"Roar!"

The black tiger roared in the sky, and then the tiger's body sank, and its thick and powerful hind legs kicked violently, leaving ten deep marks on the ground, and pounced towards Chen Xing. And Wei Qinghai held the Mitsubishi saber with both hands, and it shot out like a cannonball, stabbing Chen Xing in the chest.

Chen Xing clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, concentrating the last strength, he had completely given up his defense, and was ready to launch a desperate blow, no matter how bad it was, he would end up together.

In an instant, my mind flashed the frolic by the river, the colorful stones at the bottom of the river were glorious, the joy in the underground training ground flashed, and the beautiful face was like a flower. In the end, the picture freezes on the moment of the first encounter. In the noisy bar, she looked up and looked him in the eye. The water in his eyes was rippling, as if there was a frightening flight by, bringing up a ripple.

"I'm sorry, I can't go back......"

Chen Xing said silently in his heart, everything in his eyes gradually became blurred, and he lost all color, leaving only a little red light on Wei Qinghai's throat.

He relaxed his tense body, gripped the hilt of his knife, and exhaled slowly. The shadows in the pupils grew larger and larger, as if they could smell the fishy stench in the tiger's mouth. Seeing that he was about to splatter three feet of blood, the space behind him suddenly distorted, and the blue crack opened out of thin air.

"Whew!"

A flash of silver light sprang out at an extremely fast speed, drawing an arc above his head, knocking the pounced black tiger into the air.

A huge white wolf appeared in everyone's sight, silver hair like snow, scarlet eyes, and a murderous aura permeated out, imposing and majestic.

At the moment of life and death, the spirit of the wolf king broke free from its shackles, tore through the void, and appeared in the ring. It and Chen Xing coexist as one, and both die and die. Even if he was unwilling, he had to come out to help.

Seeing the giant wolf appear, the audience was shocked, but they didn't expect that Chen Xing also had a royal spirit, and the aura emanating from his body was completely consistent, not like it was forcibly grafted and stuffed by a master.

Wei Haitang on the assistant's seat widened his eyes and was about to split, and he wanted to rush to the ring to help several times, but he was stopped by the two national teachers.

"Lord, no!" "This is not our Silver Eagle Lord, the King and the Council are watching."

Under the persuasion of the two national teachers, Wei Haitang was panting like a cow, and his eyes were about to bleed.

The sudden change occurred, and Wei Qinghai, who was on the field, was frightened, and fled from Chen Xing with a rolling belt.

Chen Xing's imperial spirit originates from the body, and it is also the object of blood fusion, blood milk/fusion, and soul communication, which is not forcibly used by external forces like Wei Qinghai at all. Essentially, the Black Tiger was just a spirit that assisted his masters, forcibly grafted into his realm. It's like a very poor budget car with the engine of a sky-high sports car, many parts can't keep up, the potential is squeezed to the extreme, but there are still many problems, as if it will fall apart at any time.

The wolf spirit knocked away the black tiger and returned to Chen Xing's side, his body sinking slightly. The two had a heart-to-heart connection, and Chen Xing immediately understood what it meant, turned over and rode on the back of the wolf.

"Roar!"

The black tiger got up from the ground, shook its head, roared angrily, and pounced on the wolf spirit. The master is retreating, but it is advancing, centrifugal and detached, at a glance.

On the other side, the man and wolf were bent on evading and running around the edge of the field.

The cold wind blew the clothes and hunted, and Chen Xing, who was riding on the back of the wolf, took out various potions and hit his body in one go.

The speed of the black tiger was completely inferior to that of the wolf spirit, and it was thrown out in an instant. The black tiger was furious and stood in place and roared. Chen Xing stopped the bleeding, replenished his spiritual energy, turned into three, took out the big black eagle, SCAR, and silver star respectively, and launched a charged shot at the black tiger.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Da Da Da!"

