Chapter 1228

"Oh, that's too bad. In my heyday, I can't deal with it when I'm out here." Magic Teng a listen to this words secretly cry bad. His power is not in its heyday now. Although he is an ancient god of war, he is also a Warcraft. If Warcraft enters into a contract with the protoss, he will lose 30% of his Tao. If he is out of here, there is still room for the three people to fight. Now there is no spiritual power. What a fart! Mortal against him in his heyday is to die!

"In any case, we must guard the stick of the light and kill the immortals, so that they are not in danger." North Chen Mo Xuan bit the lower lip and said firmly, "star son is still inside, this time it must be good to protect her!"

"Guard, guard, fart!" Magic Teng immediately blew his hair when he heard this, and said angrily, "we don't have spiritual power now. We can't even reach one round with that Warcraft, and we will become his ghost under the knife!"

"You don't want to run away, do you?" Qing Yan didn't say much. He squinted at magic Teng and asked sarcastically.

"Run away!" As soon as he heard that he was classified as a coward, Mo Teng stopped doing it again and yelled, "this is the assassin star array. Where can I escape?"!? Besides, the star is still in it. How can I escape? "

"Why are you talking about this useless thing here? Don't think of a way soon!" Qing Yan white magic Teng one eye, the tone is not good to say, "a big man this difficulty is flustered, really doubt you are not a man."

"Warcraft has always been male and female. If you think I'm not good enough to be a man, I can be a woman now." Magic Teng did not care about Qing Yan's ridicule. He threw a wink and said with a chuckle.

Qing Yan looked at him scornfully and said with a sneer, "I really didn't expect that the ancient devil was such a coward."

"I can't say that. Although I'm not afraid of anything before, I've already felt the beauty of being alive since I signed the contract with xing'er, and I began to worry about it." Magic Teng shook his head. He didn't know where he came from. Shaking the fan, he looked like an elegant young master. He said with a smile, "what's more, I've never done anything like this."

"Then you'd better find a place to hide, and the sword will be merciless for a while, so as to save your life!" Qing Yan fiercely white magic Teng one eye, bite teeth, maliciously said. Then he took out the burning sun sword that he had been carrying all the time, and the tip of the sword reached the front door of the magic Teng.

A burning heat came to his face, and magic Teng, who had no spiritual power to protect his body, immediately began to sweat. It was not only because of the heat, but also because of the oppressive power of the burning sun sword that he was a mortal.

"Don't be so serious. It's impolite to point a sword at someone." He has never been pointed at by a sword. As an ancient god of war, Mo Teng's self-esteem has been severely challenged. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised the folding fan in his hand to beat the flaming sun sword. His voice was a little cold and said, "if I advance blindly, I will only fall all over my body, but I have no habit of self abuse."

"Ice soul silver fan?" Qing Yan was slightly stunned for a moment. Looking at the unimportant fan in Mo Teng's hand, she asked in surprise, "the ice soul silver fan is the sacred thing of Nuwa people. Murong Xinger even gave it to you?"

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