"I'll give you a big pineapple!"

Yu Lingdi suddenly went crazy. He twitched his hand, causing rain to fall all over the sky. When no one could react at all, he blew the masked man's head off on the spot.

"Bang!"

In the pouring rain, there was an explosion.

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment.

The storyteller was still looking at Haitang'er with a bright smile, but now his face suddenly froze...

The small ax in Cen Qiaofu's hand tightened, and his limbs were stiffened by this palm, and his eyes were condensed...

Even Haitang'er, who arrived belatedly, was not able to rescue her immediately. She watched as her head was blown out of thin air in front of outsiders...

"this?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked in all directions.

He has long known how charming the Eighth Sword Immortal's personality is.

But inexplicably, the masked man's head was blown open, and the facial expressions of many of Saint Slave's bosses changed color at that moment, which still made his heart beat wildly.

This, this, this...

This guy is so brave!

Yuling drops?

how dare you!

Xu Xiaoshou remembered what the masked man said in the white cave.

Not surprisingly, Yu Lingdi's father should have been in the same era as Bazunzhen, and was completely crushed.

But even so, he took action as soon as he said it, and even blew his brains out.

Even if both sides have sworn hatred.

But before, I could hold back and communicate in a pleasant manner.

Why all of a sudden...

"Young man, your road is narrow!"

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously took a few steps back and gave way to the battlefield.

He knew that the masked man was immortal.

I also know how much respect the Saint Slave bosses have for this so-called first seat of the day after tomorrow!

as expected.

The next second, the first person to riot was the storyteller who always had his brother in his heart.

"You are being presumptuous!"

The storyteller roared, his eyes bloodshot and red on the spot.

Previously, in Changyi's "Rhythm of Light" realm, my brother was exploded. It was his own choice.

But now, in full public view, my brother’s head was blown off...

With this hatred, even if his brother wanted him not to take action at this moment, it would be impossible.

What kind of accommodation, what kind of face, what kind of fighting without bloodshed...

"Die to me!"

He just roared and rushed forward alone.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned on one side.

I?!

This was the first time he heard such a manly self-identification coming from a storyteller.

Is this guy really so excited that he goes crazy?

The storyteller raised the question "Yin Yang Life and Death?", touched the ground with his toes, and changed his body position directly with his brother.

Immediately, he waved his palm inexplicably.

He didn't even want to say the order of heaven, he picked up the suddenly enlarged phantom of the ancient book and slapped Yu Lingdi hard.

It seems that it is difficult to relieve the resentment in one's heart unless one treats the person in kind.

"careful!"

Number 33 reminded.

But the space replacement is too fast.

Yu Lingdi had no time to react to the sudden change.

His idea was not to talk nonsense, he just wanted to ignite the flames of war and call Senior Wuyue back to join the war.

I didn’t expect that it would take just one slap...

The other party's reaction was so violent!

"boom!"

There was an explosion.

The air waves surged, pushing back the rain from the sky.

With a whoosh, the storyteller's figure flew out upside down.

Everyone glanced at him, only to see that Yu Lingdi's attack, which he could not react to, was blocked by the tall man beside him with an elbow.

"Number 33..."

Yu Lingdi murmured softly, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

But just for such a moment of lost consciousness, there was another whistling wind behind his head.

The storyteller in front of him was obviously knocked upside down by No. 33's elbow, but when he suddenly turned around, he saw an angry storyteller behind him.

"die!"

The huge yin and yang that was twisted and turned, life and death? The shadow fell from the sky, like a giant's palm, about to draw the Yuling drop into powder.

But No. 33 really looks like an emotionless fighting machine.

He didn't even have the slightest chance to calm down. After sending the storyteller flying in front of him with his elbow, he turned around and kicked the second storyteller away with a whip kick.

"boom!"

The second storyteller was still kicked away.

In the void behind Yu Lingdi, a thick black hole was suddenly kicked out.

The space disintegrated inch by inch, making Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitch wildly as he watched the battle.

This reaction speed...

This attack power...

"Is this the mature form of Tianji Puppet?"

"Throne body?"

Hee hee hee…

The head of the masked man in front of him turned into sword energy, and then stared into the shape of a human head again.

He looked at the crazy storyteller, frowned, and muttered: "It's too impulsive, isn't it just a head?"

Now Cenchov couldn't listen anymore.

"you've changed."

He refuted:

"A few decades ago, I would have dared to conclude that you would not even have said these words... No, you would have never thought of saying anything like this."

"But now, things have really changed."

He pondered for a long time.

Cenjov continued: "Maybe to you, this is just an insignificant head."

"But for the Saint Slave, this is dignity!"

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the Immortal Ax in his hand, bowed his calf, and said, "Now, you can't just leave. This battle must be fought... That kid will also die!"

Say it.

Cenjov's figure was like a cannonball, shooting out on the spot.

Xu Xiaoshou stared at him in shock and left.
To be continued...