God of War: Supreme War King

Wu Jinyue stood in front of Shangguan Yuchen's line of sight. Her eyes wandered and secretly dissolved the suffocation feeling brought by her eyes. It was like static rather than static. The light of the hall was like smoke waves, all of which were melted into the eye waves.

Shangguan Yuchen's heart seemed to be pulled. Suddenly, he thought of the sword stabbing the shadow in the boundless life and death array, and the figure blocking his hand extending to the mask. He and the shadow opened the door at the same time.

He took a silent breath and held his fingers tightly into his palm. "You and I should have done it simply... At this point, the king can't let you go."

The cold line of sight suddenly turned into a sharp sword. Shangguan Yuchen finally shot, raised his sleeves with the hurricane, rolled up the broken table on one side, and rushed to the figure standing quietly.

Too close, quick as lightning and without warning, the hand seems to be with unreasonable anger. It is not so much the anger of disappointment at the clue as mixed with unwilling despair.

The broken things frantically cut several pieces of Wu Jinyue's Xuan brocade. When waves of strong wind hit again, Wu Jinyue hummed and finally showed a black gold and jade bone fan, which was like a strong shield, reflecting the candlelight in the hall, drawing several light circles, like painting around the black color, blooming countless bright colors.

With the power of incitement, Wu Jinyue quickly retreated to the door of the temple.

With a bang, the hall door closed tightly and was bounced back. He glanced along the crack of the door and startled Yan Wuzheng.

The crack of the door became wide, and Yan Wuzheng's vision through the crack of the door also widened.

The black figure is light in posture, and one foot falls on the hanging wall. You can see it from his line of sight, like it is adsorbed on the wall, just in a condescending state with his brother-in-law.

Shangguan Yuchen raised his eyebrows and leaned over, "with your skill and identity as king of Jin, I should have done so long ago. I could have done it quickly. I was indecisive in those years, but now I have tasted the bitter fruit. You have gathered your edge in front of me. It was to protect yourself, but it's a pity to be the last..."

His face looked much colder than at the beginning, but the murderous spirit in his eyes made Yan Wuzheng sweat.

I just want to beat you up... Thanks to the fact that the palace has really blocked the surroundings.

Now... Does the palace rush in first to stop them? Everything is easy to discuss. My sister is shocked.

My brother-in-law knows his skill. Naturally, this man is not simple. Yan Wuzheng's legs and feet are slightly soft. Before he can move, he sees that the black figure has been swept off the wall and stands in front of my brother-in-law.

"The words of the family are not complete. It's not all to protect yourself, but also to hurt the people who care." the folding fan in Wu Jinyue's hand has been closed.

Yan Wuzheng suddenly thought of someone's sentence "if he doesn't call me, how can I find my own sin?" yes, how can this person ask for trouble? It seems that there must be a move... But my brother-in-law doesn't seem to have a plan to give up.

Who cares?

Yan Wuzheng knows that this sentence has multiple weight for her brother-in-law at the moment, sister Huang.

Sure enough, the words of Wu Jinyue falling to the ground obviously delayed Shangguan Yuchen's action to prepare to take another shot.

"As early as in the magic medicine Valley, Wu sincerely accepted the arbitrary decisions of the family. If he dared to resist with arms..." Wu Jinyue presented the closed folding fan to Shangguan Yuchen with both hands, "How dare Wu hold such a sharp weapon again? From then on, this thing is subject to the disposal of the family. Without the fan that incites the wind and cloud and the weapon near the body, it is much easier for Wu to deal with it. The family is in a tight time. First do the urgent things, and then deal with the simple things. The family sees..."

Shangguan Yuchen brightened his eyes, took the fan and unfolded the fan

The simple brush style outlines the abrupt mountains and rocks. The bamboo is deeper than them. The bamboo pole is thin and thin, but not weak. The bamboo leaves are few and plump. There is no lack of lush and strong. One pole of bamboo is towering. Other bamboos look crisscross and complex, but in fact they are scattered.

Like in a flash, he melted all the haze in his heart.

Although this folding fan was born in the Jianghu, it was active in the open and secret struggle of the imperial power of the Tianchen royal family.

In such a short time, where the blood spirit grass is, begging is useless and force is impossible. Now what we want is a price, a chip that can make the Royal brother and sister-in-law willing to take the blood spirit grass without any hesitation.

"Are you ready to see the king?" the tone of Shangguan Yuchen was flat.

Yan Wuzheng took a swipe at the corners of his lips, which is OK? This fan is too divine.

Listen to Wu Jinyue's reply: "Wu was asked by the crown prince to see him, and of course it was prepared by the crown prince."

Yan Wuzheng has a hot face. You cheated me of my personal belongings. I want to get rid of your keepsake, but I'm definitely not so profound