This man is different, or the feeling of this man in front of him has changed, even if it is just a short intersection, the death insect will have a deep understanding of his prey, but now this man feels as unfathomable as the deep sea, and the danger signal is constantly sounding in the killing brain of the death bug. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ah, this feeling is addictive, my dear master, and you make it hard for me to do this. A magnetic voice spat out of Birmingham's mouth, and the silver hair began to grow wantonly, and an unknown color flashed in the purple stone-like eyes, as if intoxicated and painful.

Birmingham and the female man's sword spirit exchanged bodies again in a short moment, and this sword spirit with amazing swordsmanship once again stood in the sea of sand as a human, but this time the opponent changed from a human to a death worm.

Danger, the ultimate danger is up and down the body of the death insect, the cells all over the body are reminding their master, the man in front of him exudes an unimaginable smell of danger, the death insect rolls its huge body, and the thin yellow sand flies up with the wriggling of the death insect, forming a thin veil, and in the veil, the deep eyes of the death insect once again flashed with blue light.

The power of thunder erupted again, this time it was no longer a thunderbolt with the thickness of an arm, but a pillar of light with the same thickness as a death worm, and Birmingham gave it the feeling that it was no longer kept, and all the thunder stored in its body instantly poured out, threatening to kill the man in front of him with one blow.

The dark blue pillar of light with the tyrannical thunder outlined a magnificent color in mid-air, and the blazing sunlight seemed to be unable to resist the thunder power of the death bug, and even the bright sky became dark, or blue, because as far as the eye could see, only that magnificent blue thunder caught people's hearts.

In the face of the full force of the death bug, Birmingham just stood there quietly, compared to the first time against the streamer sword Sinda, Birmingham at this moment seemed more calm, or more arrogant, the purple stone-like pupils were covered with a faint light, the long sword in his hand stood casually in his hand, the tip of the sword stopped weakly on the soft desert, and the other hand gently supported the pale Tatali.

"Big ..... My lord, you?" Tatali naturally felt the changes in Birmingham, just like the rusty sword suddenly burst out with an unstoppable look, Birmingham gave her the feeling that a sharp long sword was slowly pulled out of the rusty scabbard little by little, and the piercing sword aura hit Tatalie's face messily, reflecting the silhouette of the man in her pupils, which looked extremely dazzling.

Birmingham heard Tatarlie's surprise, but silently evoked a smile, and then his somewhat lazy eyes suddenly changed, the long sword in his hand tightened, the sword light flashed instantly, and a gorgeous light burst out, and the yellow sand in the sky splattered up.

"Phantom, double phantom!" The same trick, the same person, but in the hands of the female sword spirit seemed to have a makeover, the gorgeous light shot out, the light flowed, and in an instant, a purple figure suddenly flashed out of the light, as soon as the figure appeared, it had already flown into the air, the purple figure was dazzling, and then the death insect only felt that the space was stagnant, and the figures of Birmingham and Tatali had disappeared, and the purple figure in mid-air also lost the light, revealing the figures of Birmingham and Tatarlie.

Directional teleportation! The simple four words made Tatali stunned, and the same shock was the death bug, because its full force hit the empty sand with all its might, and the huge explosion was thought of above the desert, and the fine sand raised a high layer, but all this had nothing to do with the death bug, because Birmingham in mid-air had already swung his sword down, and the sharp sword light seemed to cut through the space, constantly magnifying in the huge eyes of the death bug, and the sword effortlessly cut through the death bug's body full of slime, and the fishy yellow liquid sprinkled on the blazing desert like rain, and a horizontal crack neatly crossed the upper part of the death bugFluids poured out of the crack.

The sword light landed, Birmingham did not pause, the long sword in his hand turned around and slashed again, a huge crack instantly appeared on the body of the death insect, and that one formed a perfect cross, and then with the disintegration of the huge body of the death insect, the s killing insect in this desert disappeared.

"Cross Slash, my lord, you, what .....the hell are you" Before Tatali could finish speaking, Birmingham's straight body suddenly shook, and the whole person bent over violently and coughed, and a pool of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Tatali ignored her hot back and looked down at Birmingham, where a little bit of silver dust seemed to have taken root between Birmingham's black hair, and a little purple appeared at the corner of Birmingham's eyes.

"Your Excellency, you....?"

"I'm fine, it's just the after-effects. As soon as Birmingham's words came out, the faces of both of them changed, because Birmingham's voice was mixed with some thin female timbre at this time, and it sounded as if the two voices were coming out together.

"What's going on?" Birmingham said with a rare solemnity to the female man, Sword Spirit.

"The sequelae of the same tone, I suggest that it is better to use less in the future, otherwise I don't know what the consequences will be. "The female man's sword spirit is also a little tricky about Birmingham's situation, so I have to let Birmingham temporarily dispel this practice, after all, the risk is too great.

Birmingham nodded knowingly, then glanced at Tatali and the boundless sea of sand, and sighed helplessly, how can the current situation be used less.

At the same time that Birmingham was distressed, Birmingham's every move was clearly visible in a smooth mirror, and in front of the mirror, a beautifully decorated chair stood there, and the velvet cushions hung down four beige tassels, and the white legs of the lady with the color ring looked even more beautiful.

The rose-colored nails pinched a red cherry, and the good-looking brows of the lady of the color ring showed a look of satisfaction, but when she turned to the person kneeling at her feet, this little good mood was also ruined.

The bright red cherries circulated between Mrs. Sehuan, and the sweat on the forehead of the kneeling figure continued to fall, and the sweat soaked the cashmere blanket under Mrs. Sehuan's feet, and Mrs. Sehuan's silence made this person's heart continue to sink.

"Glenn, you know, I hate deception above all else. Emotionless words shattered the silence in the room and lowered the kneeling man's head.

"Honorable master, it was my mistake that I should not have hidden everything from me and Birmingham. Old Gülen said in horror, beads of sweat sliding down the size of beans.

"It turns out that the young conqueror's name is Birmingham, Birmingham, and I seem to have remembered a good story, Gülen, go down, and come back when I am in a better mood. Mrs. Sehuan was a little tired, waved her hand, and the cherry in her hand fell weakly on the cashmere carpet, and after rolling a few laps, she stopped at the hand of old Gülen, who boldly glanced at Mrs. Sehuan, and found that a pair of slender eyelashes had covered Mrs. Sehuan's beautiful eyes, and a slight snoring also came out of the small Joan nose, and the old Gülen who was resting in her heart picked up the cherry in her hand without squinting, and carried the cherry into her arms like a thief, and then tiptoed out of the room.

At his last glance, he saw a ray of sunlight shining on Madame Color's young face, the tiny fluff radiating a beautiful light like gilt, the thin nose fanning rhythmically, and the soft body buried in the huge seat, lined with the exquisite walls and heavy fireplace behind it, as if beautiful as an oil painting.

I wish you good health, my honorable master, old Gülen carried the cherry in his arms, and silently turned away, but his cloudy eyes showed a glimmer of brilliance that had never been seen before.