The God of War Challenging Heaven

For a while, the whole of Tanyang City, completely blew up the pot, and it was a blast.

“Who's that Qin Yi? Challenging Daliang's number one expert, Tan Zong, let it go. In Alchemy, he also launched a challenge to Mr. Gong Jian. It's crazy! ”

“I heard that he is not from our Daliang, he comes from a distant Huaxia country, this time to challenge Tan Zong and Old Master Gong. ”

“Yeah, I heard he was still at the gates of the city that day, and there were a lot of people who heard him. ”

“My grass, a man from the Chinese Summer Country, is so arrogant that he dares to challenge the existence of two peaks of our great beam in succession, when our great beam is what? ”

“Grass, must be brutal. Does he think he is the reincarnation of the immortal Emperor? So angry! ”

“ …… ”

Every street alley throughout Tanyang City is filled with such outrage. Obviously, the challenge of Qin Yi is an insult to the people of Daliang.

At this time, in a luxurious house, a young man in a black robe, sitting on a stone pier in the courtyard, his handsome face with a faint smile.

Yes, this person is the head of the six major railway guards of Daliang Royal Family. Tan Zong, the number one master of Daliang Country, recently, the movement in Tanyang City, he could not have known, thinking of the reactions of the residents of Tanyang City, his heart is filled with joy.

“The young man from Huaxia is trying to challenge me. Isn't he looking for death? ”

Tan Zongfaintly smiled, he slowly stood up, came to the center of the compound, stood still, took out his weapon, it was a war knife.

The shape of the knife, quite overbearing, two meters long, the widest part, one foot, the shape is also extremely peculiar, the body is hidden with a red glow.

There is no doubt that this is a Chinese sacred instrument, called "Cang Hai”.

With the advent of this knife, Tan Zong's entire person instantly became as if he had a knife in his hand, hegemonic and sharp.

An invisible slaughter, from that very hegemonic knife of war, came out, instantly, filled every inch of space here.

“Dragon slaughter type 13! ”

Tan Zong began to practice his knife method. His movements, smooth and overwhelming, were completely natural and humane. The knife cut out of the knife, more than ten long, with the path sharp and broken voices, seemed to be able to cut everything in the heavens and the earth.

With his drill, the space of the entire compound was twisted, and the waves of the water seemed to crumble at any moment.

Over time, Tan Zong's movements grew faster and faster. In the end, the whole person turned into a faint fiction. Only that sharp giant knife, like a huge bloody lightning bolt, kept chopping out. It seemed to tear this heaven and earth apart.

“Dragon slaughter type 13 - type 13! ”

Tan Zong soon rehearsed his martial arts "Dragon Slaughter Model 13" to the final form. He drank it and the whole person suddenly descended from the sky. He grabbed the arms of "Cang Hai" and burst out a earthworm-like blueberry, and the hegemonic war knife stood and chopped down.

A giant bloody knife split the heavens and the earth and swept away with a wind.

¶ ¶ Just then, at the doorstep of the courtyard, suddenly a beautiful young girl emerged.

♪ ♪ The young girl looked at the giant bloody knife, coming towards herself, suddenly terrified, white little hands, a slender half-moon curved knife.

She also reacted extremely quickly, with a half-moon curved knife in her hand slashing, a blue knife slashing out, facing the giant bloody knife.

Knock!

The knife and swordman hit each other hard, all crumbling apart, between crumbling, pounding energy wave, swooping away, hard impact to the young girl, the young girl Nathana's moving body, suddenly flew out dozens of seats, and fell to the ground.

“Poetry! ”

Tan Zongyi suddenly took the knife away and burst at least the woman's side. He lifted her up one by one: “Poetry, how are you? Are you hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming to my house this time. ”

Poetry only felt in her chest, her qi and blood fluttered, a bloodstream running straight up her throat, but she was hard to swallow back and didn't spit out.

“I'm fine. ”

The poetic face was slightly pale and shook his head slightly, cleverly breaking free from Tan Zong's embrace.

Looking at the empty embrace, Tan Zong's heart was slightly lost, and the whirling, dark breath relaxed again: “I hope you're not hurt, what are you doing? Let's go inside and talk. ”

The poetry lightened a bit of a beautiful head.

