Great World of Magic Cube

"Stop it." The sinking geese standing on the virtual platform created by Ito Sei with space power shouted.

When I heard the familiar voice of the sinking geese, Nanyang Fighters, Jia Wei, and the attackers looked at the direction of the voice.

"what!"

"Suddenly flying in the sky!"

"Look, there are also Miss Yuan and Miss Aya."

"There are still monarchs."

Only when they saw the position where Shen Danyan and others stood, they all screamed involuntarily and forgot all about the fact that the attackers were still beside them.

At the beginning of the game, Ito-Cheng, Shen Yan, Ya Ye, Yuan Yuan, respectively, stepped behind, and stepped together, as if they were actually stepping on the ground, they stopped at the front of the attacker and stopped again.

"Speak your name." Ito Sung combines the power of the spirit into the language to form a spirit and command.

"Wu Zang Fang Zhaoqing." The attacker replied.

"Why attack Nanyang." Ito continued to ask.

"Tog the first level of the Nanyang monarch's true night."

"The reason." Hearing the other party's words, his heart immediately provoked an anger, and his violent hurricane-like murderous gas suddenly spread out, Ito Cheng said coldly.

Under the influence of the murderousness of Ito Satoshi, the fighters and Jiaxuan in the lower part of Nanyang, or the Musangfang Zhaoqing as the attacker are all in the cold Antarctic. The face is white and the body is slightly trembled. The bite of it, even to the personal strength of Jia Wei. Even more directly fell to the ground with his shoulders, his face full of fear.

"A Cheng." See the changes in the scene. On the side of the Asian night could not help but reach out and pull the sleeves of Ito, whispered.

After returning to the gods, Ito became a move, and slowly took back the murderous stance that had been sent out.

"Accept, received, big, big and college S-class, fighting, fighters. The smack of the singer, the whole, off, Kanto, launched a crusade." Although not affected by the murderous position, but failed to recover to the first time In the normal state of Musashifang, Zhaoqing replied with a trembling voice.

"Oh, it seems that she does not want to live." Ito Cheng sneered.

"Since it is here. Come out, don't you see anyone?" Then, Ito made a slight turn and looked at the distance, whispering.

Everyone present at the scene subconsciously followed the eyes of Ito Shun and looked out into the past.

The next moment, a petite figure came out from the shadow of the eyes.

The person coming is petite. Wearing a black Gothic Lolita suit with a hair cap with the same color and a matching width on the head, flat chest and fair skin, it looks really fit her dress. It looks like a large Barbie, a golden hair is rolled into three large spirals scattered behind it. In the back, she held a long knife with a sheath that was almost as tall as her body, and her body smelled a little strange.

"Head Lord." Seeing people coming, Wushangfang Zhaoqing whispered softly.

"Your name." Ito Cheng asked in a language of words.

"Yuan Jiulan Yijing." Although it is an S-class fighter, but in the case of Ito, the spiritual repair is still not enough to see, so there is no accident, under the influence of the spirit, the girl involuntarily put her own The name is said.

"Come on, don't leave." Ito Cheng whispered.

The words fell, and I did not see what Ito had done. The body of the source of the Jiujilang Yijing, which was still walking at a constant speed, immediately began to show up. The face of Jiao’s face began to appear a blue vein, making her look awkward.

Then, the source of the Jiulang Yijing seems to be under the pressure of the giant force, the knees began to bend, and then the "squeaky" slammed down on the ground, slamming the ground around her kneecap to a small crack.

Only then, the disaster of the source Jiulang Yijing is still not over. I saw her upper body began to lean forward, hands supported on the ground, like an animal squatting down.

"Knocking, smashing..." A circular cracking depression appeared in the body of the Jiujilang Yijing, and she was widened in the center.

"How many people do you have?" Ito turned to look at the source of the Jiujilang Yijing and turned to look at Wuqingfang Zhaoqing.

"Oh." Zhaoqing, a Wushangfang that touched Ito’s indifferent eyes, swallowed a slobber.

No way, after all, whoever kills himself before he sees it, can’t afford a head of resistance. When another person doesn’t move, it’s like a dog. Can't speak.

Of course, at this time, it is not only the Zhaoqingfang Zhaoqing who is the attacker, but also the Nanyang Fighters and Jia Wei who have all these incomes. And I believe that after this night, I was giving them eight hundred courage, and I couldn’t afford to fight against Ito’s mind.

"Say." Ito became a frown and shouted.

