No one dares to stop the masters of the world who are blocking the tombstone.

There were also experts who wanted to take advantage of the emptiness behind Zhang Lan and attacked her, but the three figures had just started and saw the sword shadow seven points, like a sword lotus blooming.

Most of the people present didn't even see how the mountain ghost drew his sword.

I saw three flying figures, evenly chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and smashed to the ground.

The smell of blood soared into the sky, and the mountain ghost's eyes were cold. He swept for a week and didn't even look at these evil bastards who threatened his brothers. He took a sword and took a few steps back and protected Zhang Lan's back.

Chen Qiu, who was covered in hair, ignored the people around him and the various gazes coming from behind him.

Zhao Lian's shouting, Huang Wusan's scolding, Mustard Monk's dissuasion, and Lin Huiyin's concerns.

All the sounds that sounded around him were filtered out at this moment.

Chen Qiu's heart was very calm.

It's incredible peace.

He threw Zhao Biao, whose neck was frozen, in front of Ren Hao's tombstone, and waved it casually. Xiao Tie raised his hand behind him and was thrown at Chen Qiu.

"Clang"

The wooden box fell to the ground and was shattered by Chen Qiu's palm.

The wood chips flew across the board, and the things hidden in the box were exposed to everyone's eyes.

Weapon!

All weapons!

Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix, and the glass is gone at night.

There are also the Seven Star Shaking Light and the Greedy Wolf Sword in the knife magazine.

Chen Qiu hooked his fingers, and the black fan spun into his hand, and he handed it to Zhang Lan, who didn't dare to answer.

This poison fan is also a spiritual thing.

If you do not agree, you will be poisoned by all poisons and die miserably.

"Don't be afraid."

Chen Qiu said warmly:

"I agreed to it, don't open the fan, it's okay."

"I'm going to give it to me?"

Zhang Lan grabbed the pursuit of life and waved it. He looked back at Chen Qiu with a look of surprise. He said:

"Why are you so generous today?"

"You have been following us for so long, just treat it as a benefit. Take it. Chen doesn't need such a masturbating weapon."

Chen Qiu replied.

"Brother is so generous."

Zhang Lan laughed and put the bandaged little white cat in his other hand in his clothes in his chest, reaching out to hold the black fan handed by Chen Qiu, Night Glazed Glass.

Chen Qiu carried the knife magazine behind him and grabbed the birds and spears of the phoenix with his hand with the help of heaven and impermanence.

The snow-blade blade hit Zhao Biao's neck and shattered the ice chips.

The murderous aura surged, making Zhao Biao dare not move.

King Huainan also has martial arts skills, but how could he be an opponent of a master like Chen Qiu?

"Do you know why I want to kill you today?"

Chen Qiu looked at Ren Hao's tombstone and asked.

Zhao Biao gritted his teeth and said:

"You're already crazy!

If you dare to kill me, you will have no place to gain a foothold in this southern world!

Chen Qiu, it’s okay if you want to die yourself, don’t you think about your brothers and family?”

"Brother, did you hear it?"

Chen Qiu chuckled and said to the mountain ghost behind him:

"This dog is threatening us. Are you afraid?"

"Why be afraid?"

The mountain ghost said coldly:

"Can the army under his command kill me?"

"What my brother said is, Zhang Lan, are you afraid?"

Chen Qiu asked Zhang Lan again, who held the chase after life in one hand and the black fan in the other. There was a kitten on his chest meowing. He shook his hair very casually and said to Chen Qiu:

"Looking at how I am now, do you think I am afraid?

This righteous knight is really boring. I have been impatient for a long time."

"No need to ask about moving mountains."

Chen Qiu said:

"He was reborn from the fire and was no longer afraid in his heart. He was willing to follow me to the ends of the world."

He lowered his head and looked at Zhao Biao's eyes, and he said:

"Look, King Huainan, we brothers are not afraid."

"You! You have your wife and family!"

Zhao Biao shouted:

"You can protect them!"

"You can protect me, it won't take the prince's worries."

Chen Qiu's tone was extremely cold.

"Chen Qiu! Don't!"

The next moment, with several screams of exclamation, the sharp gun blade was raised and blood splashed out.

The blood of blood flew up and sprinkled on the tombstone.

It's like red paint, making people's eyes dizzy.

Zhao Biao covered his neck, his eyes were spinning in front of him, and blood overflowed from his fingers. The torn wound was like water that opened the gate and could not be blocked at all.

The King of Huainan is about to die.

He never thought that things today would develop to this extent.

He never thought that Chen Qiu, as a righteous hero, would do such a crazy move in full view of everyone.

He never thought that he would die here in his life.

Zhao Biao's eyes were complicated and unspeakable.

He saw Chen Qiu squatting down and stretched out his hand to lift his hair. His blood was surging, Chen Qiu said:

"I'm very surprised, right? You said I am a righteous hero, how could I do such a thing?

You dare to come today, probably because you are sure that I am the same as them, cherishing my feathers and being the successor of Uncle Ren’s robe and bowl. Even if you are forced to do so, you have to grit your teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

Wrong.

King Huainan, you were wrong.”

Zhao Biao looked at him, and there was no trace of madness from the look in front of him. He was not crazy, but...

"Be a wise ghost."

Chen Qiu wiped the blood of the gun blade and said:

"I killed you today not because of your little tricks. I already know that the tactics of your hundreds of war army were given to you by the Penglai people. They want to treat you as a chess piece placed in the Southern Dynasty.

You said that Zhao Biao lived a prosperous life, so why did you have to go up and be a dog for Penglai?

But now, it's too late to regret.

Your head is the battle letter from Chen to the group of thousand-year-old ghosts. Chen will fight them to the end! Don’t be afraid, Prince Zhao, you won’t be lonely after you go to the underworld.

Don’t you like to seek immortality and ask questions?

Chen will send you many "Daoist friends" to you so that you can have a happy life.

Oh, no, wrong.”

Chen Qiu stood up, and he looked at Zhao Biao, who was dying in a cold manner. He raised his foot and said:

"You can't even go to Huangquan after you die."
To be continued...