In front of the council chamber at the end of the corridor, the two men who were holding the bronze doorknob and staring at each other took a deep breath and nodded, and worked together to push open the bronze door with the impunctured Grand Duke's family crest. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the iron door shaft had already been wrapped in the mental power gushing out of Zheng Yi's heavy pupils, it still made a weak squeak, and the nervous two immediately stopped their movements, and carefully peeked into the circular conference hall from the slightly open door.

The cold moonlight shines through the stained glass that describes the stories of the Bible, the stories of the Lord in the Bible are projected on the rough black iron round table, and the angels of justice wearing laurels and holding the law and scales silently witness the changes of time in the delicate secret room carved with roses and fire called the womb room.

On the dark vault, a number of black figures hanging like insect cocoons can be vaguely seen, and after observing for a long time, the two of them squeezed sideways into the meeting hall through the crack in the door, and after some exchange between the two of them who were gesturing with sign language, Xie Zimu, who was carrying a giant sickle, was quietly sent to the hanging crowd by the thought power gushing out of Zheng Yi's heavy pupils.

The huge scythe blade flashed through the dark vault, like a crescent moon across the sky, splitting all the black figures hanging from the vault in two, until the corpse that fell on the iron round table made a muffled sound like thunder, and the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in the darkness.

Looking at the shriveled corpse with only the skeleton and skin left, Zheng Yi's eyes tightened, "The situation is not right, withdraw!"

With the sound of metal objects streaking across the ground, crisp applause rang out in the darkness, and the applause got closer and closer, and a black spear full of rust shot out of the darkness took the place of the head of the Angel of Justice.

"Yo, you're early!" said Fern Wang, with his hands propped up on the spear that pierced his abdomen, and pulled an ugly smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I have to say, a few of them did a really good job!" The applauding prince looked at Xie Zimu with a guarded face in the field lovingly, as if he saw a child's grandfather, his eyes were indissolvably kind, but there was a lingering madness in his eyes.

"But do you think I don't know, that there are always little mice hiding in my family?" said the prince, who picked up a spear covered with rust from above, covered his forehead and laughed, "I have to admit that the death of my child has exceeded my expectations, but you have always been my toy!"

After saying that, the prince assumed the most standard bidding gun pose, and used the spear in his hand as a javelin, and threw it at King Fern in the fetal chamber, and with the javelin hitting, the prince ran around the council hall like a champion athlete.

"Congratulations! Runner No. 5, Edmund Felton Van Dro, has broken the record again!"

"He's crazy! For the sake of strength, he has absorbed the origin blood of most of the blood clans in Huanghua District, and he is going crazy!"

"Hehe, I'm going crazy, hehe, are you jealous that the great Prince Edmund Felton Van Zhuo is about to be promoted to become the new ancestor?" the prince watched Xie Zimu's eyes gradually become crazy, and his scarlet eyes looked at Xie Zimu greedily.

In the guarded eyes of Xie Zimu and Zheng Yi, the prince turned into a blood-colored light and pounced on the two of them, but the prince stopped in the air, hung his chin upside down, and suddenly said, "Let me... Wait, hey, who's that! I remember you helped me catch him, and then I made the Bloodline disappear from Huanghua, okay?"

As soon as the words fell, a man dressed in Huang Hua's traditional costume and holding a two-foot sheathed long sword slowly walked into the conference hall from outside the door, as cold as a sword, he held the long sword and bowed to Xie Zimu and the two and said:

"In the ruling party of the Lower Eastern Communist Party, Li Jianfeng, who is concerned about the extremely martial arts cultivators, was ordered to take the lives of the two of you, for the sake of Huang Hua, the people who went to Huang Hua will not suffer from vampires, and they will be offended!" The words fell, the sword groaned, the cold light was slightly exposed, the person had not yet arrived, and the milky white sword of the sword blade was lightly stabbed at Xie Zimu and the two.

