destroy the girl and her Servant, when did you say you were going to defeat this guy?" The Spartans were also stunned, but then understood: "Just as Master and I were coming, Claude took the initiative to appear, and he said that the plan had changed, and the main goal was this big guy. ”

"This ......," Lancer the sword secretly wondered, whether this decision was made on the fly, or was it intentional by "Claude"?