Zhang Ziyou's eyes flashed with a different color, his body floated in mid-air, the bottom of his hand flashed, and the natal sword appeared, horizontal to his chest.

"Senior sister, what does this mean, everyone who wants to shout knows it? Senior brother has been the senior brother of Tibetan Sword Peak for many years, and the first real person trusts me, how can he dispose of me because of your words? Since the senior sister has to make such a big move regardless of her feelings, then the senior brother has no choice but to move the rules of this hidden sword peak! ”

After that, Zhang Ziyou's sword aura flashed, and the golden aura exploded, forcing the sword qi to go straight to the door of the God of War mecha!

Wen Rong sat steadily in the God of War mecha and smiled contemptuously.

Before, she pretended to be a grandson because she had no equipment and no means, and the situation was stronger than people, so she had to bow her head, but now, with the God of War, she will be afraid of a foundation building period?

The blue star that can follow Dongli through the Ganges Galaxy and enter the Long River Galaxy, the God of War who has been intact for so many years, how can a small foundation be defeated!

casually flicked a few buttons on the mecha's internal console, and the god of war immediately moved at will, and the mecha hammer swung out fiercely.

A fist met Zhang Ziyou's sword and smashed it!

"Bang!"

The sword qi collapsed, the person was fine, and the sword was broken.

Zhang Ziyou took a few steps back, watching the natal sword break, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"It can't be! Although I don't know why you entered the fifth layer of qi refining so quickly, I have already entered the foundation building period, and the natal spirit sword has also been cultivated for many years, how can it be so easy for you to break the sword! Is your white humanoid weapon a magic weapon? ”

"Ritual weapons? What is that? I don't know, but I do know that today is your time of death! ”

Wen Rong sat in the God of War mecha, blew on the palm of his hand, and then slapped the mecha's console fiercely, and the God of War immediately turned into a phantom like an arrow off the string, and rushed to Zhang Ziyou, and with a slight hook of his fingers, Zhang Ziyou was lifted.

Zhang Ziyou's face turned pale, and the golden aura was desperate to attack the god of war.

Unfortunately, there is no use.

Not even a single mark was left.

If the God of War mecha is not a bull, how can it leave a legend in the history of the Ganges galaxy!

Wen Rong grinned, manipulating the God of War to hold Zhang Ziyou's body with one hand and hold it tightly.

With a little force, you can pinch his whole person!

Zhang Ziyou's tears flowed out, his whole body trembled, his pants were wet, and he cried in a trembling voice: "Senior sister, senior brother is really confused for a while, senior brother has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, senior sister raised her noble hand, let go of senior brother!" ”

"Spare you?"

Wen Rong chuckled in the mecha: "Let you go, then who will let me go!" Oh, could it be that Li Wanwan? You say, what will happen if you are seen by Li Wanwan like this? ”

Zhang Ziyou's face turned blue and purple, purple and green, green and white, white and black.

The warmth of the look is breathtaking, and when a person is nervous, helpless and desperate, there can be so many expression colors on his face.

However, since ancient times, the villain died from talking too much, and she still knows the rules.

Don't ink at critical moments, do it when it's time to do it.

With a certain look in his eyes, Wen Rong manipulated the mecha to hold Zhang Ziyou fiercely!

"Ah!!! Help me!!! ”

Zhang Ziyou let out a terrible shout, Wen Rong was unmoved, and the fingers of the mecha kept tightening.

But in an instant, Zhang Ziyou has more air in and less air out.

"Stop!"

A coercive voice came, the first seat of the Hidden Sword Peak, leaving the abyss, finally came.

Wen Rong smiled slightly, holding Zhang Ziyou's body tightly, the mecha was motionless, but his eyes were aimed at Liyuan's real person's upright figure.

"Master is late, it's really good to call the apprentice!"