I have a passive skill.

The eyeballs gurgled and rolled.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

——Why did you block me?

Lan Ling ignored the big man, because the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to have cooled down because of Xin's words.

Others don't know, but she knows it clearly.

The word "perverted" is an existence like an inverse scale to the seven in command of the "Holy Slave", it cannot be said at all!

really……

"What did you say just now?"

The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched, his brows were even squeezed because he couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes became big and small, "Pervert, pervert?"

He scratched his head forward.

"call out!"

Before everyone had time to react, they only felt a distortion in the void.

God again.

The letter has been caught by the storyteller.

"No!" Lan Ling shouted.

late.

There was a snort.

Two fingers poked, and blood spattered.

Xin's throat was pierced directly, and when the storyteller withdrew his hands again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his two fingers.

"puff!"

Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, and the hole in his throat was broken, and blood flowed out.

He wants to resist.

But even if he tried his best to muster up the spirit energy all over his body, he couldn't even make it to the trace of the tender hands on his neck.

My veins swelled violently.

But all the auras in his body were sealed.

Even the Dao of Heaven in the whole body was completely cut off by the storyteller.

Obviously the partner in red is not far above his head.

But at this time, Xin only felt that there was no help between heaven and earth!

All the resistance he could do was to force his injuries to worsen and the blood to spurt out from his throat faster.

For storytellers, it makes no sense!

"This guy……"

Xin's heart suddenly picked up.

Pain meant nothing to him.

But with just this move, he knew it.

The strength of these two parties is not at the same level at all.

Complete abuse!

As long as the storyteller thinks.

On the side in red, no one can stop him.

This is an existence that belongs to the level of Wuyue Sword Immortal and can only be captured!

"Adam's apple..."

The storyteller played with the small bones in his hand and knocked his own with the back of his hand.

not at all.

Smiling, he pressed the small bone into Xin's throat, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, there will be no next time."

"puff!"

Xin was pressed by this second injury, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

He felt that his "Golden Profound Spiritual Body" was like a decoration in front of the man in the red skirt.

The other party didn't even need to use Lingyuan.

It just blocked everything with the way of heaven.

A random blow can cause fatal damage to oneself.

And it wasn't until this moment that the people in red above their heads were released from their imprisonment again.

"letter!"

Vigil's face immediately darkened.

In front of many red clothes, the letter was taken down immediately.

This is not just a matter of face, the other party is so provocative, it is simply unbearable!

"Night, swallow the sky!"

Almost at the moment when the fury and killing intent exploded, the sky was immediately engulfed by darkness.

"Oh, is that you?"

As soon as this familiar power appeared, the storyteller couldn't help casting his gaze over it.

Vigil didn't even dare to hide even half of his strength, so taking action was the trump card.

Not only did he use the power of darkness to change the rules of heaven and earth in the first place, but he also began to radiate righteousness from his whole body.

"Little old man..."

The storyteller's palm tightened, and Xin's throat was deformed.

"Ahem...poof."

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The storyteller had a murderous intent in his eyes.

Not long ago, the anger of an incarnation outside his body was inexplicably scattered in his heart.

The storyteller, who hadn't planned to explode at this moment, saw that Vigil still made a move, and couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised his hand.

"and many more!"

Lan Ling yelled at the right time.

She immediately dodged to the side of Vigil, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax, let me do it."

The vigil looked sideways, full of eyes, and remained silent.

"Believe me."

Lan Ling nodded very seriously.

Only then did Shou Ye suppress the impulse in his heart, and regained his awe-inspiring righteousness.

But the darkness above the sky is still invading, directly regaining control of the battlefield.

In the situation where the strength is weaker than the opponent, if even the geographical advantage is controlled, then the red clothes can't fight at all, and can only be slaughtered.

"Little girl..."

The storyteller made a smiling face again, "You are so confident."

"Storyteller, you don't want to kill people, do you?" Lan Ling looked over.

"Oh?"

The storyteller frowned, "Are you trying to provoke me? Do you have a grudge against him?"

He read the letter back and pressed his palm hard.

"Crackling..."

The bone cracking sound instantly exploded from everywhere in Shin's body.

In just an instant, Xin was drenched in blood and turned into a bloody man.

Under the infusion of the storyteller's spiritual energy, his physical body could not bear it at all, and even his internal organs were shaken apart.

The bones of the body were almost smashed to pieces.

"you!"

Shou Ye narrowed his eyes and wanted to make a move.

Lan Ling held him down, looked at the storyteller, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me back the man, whatever you want, whatever you want."

"This……"

Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.

"Shut up and let me do it!"

Lan Ling couldn't help scolding.

This time, Vigil finally took a step back and returned the dominance to Lan Ling.

"Yo, it's so majestic!"

The storyteller said with a sneer: "But the prestige is certainly a bit prestige, what qualifications do you have to ask someone from others?"

He tightened his hand again, and the already dying letter withered away.

This time, he couldn't even keep the Lingtai Qingming, and passed out on the spot.

"hiss."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The red-clothed people standing at the back didn't even dare to move.

They all know that "Holy Slave" is a strong storyteller.

But in the past, being strong towards this person was only a conceptual thing.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, this...

No one can stop it!

Even the letter, in the hands of the storyteller, is like a giant baby, let him handle it?

"Is this gone?"

The storyteller looked at the big man who had passed out completely, and couldn't help wrinkling Qiong's nose, "I can't help but play."

Lan Ling reached out and suppressed the angry people behind him, and said slowly: "I know you won't kill people, at least, you don't want to kill Hong Yi."

"You know, it's not good for you at all."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes immediately: "Are you threatening someone again?"

He tightened his hand again.

Lan Ling hurriedly took a step forward, "Wait!"

"Ok?"

"It's not a threat. Your opponent, not Red Clothes, killed someone here. After going out, not to mention you, including all of you 'Holy Slaves', are very dangerous."

She paused, and then added: "This sentence is not a threat, I'm just stating a fact."

The storyteller let go of his hand, and weighed the big man in his hand forward a few times.