In the city of white nights, in the fourth spring of Qingli, he looked at Gu Song, who was drawing his sword in his hand, stepped forward with his sword, and slashed three times lightly, forcing Gu Song back easily, and then said lightly: "Although you and I are both at the peak of level twenty-eight, but I have a thousand tribulations, how can you defeat me?" ”

With that, the blonde killer hooked his right hand downward, and in response, he made a turning gesture in the shadows, which was also obscured

One finger hooked back and the first gesture: "I." ”

The second finger refers back to the dim sum: "Mind." ”

The third gesture is a fist and a light hammer. "Decide."

These three gestures are so swift that only they know special sign language, but once used, they are even more fluent and concise than speaking.

Taken together, these words mean that the mind has been decided.

"I've made up my mind."

Honka laughed loudly, and his voice shook the snow in the treetops in the distance: "The prince is not arrogant, Honka has been in this realm for more than 20 years, even though his combat power is not as good as the prince, but his experience is far above the prince. ”

As he said this, his gesture continued: "Think." ”

"Please."

"King."

"Responsibility."

Consider the king's responsibility.

The gestures of such words were quickly stitched into language, clean and discreet, and their communication remained orderly, even in the heat of battle.

"There are two kinds of things in this world." Qingli smiled in the fourth spring and looked at the old man opposite. "One is something to do, and the other is something you want to do."

"I finally have something I want to do today, so I can naturally put it aside." Saying this, the proud prince stepped forward with his sword and laughed loudly: "Please win the battle." ”

This time, he didn't use any code words.

The two of them fought together in an instant, their martial arts realm was originally between the two of them, and at this time, they fought in close quarters, and most of the martial arts were abandoned, just relying on the warrior's instinct to slash and slash and stab, they fought like a marquee into a ball of light and shadow, and no one could interfere.

Only saw that the purple gold fighting spirit leaked out from time to time, like sharp steel knives, leaving countless bottomless scars on the bluestone pavement of the solid steel.

On the other hand, the woman in red was choosing to float in the air with her hands in a seal and chanting a spell loudly, while Qianmo over there was waiting for her to complete her magic without paying attention to her threat.

"The Flame Elves, in the name of the Red Kite, have gathered here, please obey the laws of the Flame Envoy of the past and burn all the enemies that stand in your way."

With the chanting of the incantation, several red fire dragons hovering in the void with their thick arms protruding their hideous flame heads, hovering beside the woman, looking at the red-haired man below.

Then the red kite pointed a little, and they roared and rushed towards the black-scarfed and masked Qianmo below.

It was a dragon of flame that could burn everything in the world.

Qian Mo moved leisurely, his right hand burning with a thin red flame, those fire dragons who dared to rush in front of him, he unhurriedly grabbed them one by one with that hand and tore them apart, as if those fire dragons were not powerful ultimate magic summons, but just children's boring toys.

Then he said softly to the sky, "If you want to deal with me, you must at least use the Yan Slash Sword." Although the Red Flames of the Nihuang Clan do not have the ability to devour flames, I will not be harmed by any other flames until they burn out. ”

Hearing this, the woman in red shook her head and sneered, resealed, and began to chant a new incantation.

Only this time, just as she was chanting the numbers, she suddenly groaned and fainted.

Qian Mo quietly withdrew the hand knife behind her, and in an instant, he used the magic technique of space to come to the woman's back, and with a clean hand knife, he knocked the woman's remaining spell back into his abdomen, and then quickly pierced a hair-thick slender gold needle in the center of her eyebrows, and then relaxed and smiled: "Don't believe what a man says casually, even if this man is still very young." “

With that, he threw the woman into the darkness with a flick of his hand, and sure enough, someone caught her in the darkness, and there was no sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

A silver-haired man emerged from the darkness and spoke, "What exactly did you do to her?" ”

"It's just that her spirit is sealed, and it's okay for her body." Qian Mo quietly explained: "After all, it is the opponent of a magister, and it is still a very dangerous enemy. As long as she doesn't concentrate on the spell after waking up, then this golden needle will dissolve on its own after six hours, and the master will produce it and be trustworthy. ”

Hearing Qian Mo's explanation, the silver-haired man was much more relieved, and he waved his hand and saluted: "Although the camp is hostile, thank you for the mercy of Gongzi's subordinates." The dark star has surrounded the two of you, if it weren't for your special identity, you would have already killed you, and the reason for this is to let the two of you retreat, so as not to hurt the harmony of the two families. ”

"If you capture the ninth princess of Lan Ye, you are not afraid of hurting the harmony with Lan Ye?" Qian Mo looked at the other party and chuckled: "Using 150,000 living souls as a sacrifice just to test a magic, it will be difficult for us to be ruthless and ruthless. ”

The silver-haired man smiled bitterly: "In that case, Xingyi has confessed." ”

At the same time, the golden long sword condensed with fighting spirit in the fourth spring of Qingli could no longer withstand the successive blows of the opponent's weapons, and it actually shattered.

Qingli was shocked in the fourth spring, and retreated, and Honka was naturally overjoyed, reversed the blade, and cut it as a beat, just wanted to shoot the fourth spring of Qingli with one blow, although it would not hurt the muscles and bones, but in the battle of their level, losing a move is also a loss.

Between the lightning and flint, the footsteps of the fourth spring of Qingli changed like a butterfly, and he did not retreat but rushed into Honka's arms. His hands struck him in the lower abdomen and his left and right chests in an instant, and at the moment when his body became weak, he raised his arms and cut into his sword-wielding hands.

There was only a crisp click, and it hit the joint in the middle, breaking his arms alive, and Honka could no longer hold the heavy greatsword, allowing it to throw out of his hands and collapse a house.

Then Qingli sighed in the fourth spring: "If you don't kill people, I really can't help you if you don't make this decision, for those who practice a thousand tribulations, the most dexterous weapon is always hands, I hope you remember." ”

"Let's go."

"Time."

"Not much."

In the fourth spring of Qingli, he smiled and folded his hands to salute, and the gestures were as fast as lightning and typed one by one.

"You go, time is running out."

Honka's arms were scrapped and he was deeply damaged, but although he endured the pain of his broken arm, the man still didn't exhale half of the pain, and he said with a pale face: "I hope the prince is cherished." ”

Then he slowly backed away, turned and disappeared into the end of the street.

Qingli looked around in the fourth spring and laughed loudly: "No one is evil in the dark star? ”

Countless figures appeared in the white city, staring coldly at the blonde man on the street in their own darkness.

"It's just a joke, so why take it seriously?" Qingli Sichun looked at the ubiquitous shadow with interest and smiled.