"At present, only the Yamato College and our Shancheng College are in the process. Among them, there are three from the Yamato College. The head of the Yamato College and the convener of the crusade, the S-class fighters, and the A-class fighter, Liu Sheng San Yan, the special A-class fighter. Baodiyuan, as far as we are, Shancheng College has only the head and me." Wuzangfang Zhaoqing whispered.

Ito Seng heard the eyes of the suppressed Jiujilang Yijing, one hand and one stretch, the latter immediately seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, flew from the ground, flew to the front of Ito, and was imprisoned. The whole body can't move.

Then, Ito became an arm forward, pressed on the head of the source Jiujilang Yijing, and launched his ability to penetrate his powerful mental power into the other's mind.

Then it took more than two minutes, and Ito, who had returned to the darkness of his eyes, took back his arm.

"Adult." The next second, the source of the return of the source of Jiujilang Yijing immediately shorted down on the knees in the void, bowed and bowed.

"Contact the singer, ask her to meet tomorrow." Ito Cheng whispered.

"Yes." Yuan Jiulang Yijing promised without hesitation.

"As for you, you should stay in Nanyang first, instead of those who are injured by you, you can have a job. You can have an opinion." Ito turned and looked at Wushangfang Zhaoqing.

"No." Musashifang Zhaoqing has a kind of learning on one knee and fell on the ground, bowing back and saluting.

Ito became nodded, then waved again, and a green brilliance visible to the naked eye instantly flew into the air, and then dispersed into a thin filament like raindrops falling from the sky, falling into the Nanyang school yard and those injured. The fighters.

With the integration of these green filaments, the bodies of the wounded fighters began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, it’s all gone." Ito Cheng whispered.

"Yes." They arrived and were injured earlier, but they recovered a lot of fighters under the green silk treatment.

Ito Cheng and the sinking geese, the round, and the Asian nights flashed and disappeared from the sky.

Although they left, the legends about them were spread to other fighters through the mouths of these fighters tonight, and invisibly increased the recognition of the fighters to the new monarch of Ito.

......

"What's the matter."

On the second day, on the bench of the prosperous Yokohama Chinatown, on a bench with a relatively small number of people, one wearing a white women's suit, but the shirt has no shirt, a pair of plump The chest naturally protruded, the skin was dark, and the face was filled with heroic and beautiful, and a beautiful woman with a long, light-haired hair was asked to look at the source of the song.

"You are humble?" But as the source of the source Jiujilang Yijing and answered for the opening, a strange male voice rang in her ear.

Hearing the sound of the sigh of relief, he turned his head and looked at the direction of the sound.

In an instant, wearing casual trousers, with a white casual shirt, clavicle and a small part of the chest muscles faintly visible, a single book into the pocket, face expressions like smiles and laughter, Ito Cheng appeared in her eyes.

"I didn't notice his breath." The humble heart is full of secrets.

"Who are you?" Although the heart was full of warnings, there was no trace of humility in his face, and he looked up and looked at it in a place, whispering.

"Ito Cheng, the king of Nanyang University." Ito Cheng slightly converged his expression and whispered.

"Yuan Jiulang, can you explain it?" The humble caller flashed a sullen look, and asked Yuan Jilang Yijing, who was next to him.

"Adult." Yuan Jiulang Yijing stood up and called to Yi Tengcheng.

"I did not expect that the source of the mountain city Jiu Lang is so unbearable, will recognize a king of the Kanto colleges and universities." Humble said with a sneer.

Although Ishio was able to use the spirit to print, but the thinking, meaning, character or something is still my source Jiujilang Yijing heard the heart of the anger, the body immediately broke out a strong murderous.

The same as the S-class fighters of Kansai University, the source of Jiu Jilang Yijing has the courage of the board! What's more, she is not a person now, there is a big man who is like a demon in her consciousness, and it is no good to give three humiliations.

In order not to let the surrounding pedestrians notice the strangeness here, Ito established an invisible enchantment barrier around it, which restrained the murderousness of the source Jiulang Yijing in this small piece.

"Your purpose." The humbly look at the source of the Jiujilang Yijing, just looking directly at the eyes of Ito Cheng.

"Submission, or, was surrendered." Ito Cheng whispered.

"Oh, let me see, what qualifications do you have for me to surrender!"

At the moment of the words, the humbly shot suddenly shot and launched an attack on Ito.

"I don't want to be self-sufficient." Ito Cheng snorted, and the powerful thoughts of the power immediately spread, and instantly oppressed the body of the smack that had just attacked him, and forced her to forcibly.