The purple wind and sand caused a whirlwind of wind to blow the mechanical dog that surrounded the girl, spiraling and falling in all directions, smashing to the ground and not moving.

"Liu Zhen, long time no see." Li He smiled in front of Liu Zhen.

Liu Zhen came to his senses and said with a hint of exhaustion, "Why are you here?"

"On the orders of the little master, I came to help the princess." The poet stood and bowed to Liu Zhen.

Princess? Is Yoo really a princess? Who kind of princess will this eldest lady be? Wen Cheng observed the poet carefully, the purple cloth robe was full of wrinkles and dust, the slender and slender figure, the chest was exposed, the Tang sword in his hand was scattered with a purple whirlwind, a mini wine jug hung from his waist, and his long flowing black hair was difficult to distinguish between male and female at first glance, but his voice was deep and long.

The poet looked at Wen Cheng and nodded in greeting, "Wen Cheng, we meet again, the contemptible person is a descendant of King Zheng of Tang, Fenglilang Li Changji."

See you again? Although most of his fragments were recovered, his impression of the poet was very vague, even so, Wen Cheng nodded in return, stopped talking, and continued to watch the play.

"Don't you hold grudges?" Liu Zhen said.

Li He shook his head with a smile.

Wen Cheng was suddenly startled, and the mechanical dog just now escaped, that is to say...... He asked the psalmist, "That's right! How's Su Meng doing?"

Li He said, "The little master is now safe with Princess Fusu." Wen Cheng came to his senses, and the corners of his eyebrows stretched slightly, "Changji, if you say that you are on Su Meng's orders, that means that she is looking for you?"

Su Meng's mobile phone was given to Li He, and Su Meng, a weak woman, was in a hurry late at night, such a thing was unforgivable, Wen Cheng clenched his fists.

"Definitely," Li He smiled, "The little master used a strange phone call to the contemptible person, there was chaos outside the phone, the contemptible person wanted to rush there, and the little master said that she was safe at Fusu's house."

"Whew, that's good," said the poet Wen Chengchao, "the matter has come to this, let's settle it as soon as possible."

"Please be relieved, you two, that's exactly what the contemptible people are here for." Li He turned his back and went into the stairwell and came to the sixteenth floor.

In the depths of the floor were a lot of young and middle-aged men and women with dark shadows, some in student uniforms, some in suit shirts, and some in security uniforms, and the rancid smell washed through their noses, and a burst of nausea swelled up. The neck was all squeezed into the shape of a huge tumor, and it was crooked all the time. The left skull was pried open and a dark green circuit board was inserted. The corpses moved skillfully, and they were surrounded by several conveyor belts filled with various white mechanical parts. The source of the conveyor belt extends to the front and then folds to the upper layer. And several corpses standing at the end of the conveyor belt skillfully assembled the accessories at hand. On the ground were scattered piles of cardboard boxes and rusty parts remains. There were also a few places of black juice, and in one corner were dead bodies, piled up as high as a mountain, and the stench was the strongest.

"Looks like these zombies are laborers." Wen Cheng stepped on the syringe under his feet and said.

Blocking them were thousands of mechanical dogs, a red light lit up with the sound of the syringe shattering.

Liu Zhen didn't answer, and covered his nose with his cuffs and said to Li He, "Go ahead, change your breath."

The poet understood, jumped to the side, and the purple wind and sand exhaled with the sword dance in his hand, blowing the mechanical dog away and floating in the air indiscriminately.

The wind and sand blew the long black hair like a flag, the robes whirred, and where the poet passed, the white mechanical dogs were cut by the blade of the sword or cut by the wind and sand fell one after another.

"The sound of Xihe knocking on the glass of the sun, the ashes of the robbery flew away from the ancient and modern peace."

The poet in the wind and sand chanted slowly, the sound seemed to come from all directions around, overshadowing the clucking sounds, the body changed, it seemed that it was no longer a simple killing, but a drunken dance step, accompanied by verses in praise of the ancient kings, the dance steps went wild, and the mechanical dog was ravaged by the wind and sand and fell into pieces and disintegrated.

"Yiyi weaves the rain in the river, and the June Lan typhoon in the rain."

The man was gentle in an instant, his body was as light as a swallow, the blade of the sword was already flying in the air with only one flick and one pick, only the torn mechanical parts were left in the air, and the purple poet took out the wine jug and took a few more sips.

"The sword is like frost, and the courage is like iron, and you can look at Qin Yue out of Yancheng."

