Yang Qitian's expression was indifferent and indifferent, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, he held the sword in his hand tightly, and the blade of the sword swept through the air and brushed past those spirit butterflies. There was a coldness in that Senran's eyes, and there was no hope or loneliness in the killer world.

He said faintly, still repeating the same sentence: "If the Beiyao family rebels, then the end can only be the same as the Beilan family, I hope you two will think twice." Think about it, the order from the Holy Ruins is not something that anyone can disobey. ”

"I'm sorry, no one will easily believe what you said, you have to firmly believe that you are an emotionless killer, and you can only survive with wind, frost, rain and snow and those sorrows, you understand." Beilanlai's face was light, she didn't defend herself at all, she just couldn't get used to listening to that guy's remarks, and wanted to go back.

She covered her ears, listening to this guy was no different from listening to Tang Seng chanting, and there was still a bit of sharpness in her eyes.

That guy had a sword, so she downloaded a newly obtained spiritual weapon from the new system, which was a hairpin, and the lethality was still very strong. The strength of automatic recognition is very OK, anyway, she likes it very much.

And this guy, Yang Qitian, he is a killer who has chased her for several lifetimes for Beilan Laiye, and if he is slaughtered on the spot, it will not be painful. She likes to do things that eliminate harm for the people.

The grievances of the previous life, let's settle them in this life.

A trace of edge flashed under Beilan Laiye's eyes, and as soon as she saw Yang Qitian approaching, she withdrew to dodge, the blade of the sword slashed through her nails, and the nails on her little finger were cut in half. There was a ghostly light floating in her eyes, and she almost scolded, saying, "Yang Qitian, you guy... The spirit weapon is so big, it will come to harass this girl at every turn, obediently, I will let you go to hell to play today. ”

Her eyes were flowing sharp, cold, and indifferent, dragging the spiritual hairpin, stepping on the small railing of the long corridor, and stabbing towards Yang Qitian's neck, and spiritual power flowed in the sharp and cold air. Yang Qitian later, a sword suddenly appeared in his neck, blocking the spiritual power of this spiritual weapon hairpin, there was no blood, no violence, no brute force, and they all blocked back in this way.

Yang Qitian took a few steps back, his leg hit the pillar, his eyes fell coldly, and said, "When did you have this spirit weapon shop system, it seems that you have indeed made some progress in this life." ”

As soon as his voice fell, a cold mirror appeared behind him. The weapon that appeared for no reason was thought of by Beilan Laiye who suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Now that she has that spiritual weapon hairpin, she can have the power to urge all spiritual weapons in the underworld, which is a good magic weapon, and it seems that the luck accumulated in this life is not bad.

With a calculating smile in her smile, she said, "This is the weapon I bought newly, it is very cheap, it is said to be a new product in the spirit weapon shop, and it is the proud object of the old man in Spirit Island. It's not a loss to use it on you, don't you say? ”

Lan Qi leaned against the pillar on the side, he was watching the battle from the sidelines, and he was almost choked by this sentence.

couldn't help but say: "Beilan Laiye, you take it easy, don't throw out your old bottom." ”