Xin Xiaomei's performance is extremely sè. It's hard to believe that this is her first solid line. After successfully attracting the attention of the gargoyle and the bronze puppet to herself, she began to lure the three gargoyles and four bronze golems into a circle in the huge square of the British Museum. Not only that, but the aura bullet shè from the desert eagle in her hand has also changed in a thousand ways, sometimes it is the aura bullet endowed with the frost Dao technique, sometimes it is the aura bullet endowed with the true skill of spiritual fire, and sometimes it is the aura bullet mixed with the thunder and lightning of the Dao, and the dazzling brilliance of all kinds of Yan Sè keeps blooming on the body of the gargoyle and bronze puppet, which is a hundred times more dazzling than the fireworks set off during the New Year.

Although it was the first time to fight, although her face was full of excitement, Su Xiaomei's heart was very calm, she was not like some novice rookies who had just entered the battlefield, and squandered the true yuan in her body in one breath, she knew very well that her true yuan who had just crossed the threshold of cultivation was still very low, and she was not qualified to squander, so every aura bullet she shè out was carefully calculated, and every time she waited until the Taoist effect on the gargoyle and bronze puppet was about to disappear, she would make up for it. At the same time, she will also set a Taoist trap from time to time, tossing three gargoyles and four bronze puppets enough, during which there are even gargoyles that burst into pieces due to sudden cold and heat, although they are quickly reorganized, but it can also be seen from these things that Su Xiao and Mei's first actual combat is extremely successful, and her talent in this area is also excellent.

However, Su Xiaomei, who was the person concerned, was not very satisfied with her performance, and muttered secretly in her heart: "It is really not easy to transform theoretical knowledge into practice. Although I can be regarded as a master of kite flow theory, I didn't expect that after practicing at this time, I still made mistakes again and again. Hey, the key is the lack of heat in my running and card slots. It seems that I will have to do more training in this area in the future. Saying. If only I could have a spirit pet with rough skin and thick flesh, and have it in front of me to attract firepower, even if I run and get a little less windy, my performance will be much better than now,"

It seems that Su Xiaomei really plays this thing as a game!

Just when Su Xiaomei shuffled out the first wave of aura bullets to attract the gargoyle and the bronze puppet, Zhang Wenzhong had already jumped to the second floor of the pavilion in front of him, raised his fist and swung at the thick glass window in front of him.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed against the glass window, and there was not much noise, just a low, muffled sound, and then there was a "click." Immediately after that, cracks appeared around his fist and spread quickly in all directions, at most a second later, the thick glass window was soft and cracked into slag scattered all over the ground, and Zhang Wenzhong took this opportunity. Leap into the second floor of this exhibition hall.

Just as Zhang Wenzhong's feet landed on the ground on the second floor of the exhibition hall, which was full of glass shards, a dazzling light flashed from the huge oil painting, and then turned into three arrows of light, which sparked at Zhang Wenzhong in the shape of a zigzag.

Zhang Wenzhong didn't dodge or dodge, pinched a trick in his left hand, hooked and swiped in front of him, recited a spell in his mouth, and finally shouted: "Edict!" In an instant, a smooth mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, and after the three light arrows hit the mirror, there was really a phenomenon of folding shè, and shè returned to the huge oil painting in an instant.

"Poison!" the blazing flames immediately appeared, engulfing the huge oil painting in an instant. However, Zhang Wenzhong did not take it lightly, and the offensive did not end there, he put his feet on the ground a little harder, and the whole person was like a cannonball out of the chamber, rushing towards the huge oil painting in front of him that was swallowed by the fire. At the same time, his right hand was twitched at his waist, and the three-foot sword was immediately in his hand.

Just holding the three-foot sword in his hand, he didn't take out the sword, but there was a terrifying Dripping Sky Sword Intent, surging out of Zhang Wenzhong's body. At this moment, Zhang Jiazhong's whole person suddenly turned into a rare and sharp human-shaped sword, and the sword intent that poured out of his body seemed to be about to split the world!

Just when this terrifying sword intent reached its peak, Zhang Wenzhong held a three-foot sword in his right hand and stabbed at the huge oil painting in front of him. Although the degree of this sword was not fast, and there were no other fancy tricks, the terrifying sword intent stabbed towards the oil painting with this sword.