His eyes widened violently, and his killing intent burst out in the air, flipped several times, and slammed into the ground, causing his feet to tremble violently. The purple robe danced in the air with the figure, like a dancing violet.

"Ryu Jin!" In a stormy voice, the poet shouted, the smell of wine overflowed, and the red girl willingly snapped her fingers.

"Boom Boom" accompanied by the smell of wine rolled up from the Wind Passage, forming a huge circle of white burn and flame in the floor, and the mechanical dogs exploded in pieces, and the smoke was pungent, leaving only a large group of charred mechanical wreckage smoking.

"Ryu Jin, why don't you dance with two swords?" The poet took a sip and smiled back.

"So, do you want Tai Chi or a cross?"

Revealing a hint of evil laughter, the girl in front of her suddenly regained her vitality, and more and more flames burst out from her body, and her physical signs rushed upwards in Wen Cheng's lenses, soaring from 40% to 80% in just a few seconds!

Ryu Zhen summoned a crimson sword and leaped forward. The crimson sword sometimes swung in the wrist, sometimes spun rapidly in the air out of its hand, and then returned to the hand in a few seconds, the girl's long hair fluttering and rolling vertically, and the saw blade shredded the white body in the air.

Crimson sword! Princess! Emperor Huode! Wen Cheng took a deep breath and looked at the scorching dance posture of this mysterious tablemate who had been with him for three years, the pain in his body seemed to disappear, and his heartbeat could not be calmed down for a long time.

The two people who had each eliminated a group of enemies in the distance looked at each other and smiled, and rushed towards the enemy group in the middle, Liu Zhen and Li He interspersed like two lightning bolts.

"Knort! ————」

Where the red and purple light intersected, it burst open, creating a scorching wave of crosslight.

Wen Cheng watched the two god-like swordsmen in front of him shuttling wantonly among the enemy groups as if they were in a no-man's land, and then looked at the light-patterned pistol in his hand, and put it away silently with a wry smile.

"Li He!"

Liu Zhen put away her sword and stood firm and shouted, the pleated skirt had not yet fallen and floated in the air, she looked around with cold eyes, "Smack!" With just a snap of his fingers, the red fiery eyes burst out of the scorching sun.

The poet nodded knowingly in the distance, and with a slight arc, he vigorously swung out a piece of wind and sand that enveloped Wen Cheng.

The violent explosion swept everything in sight, and the wreckage and parts of the mechanical dog in the building quickly evaporated. The scorching and molten iron were dispersed by the purple wind that smelled of alcohol, and everything fell silent.

"Alright, there's three floors left." Yoo Jin clapped his hands, loosened his body a little, and raised his hair.

Wen Cheng said, "Liu Zhen, let's go directly to the top floor, and leave the rest to Changji." He pointed to the fire ladder and said, "Go here, there are few enemies."

"It's fine." Ryu Zhen pressed his forehead.

"Actually, it's better to walk here." Li He said suddenly, and stretched out his hand to a dark corner.

Both of them were shocked, Liu Zhen suddenly showed murderous intent, and turned his head to glare at Li He, "Say, why are you so familiar with this place?" Li He smiled but did not answer.

"Sure enough, it's still about you." Liu Zhen raised his sword and pointed at the poet.

Li He shook his head calmly and looked at Wen Cheng.

The residual pain around his body was like a few knives, suddenly breaking the connection of memory, Wen Cheng was shocked, and pressed Liu Zhen hard and said, "I remember! Last time, Nagayoshi was in charge of attacking from the first floor to attract the enemy's attention, and we were in charge of rappelling from the roof, don't you remember?"

"I don't believe it, you alone can kill the sixteenth floor?" Liu Zhen turned to Li He.

"No," the poet said, handing down his sword, "there was no evacuation last time, and the mechanical dogs were all out, and there were not many remnants of enemies inside."

Didn't evacuate last time? Looking at Liu Zhen's indifferent face, Wen Cheng gasped, it seems that the two have reached an agreement on some points of view.

"Hmph," Ryu Zhen sneered, "That's not the reason I'm going to kill you."

"If it is said that the time of the loop and my appearance are too consistent," Li He spread his hand and said, "The little master has also told the contemptible people, if you want to prove the innocence of the contemptible people, please go up, and the truth will be revealed."

Wen Cheng frowned, he had been led away since he was involved in the mechanical dog case, and he had finally digested so much information, why did he have to prove Li He's innocence? Loops and mechanical dogs seem to have something to do with each other, but what is the purpose of this great magician who made loops?

When he came back to his senses, the red figure had already stepped into the dark corridor, and Wen Cheng greeted Li He and followed.