"What the hell have I done?" Bai Wang knelt on the ground, trembling all over, he was like a god in front of Lao Li and the others before, and now he was like a lonely and helpless child.

Suddenly, the black figure clapped his hands inappropriately, "It's amazing, it's amazing, the little branch has already opened its bloody mouth, but this meets our requirements, it's perfect." ”

As if he hadn't heard his words, the White King buried his head between his knees, "I actually want to eat people, I actually want to eat people." The White King's voice was a little choked, "How come?"

The leaves shattered the sunlight, and the broken spots of light sporadically hit the ground, just like the heart of the White King.

The man in black walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said excitedly, "Boy, you don't know what this means. The man in black turned his words, his pupils burning with frenzy, "I will train you to be a masterpiece, a one-of-a-kind work." ”

Bai Wang's body paused, and he seemed to realize the existence of this person, and slowly raised his head, his eyes full of jealousy and deep doubt.

With a simple palm, he let the White King know that this person was by no means an existence that he could resist.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I?" the man in black smiled softly, the wrinkles on his face like earthworms, making the White King feel a little sick. "I'm a general who never leads troops to war, but I ······"

The man in black held up a finger, and his arrogance seemed to be written between the shaking of the fingers, "Never lost." ”

The White King was silent, this man seemed to exist in the shadows, and mystery was his most feared weapon.

And he also discovered an unbelievable thing, under the old face of the man in black, there was a young voice that was no more than twenty-five years old.

The White King felt that the fog on this person's body had become thicker.

"Want to know why?" the man in black smiled.

The White King nodded.

"For you will be the most perfect masterpiece in my hand, the sharpest blade, and I will make you invincible, and your wrath will burn a whole field. The more he spoke, the faster the man in black spoke, and in the end, he looked very crazy.

"You will know how vulnerable the iron hooves that trampled on your homeland will be, and your revenge will be ······"

Suddenly, the White King got up like a tiger, grabbed the collar of the man in black tightly, and the pattern that had disappeared silently reappeared, shouting, "What the hell do you know!"

"Oooh oh. The man in black looked at the pattern and exclaimed, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a deep meaning and solemnity.

"You don't have to know too much. The black power reappeared, and the white king suddenly found himself floating in front of the man in black, and that power was irresistible.

"You will know everything, of course. As he spoke, he was about to take the White King and leave.

Suddenly, the wind was like a tornado, overwhelming the sky, and a tall figure stood behind the man in black like the god of war.

"What, do you think you can easily take him away in front of me?" the voice was like velvet, but with unquestionable majesty.

The man in black suddenly felt a mountain on his back, his body seemed to stand still in time, and he slowly turned his head, looked against the sun, and saw the gold-plated figure.

The white king also noticed the movement of the man in black, and followed his gaze, and this look, he could no longer calm down.

The long black hair kept fluttering, the blue armor was more admirable than the clearest sky, the whole person seemed to come out of poetry and painting, and the words in the world could not describe a trace of her beauty, and the giant sword held on the side was like her patron saint, not allowing any man to desecrate her beauty.

When he saw the comer, especially the sword, the scroll in the black-clothed man's mind had already turned to the page that belonged to the tall figure.

"Bang Que Sword. The man in black muttered, smiling, the corners of his mouth curled but with a hint of solemnity.

The black 'Bangque', even the most magnificent mountain in front of it, is as fragile as paper, and no one will want to try the depth of the 'Bangque' with their flesh.

"I didn't expect this to make you come out in person. The man in black folded his arms on his chest and stared directly at the figure, his gaze full of aggression.

"Female Martial ······"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, the figure that was still a little distance away from the man in black a moment ago flashed on the head of the man in black like a teleportation, and they could feel the exhalation between each other's snorts.

"You're really noisy. The soft but heroic voice reached the ears of the man in black, and without any delay, the sword of Bang Que slashed at the head of the man in black, with a howling wind, and the sunlight blocking it was shattered inch by inch.

The man in black smiled slightly, not surprised at all, and acted resolutely, which has always been her style of acting.

A pitch-black dagger that seemed to tear at the soul quietly appeared in his hand, only to see the body of the man in black flash, leaving only a thick dark black mist in place.

The pretty figure seemed to have expected this result, and with a slight force on both hands, the sword actually stopped.

A slight breeze swept across the white king's face, cutting off some of his hair, and the white king swallowed with difficulty, looking at the sword that was close at hand, bigger than everyone else, and the face that was indescribably perfect, and did not return to his senses for a while.