As the giant sickle in Xie Zimu's hand flipped over, the volley shot dissipated, Li Jianfeng nodded approvingly, and said: "No matter what, if you are in a fair battle, if you are slightly better than in Xia, I hope that Mr. Xie will bind himself, of course, I will also save Officer Zheng's life!"

"Hey, hey, I'm the judge of this fight, okay, how are you ........?"

The two wisps of sword light followed Li Jianfeng's gaze to the prince who was rolling on the ground like a child, until the prince was quiet without saying a word, and Li Jianfeng turned his gaze to Xie Zimu who was holding a giant sickle.

Xie Zimu, who was in silence, suddenly burst out, knocked out Zheng Yi who was standing beside him, carried him to the fetal room, and then rescued Fern Wang, who was nailed to the fetal chamber, and whispered a few words in the ear of Fern Wang, before standing opposite Li Jianfeng again.

He pointed to Queen Fern and said, "And him, please save his life again!" After a long silence, Li Jianfeng said: "But, if he is in Huanghua District, I will protect him, and if he is in Huanghua District and feeds on the living, I will get rid of him!

Li Jianfeng walked in front of Xie Zimu and was about to high-five Xie Zimu and swear, only to see Xie Zimu take a few steps back and say, "No need, I believe in you!" After speaking, Xie Zimu raised the giant sickle in his hand, arched his hand in the same way as Li Jianfeng, and then pushed the giant sickle in his hand towards Li Jianfeng, who was standing with a sword.

I saw Li Jianfeng raise his sword lightly, and the giant scythe just tapped on the long sword, and then shrank to Xie Zimu's side again, "I said you still can't fight?" In the prince's dissatisfied voice, Li Jianfeng, who was frowning, had no choice but to raise his sword and attack Xie Zimu.

Seeing that the sword stabbed straight into his chest, Xie Zimu did not defend the counterattack, and the giant sickle held high was like a white crane probing its beak, pecking at Li Jianfeng's heavenly spirit cover, only to see Li Jianfeng's wrist shake The original flat sword body stood up like a poisonous snake, and pointed at the junction of the sickle blade and the sickle handle, and then the right palm secretly spit out the extreme martial qi seal towards Xie Zimu's chest.

With a muffled bang, a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of Xie Zimu's mouth, but under Xie Zimu's control, the blood that spurted out suddenly turned into a long sword and stabbed at Li Jianfeng, but it also ended here, as Li Jianfeng exhaled and spewed out a mouthful of extremely martial qi from the dantian, the blood long sword that stabbed at him turned into a blood-colored steam.

But Xie Zimu immediately exerted his left hand and pushed the sub-blade at the end of the sickle to Li Jianfeng's chest, just when Li Jianfeng smiled and pressed his right palm towards the sickle, a palm stained red by blood suddenly appeared on Li Jianfeng's chest, and then Li Jianfeng held down the sub-blade and helplessly stabbed into his chest.

The prince raised his arm diagonally and looked at Li Jianfeng's corpse and said indifferently: "It's boring, so you can go to death"

The gurgling blood flowed down the sickle, instantly staining Xie Zimu's hands red, but not a drop of blood fell on the dusty ground.

Like discarding garbage, the prince discarded Li Jianfeng's shriveled corpse that had lost all his blood on the ground at will, and the prince licked the remaining blood on his palm, but looked greedily at Xie Zimu who was holding a giant sickle.

"Round 2!

Li Jianfeng is a man with background music on his appearance, a pure swordsman, for him there are not so many people in the world, he only has swords and opponents in his eyes, and he only has fairness in his heart, so he died, and he was attacked and killed by the prince without exerting his strength, and when he appeared, he unconsciously wrote in accordance with the way of martial arts, just a few hundred words I fell in love with this pure person, but he still died, died under his own hands, and may write his previous story in the future! This story has just begun, and even the tip of the iceberg has not been solved, so continue to look forward to Xie Zimu's journey!