Ride and Cut

"What's going on Qiqiu?" Annie put one hand on her brow bone, frowning and looking up at the blue sky.

If you want to return from the new world to the other world, you must get permission from the Titan to pass. Recently, the exchange of personnel and materials between Gaoshan Fort and the Late Forest has become more frequent. In order to ensure smooth traffic, the little **** usually stays near the passage on the other side.

Anyway, its daily routine is inherently monotonous-eating food that is four or five times its own weight every day, and then falling asleep in a daze. This kind of life is no different.

But just now, Qiqiu suddenly got up, and the usual look of never waking up disappeared without a trace. Instead, his face was full of seriousness as if he was facing an enemy.

It suddenly turned into a black behemoth, raised its head and screamed, soaring to the sky and passing through the passage on the other side without a trace.

You must know that the little **** is a completely lazy person, don't talk about taking the initiative to transform, and even sleeping, don't even bother to turn over by yourself. Now this is uncharacteristic, fools know that there must be a problem.

"Did something happen to Richard's side!" Annie stamped her foot in a hurry.

"Don't panic, don't scare yourself." Bucklan said with a calm old face and assigned a Skal Dragoon who had just finished soaking the source blood. "You hurry up and follow one. Qiqiu's transformation time may last long."

Fortunately, not long after the little **** left, the unobstructed state of the passage on the other side could be maintained for a while.

"Yes!" The dragoon slanted his index finger and **** and bowed his eyebrows, driving the mount to gather its wings and start trotting forward.

With the exaggerated wingspan of the Fengshen pterosaur, it is impossible for Qiqiu to fly directly across the passageway on the other side. You have to walk through it first.

"I'm going too!" Annie suddenly kicked off the high heels that got in the way, and climbed barefoot down the ladder to the back of the dragon beast.

It just so happens that in order to bring recruit training and tactical considerations, many flying dragons are equipped with multi-person saddles. She looked familiar even if she hadn't used it personally, and used it without difficulty.

"Drive!" The half-elf yanked hard at the rope.

"Hey, don't mess around!" Bucklan looked dumbfounded, and slammed the ground with his cane.

The flying dragon had already taken Anne and the dragoons, and the passage on the other side was closed, and it was too late to say anything.

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Stuart's former monarch closed his eyes tightly facing Huahai, and tears kept streaming down his cheeks.

His obsessions, regrets, and pains that are nowhere to be placed, cannot be said, and no one understands, are like a bottle of extremely bitter wine, which will burn all the inner parts and burn the body in flames when entering the throat.

Richard passed a handkerchief to comfort him now that he is done, don't regret it anymore.

It must be admitted that Belluni's actions, thoughts and thoughts have a kind of crazy taste. But killing one person as a bandit, killing a million as a hero, his madness is undeniable, just as his genius cannot be concealed!

We must know that since the birth of the fighting spirit system for thousands of years, the ceiling has not moved at all, and it was once considered a dead end. That kind of difficulty must be particularly desperate, so that the genius swordsmen who have been like a crucian carp over the river for many years can all be in vain!

Want to break the south wall, want to be able to do what the predecessors could not, want to stand on the shoulders of giants to go further.

It certainly sounds wonderful to be the first person to be the unparalleled. But how amazing is that talent, ingenuity, talent, deep and heavy obsession, tenacity, will, and luck, chance, and coincidence.

Can you do all this?

You must know that even if there is a complete secret code placed in front of you, the sword saint will always be, and can only be, the privilege of the dragon and the phoenix among a handful of people, just like the magister nowadays.

What's more, Belluni has explored everything from scratch, which is comparable to the feat of building a high-rise building on the ground with bare hands.

Such a character can be judged simply by just one sentence of "good and evil".

Sometimes the so-called genius and pioneering work can be sent to the guillotine.

Then Richard was a little bit ignorant of his heart, and expressed the homesickness in his heart in an ambiguous tone. This secret was hidden in my heart for too long. As a normal person with sound mentality, he was really suffocated.

Although Belluni heard the words vaguely, he also roughly understood what was going on.

So this time he was replaced by him to comfort Richard. If you come, you will be at ease, and the people you care about must also hope you have a good life.

Belluni also agrees with the strength of the lord of Alpine Fortress. This kind of power is as bright as the sun overhead, and it is objective and obvious, and it must not be adulterated in the slightest.

Excellence often means loneliness. Therefore, among outstanding people, even if they have different positions, they still often have feelings of sympathy.

Two opponents who are about to start a life-and-death battle are like old friends who have not seen each other for many years. If this scene is seen by outsiders, it will definitely feel very strange.

But in fact, the person in the world who can understand you best is not necessarily your relatives or close friends, but often opponents.

"If we could not be fettered by the world, maybe we could have more to say."

"It's useless to say more, please." Richard floated backwards like a feather, pulling nearly a hundred yards away from each other.

Accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing, the sharp blade slowly came out of its sheath.

"The name of the sword is King Ren. When the ancestors were crowned, the skillful craftsman cast it with a mixture of fine gold and mithril, weighing eleven and a half pounds. The infusion is unimpeded, and the sword is sharp and difficult to handle." Nehru stretched his hand over the sword slowly, and the dark blue vindictiveness followed. It came out, making the surrounding area a few degrees lower in an instant.

Richard never expected that what he was cultivating was actually an ice type grudge.

You must know that fire and metal fighting spirits have obvious advantages in terms of power, and they are most sought after by the mainstream. When Dracula was still called Hendra, he was practicing metal, while Higuain was a pure fire.

In contrast, the ice system is the non-mainstream among the non-mainstream ~ www.readwn.com ~ is not to be seen at all.

"It sounds okay." The lord also pulled out his fellow and scratched his **** with the hilt of the sword. "My name is Zhanlong. I snatched it from a stupid woman. It weighs sixteen pounds."

"As a strong person, you should respect your weapons."

"The King of Nen Sword was held by the Mad King. This is also called respect?" Richard smiled proudly, his complexion turned into a solid and heavy iron ash, like a statue made of stainless steel.

In an instant, hundreds of yards away disappeared.

The two swords crossed each other, and the air wave cut the brilliant golden rapeseed into pieces like a blade, blowing air, and drifting across the sky. The last gleam of life in Allen's town will never escape the end of destruction!

In an instant, a torrential pear-like metal explosion exploded, and the attack of the two swords was so intense that only rustling shadows remained. There was a wave of air that was higher than a wave, and the paving slabs were lifted up like paper kites and then flew toward the sky, followed by the dark and fertile soil below.

This is like a confrontation between two swords, it is more like two passing tornadoes fighting for power to the death!