"Who are you?"

As soon as this coercion came out, Tian Chen was pushed back for a full ten steps, and between him and Wang Mo, at this time, there was a man in black brocade standing at this time, this man had a pair of eagle eyes, which made people suddenly pair up, as if a basin of cold water was poured from the top of his head.

"The one who takes your life."

The man's voice was low, but his accent was a little more tongue-curling than that of the Lu people.

"Oh, the one who took my life, this world ......"

Although Tian Chen was frightened by the momentum around the man, he still had no idea of showing weakness.

He has lived in this world for three hundred years, and he has seen these human beings scrambling to and fro, and they have always been playing in the world, taking the identities of some human beings who have long since died.

Even if he meets his nemesis, he will definitely not be an ordinary person in front of him who does not have the slightest demonic spiritual power. His two hands were completely demonized at this time, the ghostly light flickering on his nails flashed, and the whole person turned into a yellow light and ravaged his body.

The man in black brocade who appeared did not show weakness, and he didn't know when a demon subduing lock appeared in his hand, and at this time, as his body shook, there was a continuous sound of hitting the ground.

Mo Xiaoyouwu sat on her bed, the bamboo slip in her left hand had been rolled around again, she didn't even raise her head, just quietly looked at the scroll in her hand, as if the whole person had been intoxicated with the world described in the book, and turned a blind eye to the dazzling battle in front of her.

Although the battle between the brocade robe man and Tian Chen was fierce, they both had a tacit understanding not to make any sound, so the whole room was filled with gunsmoke, but if you closed your eyes and listened, it was strangely as silent as an ordinary lunch break.

Even if you ignore the black and yellow figures jumping up and down in the room, and just look at the ink demon holding a bamboo sword in his hand, lazily leaning on the bed in the afternoon sun and reading, what people can think of is just four words that the years are quiet.

However, after a cup of tea, Mo Xiaoyou's hand finished reading a roll of bamboo slips, and the one demon who was fighting indoors had already divided the winner and loser: the two red blood marks on Tian Chen's chest showed a touch of yellow, as if the blood mixed with pus flowed out after the wound was broken. His fingernails, which had been sharp and glowing, had now been broken by the roots, and only bloodshot fingertips remained.

The chain in the hand of the brocade man opposite him had also broken into two sections, but he himself was not scarred, only the long sleeve on the left side of the brocade robe had been torn from his elbow, revealing a solid forearm.

"Good! Count me Huang Shulang losing today! Mountains and rivers meet...... You!! ”

Huang Shulang looked at the small tip of the sword emerging from his chest, and his eyes widened in disbelief. According to the unwritten rules of the demon clan in this realm, if you fight privately and divide the winner and loser, the losing side is sent to do one thing.

Originally, Huang Shulang was about to ask the other party what he wanted, but who knows, the flying sword that came from now actually penetrated his back directly and silently.

After all, the vitality of the demon clan is strong, until he saw the tip of the sword coming out of his chest, Huang Shulang's breath was not broken, but blood foam had already flowed out of the corner of his mouth, "You are the ...... of the god clan"

"It's not."

When a certain little demon heard the word "Protoss", his brows were frowned, and he finally raised his eyes to look at Huang Shulang, who was about to breathe, for a second time, and even said the third sentence:

"You even know about the Protoss? To put it this way...... I really can't let you die. ”