As soon as the violent emotions that can make people lose their minds rush into the brain, they are immediately suppressed by the bridge of the heart. The Bridge of Hearts followed this emotion and reversed itself, and instead took control of the Rat Bone Sword.

Through the bridge of the mind, Zhang Qingyang felt that there was still a weak mental reaction in the rat bone sword. In other words, the pet beast armament turned out to have certain life characteristics.

When his brain regained his clarity, he saw the boxer slave approaching him, and he slammed his fist into his temple.

Zhang Qingyang snorted coldly, suddenly stopped his fierce attack posture, and turned his body to his side, while avoiding the sword slave on the other side.

Zhang Qingyang slashed with a sword, the swordsmanship was not enough, and the magic sound came to make up.

The skeletal rat's head let out a sharp scream, a piercing scream of dementorship.

In the face of the slashing rat bone sword, the fist slave was just about to retreat, when suddenly a piercing magic sound sounded, and his movements suddenly froze.

The pain of the magic sword entering the body immediately made the fist slave forcibly break free from the magic sound, and he retreated backwards with a frightened face, blood stained his chest.

The sword became old, and the knife slave saw that it was cheap, and suddenly approached, and greedily reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

The skeletal rat head on the hilt of the sword suddenly stopped screaming, and opened its mouth with dense teeth and bit down on the fat hand of the sword slave.

The knife slave was startled, and the greed in his eyes became even stronger. While retracting his hand, his five fingers spread out and slapped towards the knife surface, and the other hand clenched into a fist and blasted towards Zhang Qingyang's face.

The ghostly sound sounded again, and the sword slave's face showed a look of pain, and his hands froze.

"Smack!" a dragon flicked its tail and kicked her in the ear.

The fat on the knife slave's face shook violently, and his whole body flew out sideways.

Zhang Qingyang gasped and rushed towards Yang Wan'er with his sword.

The magic sound reverberated around his body, and the air echoed with the terrifying and piercing whistling sound of the rat bone sword.

With a roar of the horse, King Kong Nu had jumped off the horse and pounced on Zhang Qingyang.

The cultivation of Vajra Nu's soul was the deepest among the three, and even if Zhang Qingyang lost two in a row, Vajra Nu still rushed up without waves.

King Kong Nu saw very clearly that the other party had run out of oil, and it was only with the power of the magic sword that he could barely support one or two. So as soon as the two fought, King Kongnu replaced defense with offense, and offense with defense. In short, it is a "stable" word, there is no need to take risks, as long as the opponent's physical strength is exhausted, the opponent will naturally be undefeated and defeated.

Although Zhang Qingyang basically does not know swordsmanship, his pace is very strong. Turning back and forth around Vajranu, his body is erratic and oppressive.

King Kong Nu, who was originally a weakness in his body, was quickly seized by Zhang Qingyang and slapped the tail of King Kong Nu several times in a row.

The reason why he didn't make a sword was because Zhang Qingyang's swordsmanship was too poor, and there were many flaws in his sword. The legs are as fast as the wind, changeable, and unexpected. The dragon flicked its tail and hit Vajra Nu again and again with its ethereal posture.

King Kong Nu faced the tail flick of the divine dragon, and there was no chance to dodge at all. But after several legs, Vajra Nu showed a smile in his eyes. Zhang Qingyang's strength is weak, and although the tail flick of the dragon is unpredictable, the attack power is not half of the previous one. It is difficult to break the defense with the leg method alone.

Vajranu was determined and ready to wait for the opportunity to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

After two more moves, Vajranu noticed that the skeleton rat head also seemed to be tired, and although the howl was loud, the power of the soul was much less.

After two more moves, Zhang Qingyang's pace also slowed down.

Vajra Nu is like a predatory beast, and the weakness of his opponent fills his heart with the desire to attack.

Suddenly, Zhang Qingyang's footsteps were paused, and it seemed that his physical strength was exhausted, which made a small mistake suddenly appear in his steps. The body in rapid motion has a stumbling as a result.

Zhang Qingyang's face showed a flash of panic.

"This is the time!" King Kong Nu stretched his arms and launched a fierce attack, his fists flashing with metallic luster and launching a counterattack towards Zhang Qingyang like a storm.

The exhausted Zhang Qingyang showed a satisfied smile, avoided King Kongnu's fist, and once again bullied the other party like riding the wind and waves. A sword slashed, and the soul-piercing rat roared suddenly.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!" Vajranu immediately came to his senses in a moment of dizziness, but he didn't panic because of this. The metallic light of his whole body suddenly increased by two points, and Vajra Nu hurriedly exerted his steel and iron bones to the extreme.

"I'm made of steel, even if it's a sword with psionic powers...... Ahh

In the next moment, the rat bone sword also slashed at Vajnum's arm.

Before the words fell, the arm that was as hard as gold and stone was cut in an instant, and before the blood could be shed, it was greedily devoured by the rat bone sword.

Vajranu's face was full of panic and he hurried back. The ethereal leg figure appeared on the side of his face, kicking it out of the air.

There was no obstacle in front of Zhang Qingyang, Zhang Qingyang stared at Yang Wan'er and rushed up.

With the shrill whistle of the skeletal rat's head, several horses were already sloping to the ground.

The power of the rat bone sword was beyond his imagination, and a trace of hope rose in Zhang Qingyang's heart, maybe this glimmer of vitality was in the rat bone sword in his hand.

The golden-nosed white-haired mouse on Yang Juan'er's shoulder looked at Zhang Qingyang, who was approaching quickly, and screamed. But Yang Wan'er was calm as usual, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Qingyang had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Yang Wan'er snapped her fingers, and a palm-length steel needle shot the Titan cat in the steel wire mesh.

The mournful cat's cry echoed in Zhang Qingyang's ears.

Zhang Qingyang's face was full of anger, but he had to stand helplessly.

Yang Wan'er said with a smile: "You see, sometimes we don't necessarily have to use force, but we can also force the other party to surrender. ”

Zhang Qingyang said hoarsely: "Don't you think your methods are too despicable?"

Yang Wan'er took a long time, reached out and stroked the head of the golden-nosed white-haired mouse, and then said, "I just want you to surrender, as long as you can achieve this goal." As for whether the means are despicable or not, what does it matter?"

Zhang Qingyang felt that the flame of anger in his heart had "soared" and grown a little taller.

Zhang Qingyang held back his anger and said, "I won't be your slave." ”

Yang Wan'er said slowly: "It is said that every pet beast warrior and his first pet beast will establish a family-like relationship, I don't know if you are like this?"

Yang Wan'er waved her hand suddenly, and another steel needle shot at the Titan cat.

Zhang Qingyang was so angry that he trembled all over, and wanted to slash the demon girl in front of him to death with a sword, but he had to forcibly hold back. "Stop, what the hell do you want?"

"I just want you to be my slave, and you will only be loyal to me in the future!" Yang Wan'er smiled faintly.

Zhang Qingyang looked at the miserable Titan cat in the barbed wire, and he was twitching angrily all over. He gasped and said, "You used such a brutal means to force me to submit, aren't you afraid that I will just say yes?"

Yang Wan'er smiled and said, "I have my own means to make you surrender to me wholeheartedly, I don't believe you can ask the three of them." ”

Zhang Qingyang glanced over, and the sword slave, fist slave, and King Kong slave all involuntarily showed a touch of fear.

At this moment, Zhang Qingyang's long-lost voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "Make a wish to me, and you will gain unimaginable power." ”