The passer-by was a little embarrassed and buried his face in his collar. He took out a knife from behind, rushed forward without any explanation, and started fighting.
His style is very strange, elusive, combined with various movement techniques, very fast, and his shadow is seen before he is seen. His knife is also very sharp, as if he has spiritual energy and can be controlled freely.
The name of the knife was Hooligan, and as mentioned above, it fit the temperament of these two people very well. The sword seems to be able to speak in the consciousness, and it is said that it must be nourished with blood to unleash its true abilities.
A knife and a sword, and they haven't seen each other for a long time.
"Brother Wushuang, after so long, your master is still so..." The gangster said, with a thorn in his words.
The Wushuang Sword Spirit ignored him and touched his blade as if it was a slap on his butt.
Among these two spiritual swords, they really looked like brothers. Qin Qing and Gu Ke smiled awkwardly.
Xuanwu and Suzaku also started to attack, and they kept using fire attacks, beating the opponent into a mess. The formation has begun to become chaotic, there are constant casualties and bloodshed, blood stains the blue sky, and blood flows into rivers.
Qin Qing broke away from the Wushuang Sword Spirit and began to gather the spiritual energy in his palm. He slashed it out with one palm. The air around the condensed palm began to vibrate. A tree in front of him fell deeply, crushing it. In the opponent's army, a group of people were crushed to death and crushed into a ball of mud.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so cunning after not seeing me for so long." The passerby said jokingly, as if there was a sharp knife hidden in the corner of his mouth.
Qin Qing bowed his hands to express his politeness, but you were just as cunning and treacherous.
Faced with the same seriousness as the other soldiers and monks, the two of them were more like fighting among brothers, chasing each other for fun. Sometimes it's like flirting with each other. The swords and swords also joked with each other.
The fight was hard to separate, but Suzaku and the army were screaming in agony. Suzaku's fire attack became more and more fierce. The flames were like elves jumping above other people's expectations, spinning violently, and a ball of fire hitting the opponent.
The other party instantly turned into a sea of fire! Even this forest suffered. The spectacular sea of fire is more brilliant than the sunset beside the trees.
Then he began to gather his energy and snorted a breath through his nose, which was overwhelming. He concentrated all his spiritual energy into that breath.
Even the breath of wind he exhaled was like piercing the opponent's heart with countless needles, and sometimes it was like a decapitating sword that took turns.
The passer-by looked at it and said, "Okay, that red dead bird looks very interesting. You can lend it to me for a few days to play with, if I win."
In fact, this means that he wants to grab something, a mythical beast, it must be very valuable.
Qin Qing saw it and shook his head. The passer-by frowned pretending to be sad, looking very pitiful, and his fangs seemed to be broken due to heartbreak.
As always a drama queen, as always shameless.
Qin Qing concluded this sentence, and in the end the entire army was wiped out.
"Brother, what are you doing? Are you chatting or playing? You are not allowed to hesitate here on the battlefield. You must kill decisively, and do you think we are kidding?"
Guo Chang shouted, his body was already covered in scars and bleeding, and the white clothes began to turn into blood clothes, with a smell of blood.
When the passerby saw this, he knelt down and begged for mercy the next second: "Brother Qin Qing, can you let them go? I don't have such a brother, I will have no source of food, and I will die. You can't bear to do this. Right? You're the best."
Passers-by can slip away even if they act coquettishly.