In an instant, reverse and reverse.

Everyone's hearts were in a state of confusion, unable to reach the ground.

I don’t know who murmured such a question.

"Where did Er go?"

Gu Ren clenched the fists in his sleeves and suppressed the urge to run over to find the phantom. It was obvious that the phantom dressed up as the high priest of the Gongxi tribe was inextricably related to Shen Tang. Find Shen Tang.

Tang is equivalent to grabbing the clue.

He forced himself to sit back and answered casually: "Do you think Mr. Shen looks like a normal-minded person now? If his mind is like that of a child, it would be normal to count him countless times."

Everyone in the coalition: "..."

Does Mr. Shen really not know how to count?

Or are you deliberately teasing Jiang Ao?

Gu Ren stepped up his tone and asked, "What else?"

What bad intentions can a child have?

Wu Xian also let out a long sigh of relief.

If Jiang Ao's attack really fell, although he would not lose his life, the coalition forces would inevitably be disgraced and their morale would plummet. It would be even harder to win this battle. Shen Tang's appearance and serious injury were beyond his expectation, but even more unexpected.

What was unexpected was the astonishing performance that followed. At the same time, he also completely understood what Qin Li was afraid of - his brother Shen had become full-fledged!

Shen Tang doesn't care about the little thoughts of everyone in the coalition.

She and Jiang Ao played a game of catching ghosts on the battlefield.

Unilateral -

When he runs, she chases him, but he cannot fly without wings.

Hard to fly in every sense of the word.

Jiang Ao didn't know why Shen Tang changed like this, but he knew that the other party did have the ability to take his life at this time.

Previously, he had led a direct attack on the coalition camp, and due to the battle with Shen Tang and Shaochong, the consumption of his martial energy reserves reached 70 to 80%. Even though his strength reached this level, he would automatically absorb the energy of heaven and earth when he breathed, restoring his martial energy.

, but facing Shen Tang, who has inexplicably returned to prosperity, he is currently in a very dangerous situation.

Jiang Ao exerted all his strength, and a stream of light rushed toward him. Seeing that he was about to be safe, Shen Tang, who ran after him slowly, softly groaned in his mouth, and threw out the Mother Sword in his hand: "Stars all over the place!"

The criss-crossing text instantly encompasses half of the battlefield.

Looking down from the sky, this is a huge chessboard. There are quite a few literati and scribes participating in the war between the enemy and ourselves. The scope of each person's [starry chessboard] ranges from large to small, overlapping each other, but in terms of scale, none of them can compare with Shen Tang.

Compare.

"Jiang Ao, [I'm confused but I know I'm back]!"

A giant scroll made of condensed literary energy hung in mid-air and unfolded quickly in front of Jiang Ao. Jiang Ao's reaction was not unpleasant, but the inertia was too great, and a black and white vortex appeared on the scroll, sucking him in with a strong suction force.

in.

The last breath was swallowed up by the scroll.

In the next breath, he fell from mid-air and bumped into Shen Tang's eyes.

How innocent the young man's smile was, how amazing the sword energy he waved in his hand was. The target of the dozens of feet of arc sword energy was him!

Jiang Ao is indeed a brave warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles.

Even if he was caught off guard, he could still respond in time. Martial energy burst out all over his body. With the impact of sword energy, he used the skill of moving a thousand catties four or two to minimize the frontal damage. The center of gravity sank, like a thousand catties falling to the ground, and he did not look back.

run.

The result is naturally no different.

That scroll only targets Jiang Ao. No matter which direction he runs, he will always return to Shen Tang. It's like "a ghost hitting a wall".

Looking at Shen Tang's teasing eyes, Jiang Ao became determined!

"All armies help me!"

After the words fell, the nearest legion responded.

With Jiang Ao as the center, it is frantically absorbing the morale gathered above the legion's head, and its martial spirit is recovering at an alarming rate. Compared with independent recovery, this thing can be recharged faster. However, the disadvantages are also obvious. This battle has lost morale.

The military formation will become the weakest flaw on the battlefield. It is very easy for the enemy to seize the gap and then use it to break the surface and tear open the opening!

But, would Jiang Ao worry about this?

Of course not.

He didn't care at all whether these soldiers lived or died.

