Yo he!

Are these little still being rude?

Benzu wants to see how you are polite.

Two breaths, don't look at this time is really short, but they can do a lot more.

When the divine envoy caught his neck, a large black mist condensed, and this black mist was devouring.

And Huang Qianqian had already taken out a bronze long sword from the space, Qingyan Sword.

She had an almost self-inflicted way, piercing the sword through her shoulder blades and striking directly at the man behind her.

The picture is too bloody, and it is difficult for anyone to attack others in this way.

It takes not only great courage, but also a desperate heart to go on with hatred.

As a result, after two breaths, the black mist in the angel's hand did not hurt her at all, but was stabbed by the sword that passed through her shoulder blades.

Some people are so awesome, and the attacks of others did not hurt her, but she almost crippled herself.

After the divine envoy was stabbed by the sword, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes at first, and then it was replaced by a very complicated emotion.

The two men seemed to feel no pain, and the oracle took a step back without hesitation, out of the range of the sword's attack.

Someone knew that she couldn't hurt the other person anymore, and she didn't pause at all, and directly pulled the sword out of her shoulder.

A phantom figure was thrown out in front of him, and then he quickly turned around and pointed the sword at the person in front of him.

"My ancestor never knew how to write the word fear of death, what about you?"

In a fight, ordinary people are afraid of dying, and the divine envoy seems to be shocked by her words.

The tense atmosphere fell silent, and the oracle suddenly spoke, asking a question she didn't expect.

"This sword...... Is it Qingyan? ”

"...... "How is she going to answer this?" It's embarrassing now, it seems that there are thousands of calculations, and in the end, I actually missed this point.

Silence, death-like silence.

Huang Qianqian didn't know how to answer him, but with such silence, the eyes of the divine envoy on the other side became brighter and brighter.

The other party's gaze fell directly on her, so that he wanted to see through the current layer of flesh and skin and see her soul thoroughly.

"Your Highness...... His Royal Highness ......"

The oracle spoke suddenly, muttering these words.

Huang Qianqian didn't know what she had done, and she completely blocked this small world the moment before this person spoke.

The space where the dog is staying now can't feel here, and even if Ziwei Tiandao comes, he can't feel the existence here.

This side of the space was completely stripped from the three thousand spirit realms by her, and there were only the two of them.

Of course, this is also time-limited, after all, the consumption is still very large.

"The god of creation, Qianlin, the name Yushu, the master of the crape myrtle Honghuang Temple, and its standard divine soldier is the hardest material born between heaven and earth at the beginning of the great wilderness, Hyun maple bronze, the divine soldier is called Qingyan, this vast world, these three thousand worlds, there is only one handful."

"And Qing Yan, belongs to the divine soldier who has already given birth to consciousness, there will always be only one master, when His Royal Highness fell, Qing Yan has been nowhere to be found, the search for the Honghuang Temple has been fruitless for ten thousand years, I thought it was with His Royal Highness, disappeared into this world, I never thought ......"

The oracle stopped at this point, his originally cloudy gaze was now clear and terrifying.

(End of chapter)