At this time, the sky was already white, but there was no warm sun in the sky, dark clouds were pressing down, the wind was blowing on the seaside, and the waves were crashing against the stones.

It was bad weather for going to sea.

Joan stood there, facing the wind, her eyes narrowing as she listened.

The first generation of zero looked at Zhao Qingzhen, and said slowly: "Kill him in front of you again." ”

This is deterrence.

If you want to be a slave, you must first cut off her ears and eyes, trap herself in a dark room, and oppress her consciousness, so that she feels that no matter how hard she struggles, she can't fight him!

These few short sentences frightened everyone, and they quickly made up a million-word sadomasochistic relationship.

Ask what is the situation in the world, and the straight man is cold and sword-oriented!

Hua Ye, this is too affectionate!

"How about we make a bet?" Qiao An's expression was indifferent, "If I can escape from your hands today and rescue Zhao Qingzhen, you will voluntarily bow down and become my help to go to the main world, otherwise, I am willing to be a slave and let you send until you and I successfully ascend to the main world." ”

The first generation of Zero narrowed his eyes.

"Sister Joe!"

Lin Yanyan shouted excitedly, and she took a step forward.

She didn't know some of the terms in those words very well, but she knew them.

Qiao An is trying to save Zhao Qingzhen.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Zhao Qing has done a lot of evil, he is a bedbug in the gutter, and it is not worth your desperate efforts to save him!" ”

Qiao An ignored Lin Yanyan, how did she know that Zhao Qingzhen was no longer the goal of the mission, but a bargaining chip between her and the first generation of zero two.

She raised her head slightly, stared at the first Zero and shouted—

"Dare?!"

The sound was shocking, like thunder.

It seems that the army of 100,000 opponents is approaching, and our generals shout for battle!

The momentum is like a rainbow.

Everyone was shocked, and Qiao Han frowned.

"Your Highness's gambling contract, how dare you not accept it."

The first generation of Zero made a gesture of please, and pulled out a mahogany sword out of nowhere.

Carry it in your hand.

Just in time.

The morning sun on the horizon shines through the layers of dark clouds, sprinkling a colorful light, dyeing the clouds and rivers on the horizon, adding a bit of brightness to the black and oppressive sky.

The wind seems to be small, and the waves are not so big.

Qiao An turned his wrist, and the body of the long sword refracted a cold light against the sun, piercing everyone's eyes.

It's a chill to the heart.

Joan tiptoed a little and flew out.

"Zheng!"

A sword roared.

The black sword pierced the chest of the original Zero.

The first generation of Zero carried the peachwood sword that was only used in Taoist priests on TV, with a leisurely expression.

He was fearless in the face of Qiao An's surging murderous intent, and only raised his arm slightly, casually picking roadside flowers.

The hearts of the people could not help but stir.

Countless barrages are racing in my mind.

Big guy! Don't let it be so obvious!

The sword in the hand of the black widow Qiao Ling is a sharp sword, big guy!

Can you block it with a wooden sword?!

"Zila."

The two swords intersected, making a screeching sound.

The wooden sword was not broken, and it directly caught Qiao An's attack.

Through the intersecting swords, the two of them glanced at each other.

Fires were flying.

The crowd's eyes widened.

Surprise came over me.

The black sword of iron can't keep splitting that long sword made of wood?!

Wouldn't that black sword be a fake?!

"Little brother, you hurt me!"

A coquettish female voice suddenly sounded inside the wooden sword.

Qiao An, who screamed directly, was soft all over, and couldn't help but want to caress the wooden sword.

Wisps of pink smoke emerged from the wooden sword, with pink peach blossom petals, blabla's flashing, and quickly wrapped around the black sword, with bursts of peach blossom fragrance.

"Zheng" a sword roar.

The black sword in Joan's hand trembled.