Compared with him, a sixteenth-level master, they were as humble as a piece of grass. If they could sacrifice themselves to help him, it would be an honor for them. The alchemy palace was filled again, and Jiang Ao felt that he was able to do it again, and he started to shake again. Shen

Tang Ze watched his performance quietly.

"I caught you."

"But it would be a pity to kill you like this."

She opened her naturally innocent apricot eyes.

"No one has ever played with Youli before. Youli is so boring. But you are different, Lao Wangbaike, so Youli likes you very much. Youli has decided -" She raised her hand and hooked her fingers, loving mother

The sword instantly flew to her hand, and she was able to withstand Jiang Ao's attack with ease, "Let's play some other games. I'll ask, and you answer. If you answer wrong or don't answer, you'll get a sword!"

This is the kind of treatment only her "friends" receive.

"The first question, Lao BaKe, please listen carefully——"

"What's the name of dad's dad?"

How could Jiang Ao answer Shen Tang's question?

Therefore, when the countdown for her answer ended, Shen Tang happily said: "If you answer the wrong answer, Lao Ba Ke will be punished!"

Jiang Ao thought that it would be okay to dodge or block the sword that Shen Tang said. Unexpectedly, when he dodged for a long time, a bloody flower suddenly appeared on his shoulder. There was an extremely narrow sword mark on the shoulder armor, and there was blood.

It flows out along the cracks.

"The answer to the first question is grandpa."

"Second question, Lao Wang Ba Ke, listen carefully——"

“Is Makabaka a boy or a girl?”

Jiang Ao had a cold expression on his face, and struck the ground with the heavy sword in his hand. The half-foot-wide sword energy was like a shark's dorsal fin, hitting Shen Tang, and the ground beneath his feet cracked on both sides. Shen Tang also swung his sword to fight back, and the two auras were equally matched.

The sword energy collided head-on in the middle.

Rumble——

The half-foot-wide crack in the ground expanded outward.

The result of the sword-qi wrestling was instantaneous. Shen Tang's sword-qi was superior after all, and he continued to kill Jiang Ao at an undiminished speed.

He gave up frontal resistance, spun around in the air to avoid the path of the sword energy, and killed Shen Tang, leaving the soldiers screaming behind him.

Shen Tang regretted: "The answer is wrong, the answer is male."

She raised her hand to palm Jiang Ao.

The air waves carried flying sand and rushed in all directions.

"The third question, Xianggu was hit by Chengzi on the road. Xianggu was so angry that Chengzi died, and Chengzi died. Why? This is also the last question. If you still can't answer it, just ask Chengzi.

Let’s keep company!”

Shen Tang gathered strength in his palm and blasted it away, sending it flying backwards and rolling around.

Where can Jiang Ao answer?

"Three! Two! One!"

Jiang Ao stabilized his body and was about to fight again. He was sweating and found that Shen Tang's "one" came from behind him. The blade of a scythe was hooked on his neck from behind, and the breath of death came from behind.

The blade surged into his brain.

Shen Tang's apricot eyes narrowed slightly and he decisively withdrew his strength.

The sickle cuts through the nail plate of the nail as easily as a knife cuts through tofu. When the nail is cut open, there is human skin radiating heat. When a column of blood spurts out from the scar as big as a bowl, a head falls to the ground and rolls several times.

But that head was not Jiang Ao's.

Shen Tang held the blood-stained scythe and turned to look in the direction of the enemy. She looked across the sea of ​​people and saw Jiang Ao, who was supposed to be beheaded by her, being supported by two soldiers. Dun Xiangliu, who was connected to Dou Sun.

There was a very long incision.

He was just a little short of losing his head.

There was also a middle-aged scribe standing next to Jiang Ao.

The latter also noticed Shen Tang's gaze and glanced over. Shen Tang smiled at him and made a beheading motion with the sickle.

The middle-aged scribe was indifferent to her threats.

Jiang Ao's self-esteem was greatly challenged.

Although he was rescued, the feeling of that moment was still firmly in his mind, as if the person standing behind him was not Shen Tang but Yan Luo. He raised his hand and touched his neck, and the obvious gap in his neck made him sweat.

, I was so scared.

He gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Shuzi!"

He actually allowed him to humiliate such a huge person and face. Thinking of the second half of the battle with Shen Tang, and the embarrassment he felt when he was left and right, strong hatred surged into his heart. His eyes were fierce and vicious, and this humiliation would require the opponent's head to be killed.

wash!
To be continued...