Ning Shouxin glared fiercely at Wen Zhuyuan, and then looked at the statue that had stopped and was waiting for him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As if he had suddenly discovered something, he gently bumped Minghui with his elbow, and said eagerly: "Hey, hey, Ah Hui, have you noticed a strange phenomenon?"

Minghui said: "Why does this statue just hit us from beginning to end, but didn't even look at the person surnamed Mei? Don't you think it's strange?"

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"Isn't it ......"

"Oh, it's not good, the idol is attacking again, and it's still ......"

...... The blade was revealed.

The statue of the god, like a samurai, showed its blade.

It was a heavy sword that was more than a foot long.

It was fragmented, and the blade was covered with barbs of varying lengths.

The heavy sword is bounced out of its palm.

The hilt of the sword is very long.

Even though it is a tall statue, it can only be held with both hands.

The blade of the sword, glowing with a crystal blue light, was raised against his cheek.

It's as if it's brewing emotions, brewing a killer blow.

Its whole body is like an unsheathed sword.

Ning Shouxin, Minghui and Meng Lang saw it draw its sword and swing its sword towards him, and in surprise and exclamation, they suddenly jumped up in the air and jumped behind Wen Zhuyuan.

Almost at the same time, the middle of the idol's hand stabbed out against Wen Zhuyuan's cheek.

The smell stopped and was far from moving.

Because of the sword blade stabbed by the idol, the target was still the three people standing behind him, Ning Shouxin, Minghui and Meng Lang.

The broad blade of the sword is like a door panel.

Sharp murderous aura, like lightning.

Although the people who heard the distance were standing in front of them and blocked most of the murderous aura, they still made the three people standing behind them feel like they were struck by lightning.

As if they had fallen into an evil spirit, they drew their weapons and slashed, chopped, chopped, stabbed, teased, rolled, and blocked.

They were like crazy.

In their eyes, it was more than just a statue.

They just slashed and chopped and chopped......

Sometimes it's two by two, sometimes it's indiscriminate.

The sky that was cut out was red.

The ground that was cut down was blood-colored.

They were like three madmen who were frightened and mad.

No matter what the earth wants to kill this day, it will pierce this earth, and it will slaughter the horrors of this world.

However, they wielded their swords.

but they are the ones who shed their blood.

The sword is broken.

On the blade, there are blunt mouths.

The three of them eventually lost their strength, threw their swords on the ground, and the man lay down and fell unconscious.

The idol lifted the heavy sword upside down, still pressing step by step.

Wen Zhuyuan hugged his hands and went to that station.

The idol put away his sword and looked at him, looking at Wen Zhuyuan with a dull, as if he had been processed by a machine and didn't want people to hear whose voice it was: "You're not afraid of death?"

Wen stopped and said: "In my hometown, there is a great man who once said that human life is only once, I have not eaten enough food, I have not enjoyed the perfect wine, and I am still a virgin, of course I am afraid of death, I am so scared, but I know that I can't die today." ”

The idol said, "You think I don't dare to kill you." ”

Wen stopped and said: "You dare to kill me, but the one who is hiding behind and using the meditation technique is reluctant to kill me." ”

It was a garbled bastard, but the idol seemed to understand.

It looked at Wen Yuan, and the color of its face suddenly changed.

Even the voice of the voice has changed.

It said in a surprised and slightly frightened tone, "You...... Have you seen him already?"

Who is he?

This is also an inexplicable sentence, but when I heard it, I seemed to understand it.

He nodded thoughtfully.

The murderous aura on the statue condensed again, and said, "However, anyone who has seen him will die!"

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, suddenly bent over, took off the bamboo tube hanging on the bamboo basket, and shook it.

Only then did I realize that it had been empty for a long time.

He hung the bamboo tube back up.

He carried the iron sword, looked at the idol, and said in a mocking and slightly disdainful tone: "Are you so afraid of seeing him, is it because you are afraid that he will reveal your true colors, and he is afraid that he will always oppose you and understand your thoughts, and tell me the truth of the matter." ”

The idol said, "You ......"

Wen stopped and said: "However, you can rest assured...... Oh no, I'm afraid you won't be able to put your mind at ease anymore, he has indeed told me the whole story, about the Sanctuary intrigues, about your ambitions, and even about the secrets of the treasures of the previous Pope. Actually, even if he didn't tell me, I could guess the truth, because I was originally from the world that had created this mysterious martial arts scroll game world with my own hands. ”

Statue: "......"

Wen Zhuyuan lifted the bamboo basket placed on the floor, put it behind his back, shook the index finger of his right hand at the idol, and teased: "So, you don't have to use any meditation techniques to create illusions for me to scare me." Since we all know each other, we might as well show you for who you really are—the Pope from the Sanctuary, the one who hides behind a mask and manipulates all this conspiracy...... The current pope and the head of the double palace - Zachar. Oh no, to be precise, you're Heisa. The so-called him in your mouth, that is, sharing a body with you, was forced out by you, and forced out of the Holy Realm to seal the blue sa of this giant mansion in Nanling City. Actually, how to put it, you are still my idol, and you still have been. Now, I am really sad to see my idol grinning at me and shouting and killing. I was so sad that I wanted to go out and find a restaurant to get drunk. Why don't we, idol, go have a couple of drinks together?"

With that, he turned around and left.

The idol was furious, and with a whirl, stepped forward.

In just the blink of an eye, the idol that was originally standing behind Wen Zhuyuan had already arrived in front of him.

And the middle of the hand, which had disappeared, suddenly reappeared in its hand.

It held the hilt of the sword in both hands, raised it slightly at an angle of eighty degrees, like a lightning bolt ready to attack, and said: "Well, Hugh is presumptuous, in front of me, how can you leave without leaving?"

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, suddenly became impatient, and grinned: "Hey, if you really want to kill me, it's best to come to Zhongzhou in person, and we'll do it in person." In that case, even if you beat me, I will accept it willingly. But now, you're hiding like a turtle behind the shell of the Sanctuary and meditating on me, so that I can fight with myself, isn't it interesting? Isn't it fun? Aren't you tired? You think it's fun, please, I don't have time to play with you. Okay, I'll visit your brother in the Sanctuary when I have time. Anyway, you're my idol after all, and I'll treat you well. Oh no, I'm sure there should be a lot of people in Midstate who want to see you, Lansa, Ioros, and ......"

The idol suddenly said, "Stop!"

Wen stopped and said, "What's the matter?"