The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Sweat dripped down his chin to the ground. Ermao's face was as red as a full moon and sweat was pouring down his cheeks. However, he did not even bother to wipe the sweat off his face. He just kept running wildly on the track.

The loose pants had drooped down to his buttocks during the run. Ermao struggled to pull his pants up while panting and shouting to the small hill in the south:

"Wen.....Wen'er!"

"Wen'er!"

“Boom….Boom.”

But even after shouting all the way, there was still no response from Wen'er.

The long sword, wrapped in aqua-blue light, splashed with a magnificent sword energy that filled the sky, sweeping across the sky. At the blade, a black iron block spun around, emitting a dark light, blocking the terrifying sword swung by the peerless master of the Source God Way in one fell swoop, eliminating its power invisibly.

With the second body of faith as the main force and the extraordinary master of the Golden Core Realm as the auxiliary, he led Lian Yi and the top group of strong men in the Snow Eel Shenqing tribe, walked out of the Clear Sky Mountains, and killed towards the surrounding major tribes.

The owner of this magical power is now galloping across the endless ice field, following the same breath as them.

Zhang Chu knew Hong Chengchou quite well, and he would not give up the attack on the Bao'an Army unless he was hurt.

After saying goodbye to Yu Xia, Han Ge called Lin Ziyou and He Ying, and the three of them left together, preparing to have lunch first and then catch the plane directly.

If ordinary people heard that the Blood Sea Marquis had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple, they would be ecstatic and bow down to him, hoping that the Blood Sea Marquis would accept them as a disciple. Even if it was just a nominal disciple who was not valued, they would instantly be above millions of people, enjoying countless envious glances and countless noble benefits.

However, in this fight, everyone could see that the gray-haired old man and the middle-aged man were almost at a disadvantage. Although they also had the cultivation level of the first level of the Divine Appearance Realm, if they really fought, they would naturally suffer a slight disadvantage. After all, the silver corpse had no sense of pain and only knew how to kill.

"Hehe, my friend, there is no big grudge between us. So, I don't want the Life and Death Fruit either. Let's end it peacefully, how about it?" The three-headed python's face twitched, and then he laughed dryly at Qin Mu.

Swoosh! Qin Mu's figure rushed out, and in a flash he appeared in front of Tang Yin. He bent his palm and grabbed the latter's crown. A burst of immortal fire burst out, and then everyone saw that a ball of light was directly sucked out of Tang Yin's head.

Hu Yi asked Hu Er to pour him a glass of water. You Lang's limbs had been shaking all along the way.

After Wang Jinghong left the Qianqing Palace, he closed the palace gate tightly, leaving only Zhu Yuanzhang and Qin Feng, the emperor and his minister, to chat late into the night.

Pei Qian sat by the window, eating a steamed bun as big as a bowl in his hand. He looked out the window at the teams of Qi soldiers walking through the street, blinking his bright eyes and asking.

When people were having a meeting, he would barge in and yell, "I want to be the leader of the Daxia Alliance," and then ask who was in favor and who was against.

The man looked around and finally sensed a breath of air at the place where the three people had just died. He was not afraid and rushed over directly.

I didn't expect that a freshman would actually be talking and laughing with the other party. Although the news about Xiao Chen had spread throughout the Imperial Capital College, there were still very few people who had seen him.

On the other side, Shen Ying had no idea that the hot sauce she gave as a token of gratitude would bring her customers. At this time, she was making hot sauce at home.

At this time, behind this venue, there are several large houses, which have been bought back by the White Tiger Hall and used as a temporary rest area.

Hiramiya Chiye naturally ignored this commission. The Eight-foot Mirror is one of the three sacred artifacts in Japanese mythology.

As he spoke, he threw the book in his hand back into the brocade box, and threw the jade tablet he had been holding on to casually as well.