Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

"Hey." Among them, the man's face was a little complacent, and his pale face made his lips more red - it was the prince of the demon clan who had been injured by him before.

"Why," he said with a bad smile, "do you think you can beat four hands with two fists?"

Without waiting for Liu Qingjun to answer, he covered his stomach with a smile of his own. Suddenly, he gathered all his smiles again: "I hate your unprepared appearance."

"Coincidentally," Liu Qingjun finally lifted his eyes lightly, and his beautiful narrow eyes were full of disdain, "I also hate your affectation."

"Hum." "Rob to decide cold voice to all sides of people command a way:" kill him

The people of the demon clan naturally follow the orders, and even some people of the aristocratic family are involved. With more and more people, those who are still wavering in situ also gradually show greedy eyes and lock on Liu Qingjun.

About a hundred people surrounded the blue shirt.

Liu Qingjun raised his mouth and made a slight mockery in his heart. It turns out that so many people are looking forward to his death.

When the sword came out of its sheath, the clear sound of sword chanting cut through the sky. Liu Qingjun waved his sword and stood up: "come on."

The sound of war is on the verge of breaking out. The colorful streamer of Zhenyuan is scattered everywhere. A green shirt is flowing in the crowd, and there is no confusion.

The robber decided to look at not far away and frown more and more tightly: "it's useless!"

He raised his hand to conjure up a weapon, the broken bow.

The broken sky bow is an artifact of the demon family, and it will hit when it comes out of the bow.

Pull a perfect arc of the bow string, take out an arrow and point the sharp blade at Liu Qingjun.

"Whew --" the arrow broke through the air, and the robber released his hand.

The dark arrow moves like a poisonous snake, tearing the air. "Chi -" penetrated the flesh and blood.

Blood splashed, Liu Qingjun frown, figure meal.

The wrist turns lightly, the long sword turns flexibly, and the sword body makes a scream.

He stood alone, his green clothes swaggering, dotted with red at the front of his clothes, showing a bit of monstrosity. That pair of qinglingling eyes, looking around all the people around him.

With a slight hook on the corner of his lips, Liu Qingjun reached out and pulled off the feather arrow penetrating his shoulder blade. The red blood splashed on his eyebrows and trickled down his cheek, like the demons in hell, scanning the mortals with sarcasm.

They were shocked by his momentum, but they did not dare to move forward. Robber Jue angrily scolded: "you rubbish, I'm afraid he will do anything! He's just at the end of his rope! "

Liu Qingjun raised his head along with the voice, his narrow eyes slightly astringed and sneered.

"The sword in his hand must be a magic weapon! We didn't get to the seventh floor of Tongtian tower. Maybe he did. Don't you want any treasures! " The more angry he was, the more calm his voice was.

All the people were moved by him, and then they looked at Liu Qingjun with endless temptation and greed.

"The disciple of Xuanji sect, who was with him before, might have hidden a huge treasure. That's much easier to deal with than this boy. Who would like to catch the Xuanji sect disciple with me later? "

Like a hungry tiger, Liu Qingjun was once again wrapped tightly.

One after another, Liu Qingjun's eyebrows were deeply locked by petitions. His thin body suddenly gave birth to great strength and broke the confinement of his whole body with one sword.

His face was very white and his voice was very cold

The crowd trembled. In fact, they could see that anyone here could not beat Liu Qingjun alone, but as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands. So they took the worst, most shameless, and most useful way - together.