Luo Jiang and his party galloped all the way, completely ignoring Zhang Haitang and the bewitching Lin Qiuping. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After seeing Luo Jiang and the others enter the deep forest and gradually disappear, the enchanting Lin Qiuping was also relieved.

"What's the matter? They ran away, don't you chase?"

With Zhang Haitang's ingenuity, it is impossible not to see the relationship between Luo Jiang and the others and the enchanting Lin Qiuping, but she still did not act rashly, the reason is that after she appeared, the enchanting Lin Qiuping's attitude obviously changed.

Even Zhang Haitang could clearly feel that the manic mind in her body had gradually calmed down.

"Why should I chase? They are all important forces in my anti-examination alliance, what should I do after them?"

The enchanting Lin Qiuping smiled slightly, turned her head, and looked at Luo Jiang and the others who disappeared at the entrance of the deep forest: "You may not know, because I am a clone, so to a large extent, I am controlled by people." ”

The enchanting Lin Qiuping's words were a little helpless: "Actually, I wanted to kill those little ghosts, but, helplessly, just the moment you appeared, my first task had already changed." ”

"Now, at this moment, you are the target of my mission. ”

"Perhaps, in other words, you can better understand that my master wants to test my strength, and the little girl next to you, sitting on the puppet, is much more suitable than the group of runaway mice. ”

"Little girl, who do you say is the little girl? old lady, I tore you!"

"Axe slave, give it to me, tear this woman for me!"

is called the little girl, and it is naturally Zhang Minghuan, the captain of the Zhang family's escort team, who is the only one who can be instructed by Zhang Haitang.

Jumping down from the tall axe slave, Zhang Minghuan raised his hands without saying a word, and a strange purple arc light appeared in front of her eyes, and as the purple arc light continued to change, finally, a pentagram appeared in front of Zhang Minghuan's eyes.

The purple pentagram formed, and a figure emerged from the pentagram.

"My lord, the shadow slave obeys your call and fights for you. ”

"Kill her for me!"

Zhang Minghuan pointed casually, and in the direction of his finger, there happened to be a person, this person seemed to be frozen in time and space, except for this figure, all scenes lost their color.

This person is the only one, as if he is in a black and white film in a color painting, which is particularly conspicuous and dazzling.

"Nice little trick!"

The conspicuous figure is naturally the enchanting Lin Qiuping who just angered Zhang Minghuan.

But the bewitching Lin Qiuping didn't seem to be worried about Zhang Minghuan's hand.

Let the tall axe slave keep wielding a huge axe, smashing it on the land not far in front of him again and again, smashing the originally flat land into one big hole after another, the corner of the bewitching Lin Qiuping's mouth always had a smile on the corner.

It's like a kind mother, playing games with her ignorant child.

This situation lasted until Zhang Minghuan stretched out his hand to summon the shadow slave, and there was no change in the slightest.

But when Zhang Minghuan summoned the shadow slave out and pointed to his location, the bewitching Lin Qiuping's face finally changed.

Obviously, for this shadow slave who was summoned by Zhang Minghuan, the bewitching Lin Qiuping, X has some scruples in his heart.

But after Zhang Minghuan pointed at himself and let all the surrounding colors disappear, the smile of the bewitching Lin Qiuping returned to his face again.

"Whew..."

The sound of the axe breaking through the air kept ringing in the ears of the enchanting Lin Qiuping, but no matter how the axe slave swung the giant axe, his attack could only pass by.

This seems to give the axe slave a feeling that as long as the next time, the next time he will be able to smash that damn woman into meat sauce.

But alas, this is a sad illusion, no matter how many times the axe slave wields the axe, the figure in front of him has also escaped from the axe slave's hand again and again.

But the axe slave knows that those who provoke their own masters will never end well.

Soon, what the axe slave was waiting for arrived, and as a feeling of stagnation filled the surroundings, the axe slave clearly felt that there was an extraordinary situation around him.

This situation has been seen more than once by the axe slaves. Obviously, this is his own master, and he is wielding.

This kind of exercise that was turned into a black and white hell by his master, coupled with the ubiquitous sneak attack of the Shadow Slave, the Axe Slave believed that in the near future, the woman in front of him who made himself helpless would definitely be stabbed into a hornet's nest by the Sword of the Shadow Slave.

Just when the axe slave swung the hundredth axe, the axe slave's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly.

It's like a meteor in the night sky, appearing so suddenly and disappearing so quickly.

The axe slave knows, the shadow slave, has made a move.

The soul envoy hidden in this black and white hell finally showed his sharp hook claws, and with just such a slight wave, a soul was easily harvested by him.

Even the axe slave had faintly heard the sound of the human body smashing on the ground, and the axe slave clearly knew that everything was over, just like before, and any guy who tried to provoke his master in vain ended up becoming a sacrifice to the master's anger.

The axe slave opened his eyes that were dazzled by the sword light, trying to see clearly the body that was split in two by the shadow slave's sharp sword, however, the axe slave's eyes suddenly widened.

The bronze bell-like eyes are full of incredulity.

So much so that the axe slave was surprisingly rubbed his eyes vigorously with his big hands as thick as bear paws.

However, everything in front of me has not changed.

Shadow slave, dead!

The shadow slave has always been the most powerful of the four major slaves of the master, but now, the body of the shadow slave is displayed not far away.

From the trickling blood, the axe slave could still faintly feel the sharp sword of the shadow slave just now.

What's going on?

The axe slave was a little dazed.

An opponent that even the shadow slave can't kill, does he really have a chance of winning?

A black shadow kept jumping around the axe slave, and a sound kept lingering in the axe slave's ears.

"Run, little girl, run, run, slow, he's your end!"

A visceral sense of fear rose from the depths of the axe slave's heart, and then spread rapidly, out of control.

"Ahh Yes... Ahhhh

The axe slave, who had always been brave and invincible, actually threw away the huge axe and ran back from the battlefield howling.

And his other right-hand man, just now, right in front of his eyes, died in the hands of his opponent in an instant.

Zhang Minghuan felt something called shame.

And this feeling has never been felt in the past thirty years.