coughed up a mouthful of black blood, the Clown Emperor shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't push it too hard, if you want to leave these 100,000 soldiers behind, Li Ruohai will have an excuse for blood sacrifice, that is to steal chickens and rice, and..."

Speaking of this, the Clown Emperor's cloudy eyes seemed to flash with a light, and Elliot waved his hand, filling in the unfinished words of the Clown Emperor in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moreover, they didn't want to sell their lives to the empress for a long time, they were still one of the seven demon generals, and they listened to a high position, but they didn't know which one of the fallen heavens was no longer the empress.

After Xiao Chen's death, the empress immediately imprisoned Lydia, and there was only one voice left in the entire fallen heaven, that is, the tyranny of the empress.

One emperor and two queens and seven demons will only be left with an empty shell, the seven demons will be separated from Germany, the queen of mandala is detained by guard, the queen of Medusa is mysterious, no one knows who it is, only the empress's words are left, Elliot depressedly poured a whole bottle of vodka, and spitted: "Empress, hehe, empress..."

"Silence!" The Clown Emperor hurriedly strangled several subordinates who heard this, and said fiercely: "The empress is no longer the empress of the past. ”

Elliot nodded and sighed repeatedly: "I know this, but Lao Tzu wants to know why Morgana became moody in the past, when she first became an empress, she still called me uncle." ”

His eyes, which were half covered by his beard, shone brightly, and Elliot said with a cry, "Why is this happening?"

The Clown Emperor wanted to speak and stopped, but he found out something, but he didn't dare to let Elliot know that this bloody man was too unstoppable. He pondered in his heart, what is the day of the sun and the moon, what kind of existence makes the empress moody?

Under the orders of the two of them, the three major forces slowed down the pace of the attack, so that the warriors of Huaxia could take a breath, hang their lives half-dead, and go back to recuperate if they were injured.

The Clown Emperor and Elliot did keep a lot of hands, and after chasing and intercepting for so long, the 100,000 soldiers in Huaxia still had 70,000 complete combat strength, and the remaining 30,000 were only injured, and few died.

This is also one of the reasons why Li Ruohai is aggrieved, if he lets go of the fight, how good it would be to make a blood sacrifice of 320,000 immortals and abolished, as long as he shows a little bit of wanting to destroy them all, he will have an excuse to sacrifice the soldiers under his command with blood, not only can he beat the Clown Emperor and Elliot to the bust, maybe he can also turn defeat into victory.

Of course, in that case, there will not be a few of the 100,000 soldiers left, so what does it matter? He Li Ruohai is not a soft-hearted person.

Daydreaming is doing well, the Clown Emperor and Elliot are not fools, they have been hanging like this for more than ten days, and the 100,000 soldiers in Huaxia are all sad and sad, and Li Ruohai is even more bitter, and there is no good meat on his body.

"Xiao Lianxue, I call you grandma!"

After getting off the battlefield again, Li Ruohai spurted blood foam and cursed to the sky: "I said that your grandmother, Xiao Lianxue, as the king of the Northern Heavens, if you don't come to your own territory, what are you doing in the Southern Wilderness? Lao Tzu said that your grandmother, Lao Tzu... Poof!"

The anger and injury worsened, Li Ruohai only felt that his eyes were swirling and falling to the ground, Zhang Lei stepped forward to help him, and his face was full of bitterness.

The Clown Emperor was still worried that Li Ruohai was desperate, he really didn't do it to death, at most he was tortured a little bit, it was impossible to kill him, and the Clown Emperor was also worried that Li Ruohai was going to die and didn't care about anything, and he didn't mean to leave Li Ruohai at all.

But Zhang Lei is different, these mid-level Haitian are important combat power, that is, if they can kill a few, they don't have the capital to work hard, and the most pressure is these poor worms.

Just after being chased and slashed by seven or eight powerhouses of the same level for half an hour, Zhang Lei's whole person was prostration, but when he helped Li Ruohai up, his eyes were black and his feet were weak.

But the sycophants have to be patted, and the thighs have to be hugged, Zhang Lei echoed with a smile: "Yes, yes, damn Xiao Lianxue, he is derelict in his duties, damn it!"

"Bold!"

Suddenly, there was a loud roar, and a bright silver sword light swept across the thousands of troops on the flat ground, speaking in Huaxia language, and it was the Chinese people who came, but the three major forces that retreated without splitting the sword light rushed straight to Zhang Lei.

In the face of this sword light, the dignified Haitian rank mid-level couldn't even say a hard word, only felt that all the eyes and the whole face were shrouded in sword light, and they couldn't block or hide. He only felt that he was dead, absolutely dead! He didn't dare to stop it and couldn't stop it, so he came down in a cold sweat, and the whole person stayed in place and waited for death.

"Three-eyed child, do you dare to kill my general?" Li Ruohai opened his eyes and roared.

His eyes were blood-red, his hair was also blood-red when he stood up, and the knife light stopped on the side of Zhang Lei's neck, Si Mo's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Blood sacrifice?"

"If you dare to do it, Lao Tzu will dare to kill you with blood. Li Ruohai's voice was firm.

Si Mo put away the long knife angrily, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly slashed over, and that posture was definitely going to split Zhang Lei in half.

Li Ruohai was stunned, do you really dare to do it?

Si Mo is the king of the Southern Wilderness, his power and strength are on the same level as him, in terms of power, Xiao Lianxue did not come, he is the substantive king of the North Heaven, wheel strength, if he doesn't open the blood sacrifice, Si Mo can abuse him, and if he opens the blood sacrifice, he can torture and kill Si Mo, which shows that the chariot and horse want to kill people with blood sacrifice, how can Si Mo dare to do it?

That's the king of the Southern Wilderness, the son of a daughter doesn't sit in the court, so easily gave himself an excuse to kill him?

I saw that Si Mo did not stop, and the sword light fell, and the cold voice followed the exit: "If you want to kill this seat with blood, you can try, and those who insult Uncle Shizun must die!"

"You..."

Li Ruohai was furious: "Lao Tzu really killed you with blood!"

As he spoke, he was about to make a move, and at this time, he stretched out a hand in the sky and gently held Si Mo's knife light, it was a young man with a graceful figure, with a handsome face, who else could there be if it wasn't Xiao Lianxue.

"Now it's time to be unanimous. ”

Xiao Lianxue's smile was gentle, but this gentleness seemed to be a little dangerous, and he asked softly, "Do you want the blood sacrifice to kill Si Mo?"

"I still want to kill you with a blood sacrifice. Li Ruohai is more determined.

Xiao Lianxue suddenly snorted in a nasal voice, the corners of her mouth curled up and quickly retracted, as if she couldn't help laughing and wanted to hold back.

Smile, just smile, now look at the corners of his mouth are gentle, but when they are all upturned, they will show their braids, Xiao Chen's sharp smile is a benchmark for many people to imitate, and the laughter is too sharp and conspicuous.

"Forget it. He waved his hand and said, "Let's deal with the enemy first." ”

Almost at the same time, the same words came out of the Clown Emperor's mouth: "Xiao Lianxue came with a wolf horse, let's deal with the enemy first, Elliot's disrespect to Her Majesty the Empress, and then I will take him to bear the guilt." ”

"Good. A two-foot-tall giant said in an urn.