"Town-Soul-Spirit!"

The minaret sped back with its feet off the ground, a somersault accompanied by three words in its mouth.

What the hell is a soul suppressor? Zhou Yu felt a sense of pressure on his head, and was looking up to find the two steel axes, and two strong winds smashed down between them.

It turned out that this was the master's trick of the minaret, I don't know what method this kid used, he could actually drive the steel axe to change the trajectory of vertical fall in the air, and cut off the head of the Metropolitan Governor in the oblique stab.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhou Yu retracted his knife and flipped on his side, which was able to dodge the direct slash of the two steel axes.

There were two clicks, and the blade of the axe sank deep into the ground, a foot deep.

The buzzing sound was incessant, and although the Metropolitan Governor avoided this killing move, he still had lingering palpitations.

Well, this minaret brother is really not an embroidered pillow.

Unexpectedly, the soul suppression spirit is far from over. The minaret stood more than ten meters away, his hands folded, his eyes closed, and his mouth was full of words.

Zhou Yu was shocked in his heart, because he felt that the murderous aura around him was full of soldiers. It's not fake, it's a real grass and trees, the weeds that are more than a foot high seem to be carried by the strong wind, and they are angry towards the double axe, as if someone is pulling them and refusing to let go, if it weren't for the deep roots of the grass, it is estimated that they would have been uprooted and whistling into the wind.

What's even more amazing is still to come, the two steel axes seem to be summoned by someone, and the iron ring at the handle of the axe rings and the bell trembles rapidly, and then the axe body rises from the ground, and rotates clockwise to rush towards Zhou Yu.

"What are the snakes?"

The Metropolitan Governor didn't have time to curse, so he somersaulted and ran away. Nima, is this still friendship first and competition second? Isn't it playing with drones with Lao Tzu? How, though, did he do it? He could actually manipulate weapons in the air, originally he thought that his firearm had surpassed Xiao Li's fucking flying knife that ranked first in the weapon spectrum, but he didn't expect that there would be a mountain high.

"Chase!"

Seeing that the battle had come to an end, Taishan and the others basically finished off all the remaining poisons of the Knights of the Spire, and a strange phenomenon occurred.

The Governor ran wildly in front of his head, two throwing axes behind him chasing after his buttocks, followed by a spire with one hand and a diagonal hanging with the other.

"Get out of the way, everyone, don't meddle!"

Zhou Yu gave orders while running, this was a battle that belonged to him alone. On the battlefield, everyone has their own positioning, soldier against soldier, soldier against general, and the life of the minaret must be taken by his own hands, otherwise even if he wins, it will not be convincing.

I run, alas! I jump, alas! I triple jump, alas!

The Governor ran more and more energetically, as if he was not running for his life at the moment, but playing eagle to catch chickens.

Grunt, very angry stomach barking.

When is it not good to be hungry, you have to be hungry when Lao Tzu is running for his life, Zhou Yu frowned and touched his belly, and continued to run in the style of the Wild West. His posture is even more handsome than the lover in the eyes of the Zixia Fairy.

"What are you looking at, haven't you ever seen a handsome guy?"

After three or five friendly troops standing together to clean up the battlefield, still carrying sharp knives in their hands, Zhou Yu shook off a stupid sentence.

"Great, sir, your head—"

Before he could hear the words clearly, Zhou Yu had already run out fifty or sixty meters and shook it cleanly.

My head, what's wrong with my head?

Zhou Yu, who had his free hand, reached out and touched his head, startling himself. It turned out that his hair was all standing upside down at the moment, and like shark fins, he completely ignored the oncoming wind and broke through the air.

It turned out that the soldier was not talking about his own head, but about his hair.

Hair standing on end?

In front of everyone's eyes, on a gentle slope, the Metropolitan Governor suddenly braked sharply and stood in place, if a normal person made such a sudden retraction action, he would definitely fall on his heel unsteadily, but Zhou Yu violated the law of inertia, so naturally and leisurely stood still, not even leaning forward.

Seeing his movements, Tarzan grew his mouth and even his weapon fell to the ground.

"Governor, behind you! Behind! ”

A dozen or so soldiers who were closer shouted in unison, signaling that he was in danger. For the two steel axes were slashing at the back of the supreme leader at the speed of an off-string arrow. Many people covered their eyes, but it was too late to avoid it at the moment, and what was waiting for Zhou Yu was only flesh and blood, and he died tragically on the spot.

"Your Excellency!"

Tarzan also beat his chest, wanting to rush but knew it was too late.

Unexpectedly, the Metropolitan Governor, who was standing steadily, turned around, and with both hands as casually as taking two bottles of Coke from the supermarket shelf, he pinched the handle of the axe one by one, and the strong recoil not only did not bring him down, but he couldn't even see that it was two steel axes that added up to a hundred catties that were blocked.

Look at this Tianmu hunting general, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai and not moving. Only the hair that stood up was still stubborn, and it looked very unruly.

"Good!"

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and then crackling applause rang out like a tide.

"The Grand Duke!"

"The Grand Duke!"