The bullet hit the black tiger, and the shards of the star flew out. It roared and pursued, but its speed was so far away that it had no choice but to be beaten. And its owner was terrified, and curled up in a corner, not daring to approach.

"Die!"

A Psionic Armor-Piercing Bullet burst out, shattering the jewel on the Black Tiger's forehead. The black tiger shattered and turned into a little bit of star sand.

Watching the last trump card disappear into invisibility, Wei Qinghai showed a desperate expression and looked helplessly at his father in the audience. Chen Xing rode the wolf and looked at him condescendingly.

"You, hurt my maid!"

"Today, I will ...... in the name of Lin Shuyao" Chen Xing slowly raised the Black Star pistol loaded with the "Spirit Breaking Bullet", condensed the spiritual energy, and aimed it at Wei Qinghai's chest.

Sometimes it is more cruel and abrasive to abolish the other party than to kill the other party directly. Let the other party hang half a life, life is better than death, and to a certain extent, it will consume Wei Haitang's energy, as well as the treasury of the Silverclaw Principality.

"You dare!"

Chen Xing turned his head, and Wei Haitang stared at him, his eyes were like copper bells, and his hair was angry, like an angry lion.

"Dad, save me, Dad!" Wei Qinghai cried out in despair, as if grasping the last straw, without the image of a prince at all.

"If you dare to hurt my son, I will destroy your nine clans!" Wei Haitang pointed at Chen Xing and glared angrily.

Chen Xing grinned and smiled.

"Bang!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed out a blue tongue of fire, and Wei Qinghai fell into the ring like a kite with a broken line.

Suddenly, his gaze seemed to penetrate the glass of the Crystal Palace and saw the sunny smile.

At the same time, in front of the TV, a middle-aged woman staring at the screen burst into tears.

"Sister, Lord Baron has avenged you!"

The little boy beside the woman screamed with all his might, as if to let the sound reach heaven and be heard by his dear sister. The older girl sobbed silently, tears streaming down her face.

"Wow!"

In the venue, Wei Haitang strode wildly and picked up his son on the ground.

Once inspected, he was furious. Life is dying, and the spirit pool is broken. All evolution is based on the use of psionic energy, whether active or passive, once the spiritual pool is broken, it will be like a waste person, and its physical fitness is worse than that of ordinary people.

Wei Haitang picked up his son and handed it to the national teacher who followed closely behind, then slowly turned around and looked at Chen Xing. People are so angry that they calm down.

"Good!" "Good!" "Good!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he said three good words in a row, and his momentum skyrocketed in vain, his robe swelled, and the huge coercion was overwhelming.

The black mist gushed around the ring, and twelve huge figures walked out of the black mist. The body is tall, majestic and solemn, like a giant elephant from ancient times.

"Twelve Round Table Samurai!"

The audience was in an uproar. Twelve round table warriors, Wei Haitang expanded his territory, and became famous in a battle.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes looking at Chen Xing were full of sympathy. Marquis Begonia has already torn off his face and is about to be angry for his son. Even though Chen Xing brought them many surprises, in the face of the huge gap in strength, Chen Xing was powerless to resist at all.

The town guard level and the lord level are not the same concept at all. The lord-level ability to communicate with the leylines of the earth and draw a steady stream of psionic energy from the earth's core is the difference between the sea and the pool compared to the thin psionic energy in the air.

The samurai of the round table, led by the round, held a giant sword in both hands, his simple armor shining brightly, and his red cloak resembled a waterfall. It is huge, more than 20 meters high. The rest of the Round Table warriors were armed with a variety of weapons, such as battle axes, silver swords, halberds, and meteor hammers, and the humans in the arena were like hamsters in comparison.

Looking at the imperial spirit that looked like a mountain, Chen Xing slowly drew out his long knife, and the blade pointed at the Silver Claw Country Lord.

He doesn't have a prominent family, he doesn't have strong parents, and he doesn't have the strength to stand up to the sky, but he has a truly proud heart and the pride to face life and death.

