Me, sword fairy!

The most dazzling Wushuang sword soul in the ancient country for thousands of years, the strongest combat power in official history, if it were not for Su Wangyou's birth, I am afraid that the entire ancestral light, and even the future of ancestral light, would not have an ancient country stronger than Chu Yi Soul of the sword.

Zhang Tulong and Tang Shuxin were almost this far away.

Even if Zhang Tulong really inherited the name of Guiguzi, it must be the weakest handful of Guiguzi, no—it should be the weakest one, and if Tang Shuxin let go of his obsession with Qin Jinghong, If he concentrates on practicing martial arts, he will definitely become the strongest bunch of Guiguzi.

Therefore, Tang Shuxin took away everything from Zhang Tulong easily. Later, he became a mad swordsman and joined Ye Jintianming, and he found countless information, and finally fictitious death, no one could tell.

Even if he died, he secretly left behind to control the poisonous spiders. He seized the opportunity to hand all the information to Su Changge and Su Wangyou, and entrusted his unfulfilled wishes to these two...

Zhang Tulong and Tang Shuxin were not on the same level at the beginning.

"So wanting to win, it couldn't be easier." Su Changge pinched a magic trick, which was directly activated by the unworldly sorcery created by the second generation Guiguzi.

If it were in a normal state... Zhang Tulong would naturally not be recruited, but what if - - there was a flaw in his practice, and Su Changge happened to know that flaw?

Naturally, Zhang Tulong would not sit and wait for death. His internal energy surged crazily. In the blink of an eye, the space secret was formed, and he could get out of it in just another instant.

Just as Zhang Tulong was about to step into the space passage, a calm voice came from behind him.

"Where do you want to escape?"

Zhang Tulong was stiff.

Logically speaking, at his age, there is nothing in the world that can impress him. Moreover, for a warrior, hiding his shock and fear is a basic skill. How could Zhang Tulong make such a low-level mistake?

Because of that voice, Zhang Tulong was too familiar.

After his death, for countless days and nights, Zhang Tulong woke up from his dream in a cold sweat, as if he could still see the contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

An equally old hand pressed on Zhang Tulong's shoulder.

Zhang Tulong felt that his veins were filled with mercury, and his body was as heavy as a dead body soaked in water.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw the familiar face.

"Fu...tai...book..."

"No." A not so soft smile appeared on the other party's face, "It's Tang Shuxin."

Subsequently, the palm penetrates the heart.

Zhang Tulong fell to the ground, and the world before him gradually dimmed.

The world in front of him was blurred, and the old body stood beside him.

Afterwards, in a trance, Tang Shuxin's appearance and figure seemed to have changed a little.

[Can't see clearly...]

Zhang Tulong felt that his body temperature was losing a little bit, and his body gradually became cold and heavy. The most important thing was that everything in his sight became so blurred.

[Fu...Tai...Book...]

As if hearing his inner call,'Fu Taishu' knelt down.

Gui Guzi's old face was blurred for a while, and finally slowly changed.

It became the face of a young man.

Before the stormy waves rushed to Zhang Tu Long's face, his heart stopped beating first.

Even so, Su Changge squatted down and denied him in a low voice.

"Do not."

He said.

"It's Su Changge."

Chapter 33 One Punch

Heaven.

"You seem to have drawn a trace of attention to observe the battlefield on the ground?" Mo Mingshi put his hands behind him, and did not rush to shoot, "Does it make sense?"

Masters of their level were almost impossible. Controlling Su Changge was nothing but a simple effort for Mo Mingshi, but he still released the control, avoiding the dispensable internal energy and mental energy consumption.

Su Wangyou looked at him and asked, "Don't you think it makes sense?"

Mo Mingshi nodded calmly and said: "I think the following battles have no meaning at all, at least to me, of course, it is a bit meaningful to you."

"What do you say?" Su Wangyou asked.

Mo Mingshi lowered his head and looked at the battlefield below, "You should understand better than me. To me, it doesn’t matter if you win the battlefield down. As long as I win, I can give them all. Kill."

Mo Mingshi paused, "Don't leave one."

Su Wangyou was silent, because Mo Mingshi did possess such power.

"And for the dead Yejintianming warrior, I can also resurrect him by various means." Mo Mingshi raised his head and looked at Su Wangyou, "So the battle below is meaningless to me. , But you are different. Even if you defeat me... the dead will not be resurrected."

Yes, Mo Mingshi can resurrect others at will, but Su Wangyou cannot do it. This is also the truth.

"It is our battle that determines the world's direction." Mo Mingshi's face was solemn, "I will ask you one last time, Su Wangyou."

He showed a solemn look.

"Do you really want to stand in front of me... stand in front of the new era?"

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will not change." Su Wang said indifferently: "The new era will come, but it is definitely not because of you."

Mo Mingshi was silent, and he suddenly felt very tired, very, very tired.

He couldn't understand, really couldn't understand.

Is his method bad? Is the new era bad? Why... always someone jumps out and tries to stop him?

"Why...?" Mo Mingshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Finally, come on."

Internal air, surging.

"I don't want to know why, and I am not interested in exploring the answer to this question." Mo Mingshi said calmly: "Because I know that no one has convinced me, and I don't have the confidence to convince you, until now..."

A fiery fighting spirit rose from his pupils.

"Only fight."

"Only fight!!"