I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

In the world of fighting qi and magic, Zhao Fuchen officially began to practice fighting qi after his father taught him the family-passed divine sword Qingyanjian.

Afterwards, Zhao Fuchen's aunt came back from Fuyun Mountain in the Six Great Sacred Lands and told him about a great opportunity, the star battle once every 30 years was about to begin.

Zhao Fuchen first went to the city to see the appearance of the other world, and then he made friends with Deng Haojie from Tianxing City and another Luo Han who disguised himself as a man, and was targeted by another person because he was carrying the Qingyan Sword

"I decide to write, I decide to write... this wild wolf with fierce eyes..."

The passionate music sounded, and the wolf-like brilliance burst out from the eyes of Chen Haonan Xuying behind Yang Ming.

A skill of fighting with a knife suddenly appeared in his memory.

Faced with the big mouth and long tongue coming again, he moved his feet, quickly dodged to the side of the table, and stomped heavily.

"Whoa..."

At the same time that the table was broken, Yang Ming's figure had already jumped into the air, a wolf-like murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he slashed down heavily with the watermelon knife in his hand.

Blessed by mysterious energy and music, a layer of golden light bloomed from the watermelon knife, and a cold light bloomed from the edge of the watermelon knife. Chen Haonan's phantom behind Yang Ming in the era seemed to be swinging the knife too.

"puff…"

In an instant, the watermelon knife fell along with Yang Ming's figure like cutting a watermelon.

"Whoa!"

The big mouth, long tongue and tongue split into two at the same time as the head, and fell to the ground without even making a sound.

At this time, the cold atmosphere in the room dissipated, the lights were turned on again, and the computer screen flashed again, and there seemed to be no signs of fighting around.

There are only two black and smelly corpses that seem to have appeared before the proof room?

"The watermelon knife is really clean and neat! Also, the field carried by this monster is really powerful. Ordinary people have to run as far as they can run."

When the crisis was resolved, Yang Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and the phantom of Chen Haonan behind him had already disappeared.

There was a burst of dullness and weakness in the arm, and there was a burst of intense pain, and the hunger in the body was extremely high.

It seems to be the aftereffects of using the "spirit of instruments" to improve physical fitness and calling Chen Haonan's phantom.

"No, my head is so dizzy, I can't take it anymore..."

The eyes couldn't stop pulling down and began to close slowly.

Before he passed out, Yang Ming only saw the door of his house being opened by a young man with a bald head.

And that young man's expression was still very weird, with some kind of teacher from a certain country in Yang Ming's impression.

"I go…"

"Report to Team Zhang, the C-level target No. 13 has been resolved, and it was dealt with by a "young man" around, and it was completely broken."

The bald man walked into the house, seeing the big mouth that was split in two, his pupils shrank.

"Oh…"

Team Zhang on the other side of the phone was a little surprised, "He killed No. 13, ranked C-level, with a watermelon knife, and he didn't use an instrument that fits the soul of the instrument..."

Yang Ming, who was holding the watermelon knife, had sinister and greedy eyes.

"Without intelligence, relying on the memory of the devourer to act, and only a single attack method, judging from the information on the computer and the knowledge taught by the music academy, it should be a second-level monster..."

"Big mouth trick!"

"Since I caught you today, don't run away. If you want to eat me, let's see if you can eat my watermelon knife."

"call out!"

Dazui let out a low growl, his long tongue spit out violently, and said "咻" in the air, and quickly passed through Yang Mingdong in front of him.

"Boom..."

As soon as his eyes changed, Yang Ming quickly jumped to the side, and the sofa behind where he was originally was was directly penetrated by his tongue.

Unable to make a single blow, Dazuigui began to sweep his long tongue heavily, the sofa was directly smashed into pieces by the violent force, and the debris flew around.

Yang Ming narrowed his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.