It doesn't matter if he's a king or a legend, whether he's a dragon or a demon, whether he's a mountain or a sea. He will die in the path of the charge, as he did in the previous life, instead of fleeing.

"Crush him into pate!"

Wei Haitang roared and pointed at Chen Xing. The huge warrior of the round table lifted his footsteps, and the ground rumbled and shook, as if the edifice was about to collapse and the heavens and the earth would be destroyed.

On his own war drums, he saw that Yue Canglian pulled out the family heirloom Heavenly Crow Sword and crossed it around his neck. There was a determination in the starry eyes, if Chen Xing was killed, she would be martyred and go with him.

Old K clenched his fists and gritted his teeth with hatred, but he was helpless.

"There is no royal law in this world!"

"Is there any fairness anymore!" Lao Ji shouted loudly, but no one answered. This is the law of the world, the strong are respected, and the weak eat the strong.

Suddenly, the warriors of the round table all stopped, their movements frozen, as if time had suddenly stood still.

Wei Haitang's eyes widened in disbelief, and the Imperial Spirit sent him a feeling of fear and unease.

"You, what are you afraid of?"

"Who's who, who's there?"

Wei Haitang said to himself, his voice trembling, like a crazy beast, like an overly frightened beast.

As soon as the words fell, tall and toned figures appeared in the ring. From the virtual to the real, first the void is transparent, then translucent, and finally becomes solid.

The long hair is tied up high, the red lips are like fire under the black blindfold, the leather jacket and leather pants that cling to the body outline the hot curves, the thighs are buttoned with three rows of cold rifts, and the straight long heeled leather boots look proud and strong.

Beauty is dangerous, sexy is crazy. The black figure appeared in a circle, from the inside out, and it actually filled the entire ring.

You must know that the diameter of the ring is hundreds of meters, with a total of more than 60,000 square meters. If you want to fill the place, you have to have at least thousands of people.

"Oh my God, it's Black Widow!" "The Third Princess!" "No wonder you dare to have a hard fight with the lord of the country, it turns out that the backstage is so hard." The audience was talking.

Black Widow, the scout of the Trillis Succubus Legion, an evil woman whose body sleeps in the deepest glacier of the undercurrent of space, is born with the ability to be invisible, bloodthirsty and rampant, uses a cleaving knife as a weapon, is proficient in thunder and lightning skills, and can attack from afar and in close combat.

Immediately afterward, the sky darkened, and countless blood-red chariots poked out of the clouds, with white bones as frames and flesh as wheels, hideous and terrifying.

The Blood Chariot, the flying unit of the Succubus Legion, unleashes a corrosive rain of blood.

Two huge spatial cracks opened on both sides of the gymnasium, four huge arms like ships stretched out, and bone spurs on the iron gloves were staggered.

"Oh my God, it's the Queen of Thorns, how big is she!" "No one has seen it, but from the arm, it's probably bigger than this stadium."

The Queen of Thorns, the core combat unit of the Succubus Legion, is extremely large, and the steel whip can throw a thousand meters away.

Tall, muscular female warriors walked out of the cracks along their massive arms, and they were muscular, thicker than the average man. He wears a bone helmet on his head, leather pants with suspenders, a chest wrap tied around his plump chest, and a two-handed giant axe on his shoulder.

"Look, it's a butcher." "Oh my God, this woman is too burly." "More than two meters tall, they are said to be fallen Valkyries." "Shhhh......h

The female butcher, a melee unit in the Succubus Legion, is infinitely powerful, pulling mountains and carrying the mountain, using a two-handed giant axe to strangle everything in front of her with the power of a whirlwind.

On the other steel arm, out of the face was a female warrior wearing black leather armor, carrying a javelin barrel diagonally behind her back, and wearing a ponytail. Their bodies are equally fiery, curvy, and their muscles are full of explosive power.

