I have a passive skill.

It's pretty heavy!

"Although you keep saying it's not a threat, it sounds like a threat."

"Anyway, these words have caught people's ears..."

The storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I'm very upset, listen."

"But the truth, isn't it?" Lan Ling asked back.

"Yes."

The storyteller actually admitted it, and said with a smile: "You are very smart, at least among these few people, you should be the one with the most brains."

He put the letter in the void in front of him, took out a handkerchief from the ring to wipe the blood, and said: "I really don't want to kill people, but each one of them is very bad, so I have to do it. Do you understand?"

"can."

Lan Ling nodded and stretched out her hand, "Then send the person over first?" She pouted and gestured to the letter lying in the void.

"Boom!"

The storyteller kicked the person away with one kick.

"remember."

"People can give it back to you, but it's because they don't like killing people, it's not your threat that worked."

"Understand?"

Shou Ye received the letter and immediately took a mouthful of the elixir.

He clenched his fist tightly, but said nothing.

Rao Hei Ming, who didn't deal with Lan Ling at all, saw the letter being beaten before, and there was no disturbance in his heart. Hearing what the storyteller said this time, he couldn't help being aroused into a rage.

This is simply, too insignificant.

But, shot?

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the crowd.

Here, no one is a match for the man in the red dress.

Even if everyone unites, it may not be enough for others to pinch with one hand.

how to spell?

After wiping the blood, the storyteller threw the handkerchief away, looked around the crowd and said, "It's good for everyone to be quiet. People have said, don't kill people."

"As long as you don't make noise, nothing will happen."

"People came here not for you, but..."

"Wow—"

At this moment, a chirping sound came from behind.

The jihad black angel that was teleported away before has returned to attack, holding a sword with four swords, and is slashing at the storyteller closest to him.

"ah!"

The storyteller clenched his fists angrily and stomped his feet fiercely.

"Why do people always like to interrupt when they talk?"

He turned around furiously, staring angrily at the black sword energy attacking in front of him, and slashed across the sky with his hands slanted.

"Can you shut up?!"

A roar that was so high-pitched that it broke the sound sounded.

The black sword energy that hit the face was directly split into two.

The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted it again.

Like a moth to a flame, the jihad black angel directly sent his neck into the opponent's hand.

"laugh!"

Taking out a dagger from his bosom, the storyteller cut it suddenly, and a head was pushed high into the sky by a column of blood.

"Noisy, noisy, noisy!!!"

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Chapter 552 Three Gifts

"Dead, dead?"

The Black Angel of Jihad was stabbed with a dagger.

It has to be said that this really surprised everyone.

The transcendent ghost beast that has been entangled with the red clothes for so long, was immediately killed by the storyteller when it came out?

"How strong is this?"

The red clothes can fight fiercely with ghosts and beasts, but if the enemy they are facing is an existence that no matter how well they play, they cannot match it.

A deep sense of despair rose in the hearts of everyone.

How to fight this?

Completely unsolvable, okay?

Lan Ling can clearly see the faint gray color rising from all the faces in red, which is a sign that she can't raise any fighting spirit at all.

"Stay steady."

She immediately sent a message to everyone: "The storyteller is strong, but not so strong. Don't forget, this is his ancient book space."

"Everything he does is nothing more than using the power of space to deify himself, so that everyone puts down their arms and listens to his orders."

"Be timid before fighting, is this the attitude of Hong Yi?!"

Everyone woke up.

Yes.

This is true.

Although it is said that the vigil has changed the rules of the world into a dark tone, and won a little advantage.

However, this is only the geographical advantage in the space of ancient books.

No matter how it changes, in the final analysis, everyone is still in the space controlled by the storyteller.

It was like entering the realm of the enemy's throne.

The opponent looks strong.

But thinking about it from another angle, if everyone is in the realm of the night watch now, the night watch may not be unable to do all of this.

"Restrain your mind and don't mess up your mentality."

Lan Ling said heavily: "Put your position right, as long as you break through the space of ancient books, there will be a large array of Fengtian to help you, only one person guarding the night..."

She looked over to the vigil.

Vigil nodded silently.

"I can."

As soon as the three words fell, the flames of war rekindled in Hong Yi's eyes.

Yes.

The storyteller is certainly stronger.

But on my side, in addition to the letter of serious injury, there are Lan Ling, Hei Ming and Vigil, plus the "Sealing the Sky Array".

As long as you break through the space of ancient books, you may not be unable to take down the storyteller.

Hei Ming glanced at Vigil lightly.

He could see the old man's face was heavy.

can?

Ha ha.

If it was possible, with this guy's irritable personality, it was impossible for him to endure Xin's injury.

But at this moment, belief is extremely important.

Hei Ming would not be so stupid as to attack his own people.

The real way to break the situation is to blow up the ancient book space and contact the outside world.

The "Holy Slave" should have been dealt with by Bai Yi!

Isn't that so?

……

"What are you thinking about again?"

The storyteller looked at the many red-clothed people whose fighting spirit had revived, and said amusedly, "Useless struggle won't bring you much good results, just be obedient and be patient."

"People have said that they don't like killing people."

"Come here this time, the picture is just..."

Stretching out his hand, the storyteller snatched the black sword from the hand of the headless figure passing by just as the ghostly aura dissipated.

"There are four swords, that's all."

Boom!

Bang!

The head and body of the Black Angel of Jihad hit the ground one after another, splashing dust all over the place.

Yu Zhiwen Xingtong shuddered violently.

The holy war black angel, shrouded in ghost mist from beginning to end, did not reveal his true face until his death.

But why did the face of the head that fell to the ground look so familiar?

"Cheng Xingchu?"

With a sudden twitch in his heart, Yu Zhiwen couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

Cheng Xingchu, could it be a ghost?

"You know?" Lan Ling noticed Yu Zhiwen's mood swings, and asked with a tilted head.

Yu Zhiwen still couldn't believe it, but he still explained: "The branch of the Holy God Hall in Dongtianwang City, a member of the Cheng family, Cheng Xingchu."

Lan Ling frowned.

After a while of silence, he sighed softly.

"Used."

After saying that, she immediately came to her senses.

In the battle situation, apart from the terrifying existence of the storyteller, there should be one last character who has never appeared.

Ling Nian immediately took up the vigil, and Lan Ling asked: "How was the previous situation? The man from'Xuyue Gray Palace'..."

"coming."

Vigil looked down.

At the same time, the void suddenly shook.

Even when he got the storyteller with four swords, he couldn't help bowing his head.

On the side of the ground where Cheng Xingchu's head rolled down, a smooth arm suddenly stretched out from the crack in the void and grabbed the head directly.

In the next second, the caramel figure walked out of the crack.

The gray robe is torn, and the purple chain is no longer there.

Even the hair band was interrupted, and his hair was disheveled, as if he had encountered a big battle in the shattered flow of space.