The empress happily sprayed perfume on her body, took off her gas mask, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, with a stunned look on her face.

His eyes swept to Ren Baqian: "Why do I feel a smell of braised pork on my body?"

Ren Baqian looked confused: ???

Smell!

"It's a night primrose......"

"It's the taste of braised pork, I've eaten it!" The empress's face tended to turn dark, don't bully me with a face.

"But I smell a strong fragrance...... Ren Baqian felt that he had been wronged, and the person who sent the perfume clearly said that it was the smell of nightshade.

"Woo-it smells worse!" Lin Qiaole burst into tears......

"Maybe Your Majesty's sense of smell is more sensitive than your ministers? After all, those perfumers are just ordinary people, and their sense of smell is definitely not as good as Your Majesty's. "Ren Baqian is now learning and selling, if it is a single taste, then everyone may smell very close. It is entirely possible to reconcile the two tastes, and it is entirely possible to smell the two tastes according to the sensitivity of the person's sense of smell.

It's just that the gap between braised pork and nightshade is a bit big......

The empress's face was dark and dark, and it took a long time for her to breathe a sigh of relief.

In any case, the braised pork tastes better than before, but I'm a little hungry......

......

"Bell!" Xi Wanya's long knife slashed out like a raging wind, and the opponent's weapon almost came out of his hand as soon as he exchanged hands, revealing the empty door in his chest.

Xi Wanya's body rotated and slashed out three knives, with the help of the power of body twisting, one knife was faster than one knife, one knife was stronger than another, the speed of the third knife was half faster than the first knife, and the strength was nearly doubled.

Several divine wheels on the opposite side were directly slashed into the city.

Qingyun Jian was just about to come to the rescue, when he suddenly felt a momentum rising into the sky in the distance, and his eyebrows were twisted.

It was Qi Zixiao's breath

She knew that Xi Wanya was coming.

Xi Wanya directly received the knife behind him and looked into the distance, and then said coldly: "Let's stop today, wash it tomorrow and wait for the Bendu Protection, so as not to dirty the Bendu Protector's knife." ”

"Want to go, no way!" Qingyun Sword shouted violently, his face showed a touch of red, his body became larger out of thin air, and the long sword in the air suddenly turned into thousands of streamer long swords, turning into a rain of swords in the sky, covering the entire city. The power of each streamer sword was equivalent to the power of a single blow from his hand.

The empress is not dead, if she and Xi Wanya are allowed to merge together, they will not have any chance.

When this sword was used, it was immediately like a deflated ball, and the smell of ash was exuded all over his body, and there were many more wrinkles on his face, as if he was twenty years old, and his body was crumbling.

"This is still a little interesting!" Xi Wanya laughed, the long knife dragged diagonally to his side, and the aura on his body soared, and then swung it violently into the sky.

A huge snow-bright sword light suddenly lit up the entire sky, and this knife seemed to split the sky.

People near the walls could even hear the sound of the cloth tearing, it was the sound of the knife tearing through the air.

The sword rain in the air collided with this huge sword light, and the sword light shattered one by one, the sword light seemed to have encountered some obstacle, and the wind rolled up in all directions, and some people could not stand still and retreated.

However, when hundreds of sword lights shattered, the sword light became more and more dim, and finally suddenly opened like glass.

The remaining hundreds of sword lights swarmed down, heading straight for the Xiwan Cliff below.

Then there were sword lights in the air.

After the roar, the entire city wall was smashed by force, a distance of five meters wide.

When the dust cleared, I saw Xi Wanya standing there, with traces of blood oozing from his body.

"Not bad. Xi Wanya looked in the direction of Qingyun Sword, with an appreciative look on his face, this was the greatest praise he gave to the enemy.

But when Qingyun Jian saw this scene, another mouthful of blood stood out, and his face became even more gray.

Even this sword can't help the other party, Qi Zixiao is so powerful, so is Xi Wanya, the talent of the ancient clan is really enviable, envious to the point of despair.

"Collect the troops, and follow me to welcome His Majesty into the camp. "Xiwanya Langsheng Road.

At this moment, he felt a warning in his heart, turned his head to look, and saw an old man holding a paper umbrella standing there looking at him, and the breath on the old man's body was like nothing, but the paper umbrella made him feel a little frightened.

Chang Tian looked at Xi Wanya, and said with a smile on his face: "In my life, it seems that I have learned a lot, but in fact, I have only learned one trick in my life, you can take a look." ”

"Okay!" Xi Wanya nodded, the long knife in his hand was no longer dragged aside, but placed diagonally on his chest, and his face also showed a solemn look.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to do what I promised you. Chang Tian turned his head and said, his eyes on an old woman in the distance.

I remember you liked the juan flowers, the yellow ones, the smell was good. Chang Tian thought in his heart, but did not say it.

"Chang Tian!" the old woman's face changed.

Chang Tian smiled at her, turned his head to look at Xiwanya, his face became solemn, staring at the paper umbrella raised to the eyebrows, his heart was calm and pious, as if he was offering to God, doing the most solemn and solemn thing, he poured all his heart into the umbrella, and then the whole person crossed hundreds of meters in a flash.

There is still a paper umbrella in the hand, but in the eyes of everyone it is a spear, and everyone can only see this gun, as if there is nothing else between heaven and earth except this gun, as if this gun exists forever when the world first opens, and it is not seen until this time.

This is a shot that can penetrate heaven and earth.

Fast as a meteor?

Faster than a meteor.

When he arrived at Xiwanya, he only saw the figure flashing, and the tip of the spear came to him, and the tip of the spear occupied all his sight. His heart was beating wildly, and he had encountered a crisis to the extreme.

All Xi Wanya could do was to block the knife before this shot, blocking this killer shot.

"Ding!" there was only a slight sound between the gun and the blade, as if a nail had fallen to the ground.

"Poof!"

Xi Wanya looked down and saw a paper umbrella penetrating the blade and penetrating his body, and the blood dyed the white umbrella face red, just like a painting of red plums in the snow that he once saw.

"Duhu!" shouted in the distance, and the other two god wheels rushed towards this place, but they were entangled again.

"Yes, it's a pity. Xi Wanya raised his head and grinned at Chang Tian, full of the smell of blood.

"It's a pity. Chang Tian was a little regretful and a little stunned.

When Fang Cai Xi Wanya touched the blade of the knife, he lifted the blade to the side, and it was this time that Chang Tian's shot was a little off.

It was precisely this deviation that allowed Xi Wanya to avoid the key point.

"What's your name?" said Xi Wanya, this shot was worth remembering his name.

"Ever-changing, ever-impermanent, lawless. Chang Tian said softly.

"Remembered. Xi Wanya nodded, and asked again, "Does this shot have a name?"

"Nameless, this shot is called nameless!"

"What a day, what a nameless!" Xi Wanya laughed as he spurted blood from his mouth, his body retreated, and when he pulled the umbrella out of his body, blood spurted out from the wound in front of him and behind his back.

"Collect the troops!" Xi Wanya shouted.

The army of the ancient tribe left behind some of the corpses, which dispersed like a tide.

"Chang Tian!" The old woman in the distance rushed to Chang Tian's side, only to see him maintaining a square posture, with a smile on his face, and his eyes looking into the distance, as if he was looking at the world where he was born and grew up here.

It's just that these eyes have lost their color.