All the soldiers swung their weapons into the air with one hand, cheering on their leader, and the Spire Knights, who were less than fifty men left, also widened their eyes and focused their eyes on another small circle of battlefields.

"Y-You?"

The minaret who caught up was full of disbelief, his move to suppress the soul was a unique skill, and he was condensed from a lifetime of martial arts, and he would not make a move easily, and he had to die. Today, even if he met his opponent, he was able to catch two steel axes out of thin air, effortlessly, and lightly, completely breaking his own cognition. You must know that in the Central Continent, there have been countless people who have challenged their authority and status, and there are thousands of souls under this trick, and there are no less than a hundred times to defend the honor of the Knights of the Spire.

"Trash!"

"Idiot!"

Two very disdainful words came out of Zhou Yu's mouth, and with a shake of both hands, two steel axes shot out one left and one right, and two clicks penetrated into the trunks of two ancient trees not far away. The towering old trees trembled and endured for a long time, and thousands of leaves fluttered like snowflakes, scattered in the air, telling the sorrow of parting from the branches.

"You, you...

The confusion on the Spire's face quickly turned to horror, and it was not the wrist of the thief leader in front of him that made him unbelievable, but his strength. For, instead of slashing into the trunk of the tree, the axe was submerged in the handle, and nothing was exposed except for two unfathomable ravines.

How amazing is this explosiveness and brawn? Without him, it is impossible to do it yourself.

The minaret's feet trembled a little, and he even unconsciously took two steps back.

Zhou Yu's long golden hair stood on end, making it seem that his whole person was twenty centimeters taller. At this moment, the banter on his face vanished, replaced by a deep melancholy, especially his two eyes, which contracted into a slit, staring at the spire in front of him. Step by step, walk towards him.

The minaret lost its long weapon, but how could a veteran who had been on the battlefield be caught and killed with his neck tied, he brushed the ground and pulled out a short sword from his back and put it across his chest, and set up a posture of fighting to the death with the general of Tianmu Hunting.

With a whoosh, a flash of lightning flashed between the two. It doesn't rain in broad daylight, how can there be lightning? Hundreds of people on both sides stood on the steppe hills, rubbing their eyes vigorously.

Several spectators in the front row saw it clearly, it was not lightning but Zhou Yu who flashed past, and he ejected at an astonishing speed, so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to tell whether it was a person or light.

The spire, who is the first supporting actor, was dark before he could react to what was happening, and a figure stood thirty centimeters in front of him, blocking all the scenery. The undulating satin grasslands are no longer visible.

How did he do it? That's amazing, isn't it? Why didn't you find out that he was so capable when he ran away just now?

In fact, except for Tarzan, everyone didn't know what was going on. Because, at this moment, Zhou Yu is not only his own body, but his consciousness and skills are Kun.

Hungry, stimulating Kun to wake up. After waking up, Kun wants to eat.

The minaret reacted quickly regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one. With a knife on the ground, he stabbed directly into the chest of the monster in front of him, since this is the case, let's fight to the death of the net, how can I not lose the face of the Knights of the Spire.

But before the knife stabbed the man in the chest, he saw the man's left thumb and index finger touch, and the dinging sound bounced on the blade. A powerful force passed from the hilt of the knife into the arm, deep and painful, and the spire, which had practiced martial arts all his life, could not hold it, and let the knife fly out with a whizz.

Even if it was loosened in time, it didn't take off a few points, and the blood and qi instantly surged up from the abdomen, and a mouthful of blood spit out. The white light flashed in front of him, and the man actually dodged this mouthful of blood.

stunned, the audience was silent, no matter who was or who they were.

The eyes full of evil and murder stared at the Spire's face as if they wanted to swallow him. And the group leader, who was accustomed to playing games with human lives, couldn't even stand on his feet at the moment, and staggered back.

"Trash!"

"Idiot!"

Zhou Yu stepped up, and his right hand clenched into a fist and smashed into his throat with lightning speed.

Others only saw him move for a moment, but in their eyes, they found that the white shadow twitched four or five times in an instant, and it should have hit the neck of the spire in a row.

"Uh, uh!"

The minaret could not retreat, his hands clutched to his throat and he fell to his knees, shaking his head in pain, trying to lift his head but not having the slightest strength, his throat was shattered, not only his vocal cords, esophagus, but also his cervical vertebrae.

With a click, the spire curled up in a ball fell to the ground, breathless, and a corpse.

Tarzan had seen the power of the Metropolitan Governor, and the entire tribe of Fispes, at least six or seven hundred horse warriors, had never stopped him. The case of exterminating the clan only lasted for half a pillar of incense, and it had to be counted as the governor of the capital to kill and eat.

Right now, our supreme commander doesn't know what method he used, awakened the killing god in his body, and killed the spire with one move, so that one of the five tiger generals under the command of the proud Water King had no power to fight back, and died crisply.

It's not even a move, it seems like it only took half a move.

"Trash!"

Zhou Yu walked over, raised his foot and stepped lightly on the corpse, his eyes showed an invincible and domineering spirit, the whole person was covered with black mist, and a murderous aura quickly spread to the entire valley bottom.