Suddenly, the figure of the man in black suddenly came from an extremely high sky. "What? Is it because the sword is too heavy to get up?" The entire canopy of heaven seemed to enter the endless night because of the presence of the man in black.

"Otherwise, I'll take my future masterpiece with me. ”

"Yitian!"

At the end of the sentence, the man in black shouted the name.

Yitian. The White King silently recited this name in his heart, and it was deeply engraved in his mind.

Her name is Yitian.

The leaves fluttered gently in the air, swaying, like the green silk fluttering on Yitian's face, she looked directly into the white king's eyes, and there was a trace of concern and curiosity hidden in the depths of her cold eyes. "I'll take you where you need to go. ”

After saying this, Yi Tian turned around and shot at the man in the air, the man in black who was full of infinite battle intent. But he didn't notice the white king with his head bowed behind him, and the unyielding spirit in his eyes like a roaring beast.

In the sky, two figures stood in the air.

"A madman hiding in the darkness dares to show his face?"

"I'm really crazy. The man in black quietly stroked the dagger in his hand, and the affection in his eyes seemed to be looking at his lover. "My masterpiece is what my crazy value is. ”

Suddenly, the man in black laughed fiercely, and the dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake, hiding out of sight.

"So, no one should try to take away my work!"

Between breaths, the man in black was like a silent ghost, without any trace, suddenly appeared behind Yitian, and the dagger in his hand was only a fist away from Yitian's back.

"You shouldn't try to take a singer's throat. ”

As he spoke, the dark 'fangs' were aimed at the position of the heart, and stabbed down fiercely, and at the end of the dagger, there was a withering life.

Just as the dagger pierced the armor and was about to approach the flesh, suddenly, a heavy blow that seemed to come from the earth came from the body, making the man in black feel endless power from all directions, as if he was buried deep in a cage that could not be broken free, and had to retreat quickly.

"Arcane, the grip of the earth. Just as the man in black was about to turn around, a female voice murmured in his ears, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the ground, which was like a scene of the end of the world.

'Boom!' In the horrified gaze of several people on the ground, a huge, earthy hand instantly stretched out from the ground, like the wrath of the gods, to rain down his monstrous anger in the mortal world, the huge hands and feet are nearly ten thousand feet long, even the mountains and rivers are so insignificant in front of it, a random wave of it is afraid that it will cause a tsunami.

"This is going to overturn my Gusol. The man in black sneered, at this moment, perhaps he should call it Gusol.

"My military plane, enjoy this moment. Guthor licked the blade with his tongue, and the blood that flowed from it was swallowed into his stomach, and the hideousness on his face was full of madness.

"Condolences. ”

Gussol closed his eyes, and a burst of crying came from the dagger in his hand, the pitch-black dagger seemed to attract all the sunlight, and Gussol's body seemed to turn into a dark millstone.

With a wave of his right hand, it seemed to be very slow, as if he was lying on the grass looking at the stars in the distance, and as if he was very fast, as if he was watching a huge meteorite crash towards him. The trail is uncatchable, subtle to the extreme.

Earth's Grip.

Mourn.

It contains supreme power, as if it drove the giant hands and daggers of the two heavens and the earth to collide in an instant.

There is no roar as imagined, and hurricanes. Silently.

I saw that the surface of the giant hand was cracked one by one, like a withered flower, and the dark light on the surface of the dagger became more and more dim, and the darkness around Guthor gradually faded.

On the surface, it's comparable.

The two stared at each other with war intent in their eyes, and at the same time sneered, and the Force fluctuations around them became even more vigorous.

They decided not to keep their hands any longer.

Suddenly, in the afterglow of Etienne and Guthor, two insignificant red rays appeared, shooting towards the great grip and mourning, weak as ants, but attracting all their attention, and they all looked at the figure on the ground.

I saw that the white king's body was directly in front of him, the cross was floating in the air, his whole body was surrounded by surging blood, and he was glaring at the two people in the sky.

"Are you enough!" the White King shouted, even in the face of the two fellows who were like gods to him, there was no evasion or fear.

"Why do you guys always want to plan my future? Why do you guys always think about it?"

The White King's hand trembled a little, and although he didn't know what the cross was, holding it was like a drunkard touching an old wine.

Even just a drop of it is a supreme enjoyment.

"How can you people on top care about the feelings of a little person like me, we are weak, we are vulnerable, but I will let you know. ”

"No one can easily control my future. ”

The red cross pointed straight to the sky, the hideous long thorns condensed a little red light, and the force in his body converged towards the cross like a turbulence, making him feel dizzy for a while.

"White King, I'm protecting you until you grow up to understand all this. Yi Tian said to the figure.

"Shut up!