The two entered the house, Tan Zong measured the curve of poetry, full of fatal temptations of male delicacies, eyes, an irrecoverable color of admiration, handsome face, full of laughter: “poetry, go ahead, you come to me, what is it, is there anything you need me to help you with? Whatever you need me to do for you, just ask. I, Tan Zong, even go up to Mount Knife and go down to the Fire Sea, won't stop. ”

A little bit of silence, the poem said: "Tan Zong, there is one thing that I really need your help with this visit. ”

“What can I do for you? ”

Tan Zong pushed that chest slightly without a trace, his heart was full of excitement, and even subconsciously rubbed his hands. For a moment, he just felt that the whole world was suddenly much better.

Prior to that, Poetry, she never came from her own house. Today, she came to her own house and asked for help from herself. Isn't that an opportunity?

He analyzed it secretly and quickly. It must have been this time. The Huaxia teenager wanted to challenge herself and suddenly wake up to poetry. She was the real strong one, the one she had to admire.

Suddenly, he even felt that the appearance of the Huaxia teenager was not bad, otherwise how could he support his great shore, how could he make poetry, suddenly realize that he was the one she needed to admire.

Perhaps the presence of the Huaxia teenager contributed to the good between him and poetry.

Tan Zong would like to thank the young man from Huaxia!

Poetry exhaled softly, then looked at Tan Zong's eyes and prayed: “Tan Zong, can you make some reservations when you compete with Qin Yi? Yes, Qin Yi is actually very strong, but in my sense, he is not your opponent. If you fight him as hard as you can, he will end up afraid of the worst. I don't want to see him scrapped or even killed by you. ”

Tan Zong-faced with a good laugh, suddenly rated, and stuck there.

Why is that?

The truth can be so cruel, so different from what you associate with yourself!

Yes, poetry came to ask for help, but not to give herself a chance to be with her, but to ask herself to show mercy for the young Huaxia in the upcoming contest.

Poetry For that Huaxia teenager, he could so disregard his face to ask for mercy on his men! Tan Zong stood there feeling disillusioned and dressed like an arrow.

“Tan Zong, please, I poetry, I never asked anyone before, this is my first time to ask. By the way, I don't have a brother. If you promise, I'll think of you as my brother from now on, okay? ”

The poetry leaned slightly on his delicate, carved face, looking into Tan Zong's eyes, full of prayer color.

The words of poetry, for Tan Zong, are like a handful of hammers, beating his already perforated heart into pieces.

Tan Zongqing stood there, feeling only a spin for a while. Suddenly, in his chest, a fierce rage burst forth, his face was scary, and his fists clapped.

“Why? Poetry, you tell me, why is this? After all these years, you can't see my thoughts about you, but you can be so indifferent, you don't care about anyone, I have nothing to say, but now, you're begging me to let him go for that Hua Xia boy, that Hua Xia boy, what good is it? I'm Tan Zong. What's wrong with him? ”

Tan Zongroar, the muscles on his face, a bit twisted, the appearance looked horrible, he was too squeezed!

Tan Zong, suddenly angry, the poetry was astonished, his subconscious stepped back and shook his head: “You're not like him...”

Tan Zong suddenly took a step forward, his eyes stared round, even his orbit was almost open to crack: “I, Tan Zong and he, of course, are different, I am stronger than him, I am the first master of Daliang! All right, Poetry, I can do what you want. You just promise to marry me, I'll do it. I can even pretend to lose to that Huaxia teenager! ”

Looking at the near-crazy Tan Zong, the heart of poetry was bitter to the point, and even two crystal clear tears were caught in the eyes of Xiu Mi.

Her teeth bite her lips tightly and she bites them all. Eventually, she shook her head in pain: "No, I can't accept that request. ”

Tan Zongzheng stood there, staring at the girl in front of him, making him dream all the time. There was too much doubt, anger and frustration in his heart.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

Tan Zong suddenly leaned up to heaven laughing, dark hair all over his head, madly dancing, as if he were a lunatic.

He suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes had become as cold as a blade, and he looked at the poem coldly: “Poetry, you want me to show mercy to the Huaxia teenager, no door! ”

Poetry Luna's delicate body, suddenly trembling, two lines of tears, instant gushed out, eyes, but Xu Xu Xu became sharp: “Tan Zong, OK, if that time, the Huaxia teenager, there is really three long two short, I swear here, I will never let you go! ”

Yan Bi, she turned around and stepped out of the door meteorically.