"Dark Amazon!" "That's the Thunderbolt Javelin."

The Dark Amazon, a ranged unit in the Succubus Legion, uses lightning javelins to attack enemy forces while possessing decent melee abilities.

In the cracks, the phantom colors were stacked, and the swarm-like figure flew out. Suddenly, the color was boundless, and there was a faint sweet fragrance in the air.

"Watch out for the pollen, don't suck it in." "Cover your mouth with your clothes!"

Sperm-sucking banshee, a legal evil spirit, charming and enchanting, good at making poison, a kiss is deadly.

Wei Haitang was so frightened that his soul was scattered, sweating like rain, and the whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

This is only the tip of the iceberg of the succubus army, and the momentum is already so great that it is difficult to imagine the scene of pouring out of the nest. This is the power of the king level, vast and boundless, like a star.

At some point, a hazy mist appeared on the seat of the royal family.

"Lord of the Silverclaw Principality, Wei Haitang."

A clear and translucent sound came from the mist,

"Do you still have the law in your eyes?"

The voice suddenly turned cold, sharp as a knife, "But there is still me!" ”

As the sound sounded, the mist gradually dissipated, revealing the true face of the figure in the fog.

For a moment, everyone forgot to breathe.

Chen Xing was stunned, even though he had seen countless top beauties, he was still stunned.

He has never seen such a beautiful woman, so beautiful that it is suffocating, even in a dream, worthy of the title of "the first beauty in the world".

The face is like snow, the eyes are like stars, the bee waist is fat, and the chest is pressing.

Nearly one meter eight tall, only a few centimeters shorter than Yeyang Bailiu, the chest is extremely plump, like a heavy big papaya.

Her beauty is a mature beauty, a supreme stunner who brings out the charm of a woman to the extreme. The whole person is like a ripe berry, round and full, ruddy in color, and the thin, translucent skin reveals the aroma of the pulp, as if as long as you pinch it gently, the sweet juice will spurt out.

I have to say that in front of such a woman, the girl's youthfulness, vitality, purity, cuteness, childishness, and coquettishness all have to stand aside. Her presence seems to be a declaration to all young girls: Look, this is the real woman.

Perhaps it was because he felt that the atmosphere on the field had become a little strange, or perhaps the focus of the parties' hopes had been deviated, and the mist quickly closed. The glamorous face gradually disappeared, as if something had been lost, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel a faint melancholy.

"Wei Haitang, answer me!"

The voice became fierce, and the dream was shattered. At this time, everyone remembered the horror of that woman, and suddenly their bodies were cold, like falling into an ice cave.

Thinking about the Queen?

Look at this army that covers the sky and the sun, an existence that can only be countered by gathering half of the strength of the Dragon River.

"Minister, minister is guilty."

Wei Haitang's feet were weak, and he knelt down directly, even with the twelve round table warriors. The giant knee landed on the ground with a booming sound. Without the old king's backing, he could only bow down.

"What explanation do you make for allowing your son to brutalize the academy maid?"

The voice in the fog sounded again, the tone was calm, but full of endless majesty.

"I, I have no way to teach my son, and I have failed to do my father's duty." Wei Haitang lowered his head and said.

"So what should you do?" The voice paused, "Your son." ”

Wei Haitang was silent for a few seconds, then finally closed his eyes and said painfully, "Deal with it impartially and exile the Black Death Continent!" ”

"I hope you keep your word, otherwise ......"

The mist dissipated, and the seats were empty, except for high-pitched voices echoing through the building.

"I will personally come to the door and slaughter your entire Wei clan!"

With Trilith leaving, the succubus legion blew like a gust of wind, turning into stardust.

At this time, Chen Xing had already taken advantage of the chaos to return to his assistant's seat, entered the player's passage with a group of subordinates, and left quietly. As the saying goes, there are many dreams at night, and leaving early and having a good morning is the last word.