With a piercing scream and a fierce wind, this terrifying invisible sword intent was like a hideous desolate evil dragon, roaring and pounced on the huge oil painting, threatening to devour it.

The terrifying invisible sword intent instantly hit the huge oil painting that was burning, and it suddenly sounded outside the window. This huge oil painting instantly turned to powder. Meanwhile. The walls of the huge vertical oil paintings were also treated like oil paintings with a deafening roar: they were reduced to powder.

After stepping into the realm of the first layer of Qi Cultivation Realm, the momentum that emanated from Zhang Wenzhong's body was as strong as the mountains and rivers, and between his gestures, he was full of domineering, which made people involuntarily fearful.

After smashing all the oil paintings and walls into powder with a single sword, Zhang Wenzhong did not withdraw the three-foot sword, nor did he restrain the Heavenly Sword Intent emanating from his body, but turned his head to the right and squinted slightly at the dark corner.

In that dark corner stood a man, the Sister of the Ship in a huge oil painting. Not only her appearance, but also the clothes on her body are exactly the same as the nun in the oil painting, and in front of her forehead, there are a few strands of hair showing signs of burning, this scene is so weird, as if she has just escaped from the oil painting.

"What a terrible swordsmanship, who the hell are you? What are you doing in the British Museum? The slightly embarrassed nun glared at Zhang Wenzhong, but her voice was as graceful as a crow. Zhang Wenzhong smiled indifferently and replied, "Does it matter who I am?" Ms. Gwyna Virxu, you should know very well what I mean, so why bother asking more?"

"How do you know my name?" a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the nun-clothed black.

Zhang Wenzhong replied: "Don't you know? Underneath the huge painting is the words: "King Arthur's wife: Queen Gwynaville." But I really didn't expect that the legendary Lady Gwynerville, who died in the convent, was still alive, "I wonder how you did it, are you not a nun, but a witch, and a witch who practices the "necromancy" that is considered evil by the Western Church.

"As you just said, does it matter to you whether I am a nun or a witch? Gwynaville sneered and said, "Although your swordsmanship is better than that of those who trespassed on the British Museum before, your ultimate destiny can only be to become one of my many collections." At most, when I mummified you or made you a bronze puppet, I would make you look a little better, because the way you look now makes me sick!"

Gwynaville grabbed the pitch-black cross hanging from her chest, held it flat in front of her, and after reciting an obscure incantation quickly, she suddenly shouted, "Resurrection, my warrior!"

A dark mist immediately poured out of the pitch-black cross in Gwynaville's hand, tumbling and quickly pouring into the marble statue that stood beside her.

This is a marble statue in the shape of a knight, wearing plate armor, holding a sword in its right hand and a gun in its left hand, standing proudly with its chest upright, its eyes full of confidence and arrogance, and a heroic posture. On the pedestal below the marble statue, there is an english sentence: Lancelot, the first knight of the Knights of the Round Table.

Zhang Wenzhong was not in a hurry to make a move, but just sneered and said: "Gwynnaville and Lancelot, I didn't expect the legend to be true, you two guys really got together." "He wants to attract all the hidden abilities in the British Museum to get rid of them, so that he can smoothly transport the Chinese cultural relics.

"Fight for you, my lady". A dull voice came from the marble statue. Immediately afterward, a dense sound rang out, and countless pieces of stone and debris fell from the marble statue, and then a living man dressed in metal plate armor stepped out of the marble statue and knelt down in front of Gwynaville.

Gwynaville raised her right hand at this time, pointed at Zhang Wenzhong, who was watching the play, and said to the knight kneeling in front of her: "Lancelot, my warrior, go and kill him for me."

"Yes, I would like to serve you, my dear Gwynnaville!" Lancelot replied in a deep voice, then stood up, put the plate helmet on his head, turned around and glared at Zhang Wenzhong, and then, he opened his mouth violently and let out a roar like a hungry tiger, and kicked his feet on the ground so hard that the entire pavilion trembled. And he held the knight's spear tightly with both hands, and rushed towards Zhang Wenzhong like a whirlwind, because of the rapid friction, a raging flame actually appeared on the knight's spear.

"Divine Sanction Musket Thrust". Lancelot snapped. ，