My wife is the reborn boss

Not to mention the two people with different minds, Wick and Jordan stood tens of feet apart.

Wick clenched his fists with Wu Qiong's "Years" in his hands.

The two looked at each other and remained silent, but the momentum on their bodies was rising steadily, and the grass under their feet couldn't bear the pressure and sank a few inches.

And between the two of them, on Wick's side, the grassland seemed to be divided by someone, forming a one-foot-wide trace on the ground with no end in sight.

It is like a moat, separating the two at the ends of yin and yang.

bang...

The sky exploded at this moment.

Dou Dayudrops first dropped a few drops as if testing.

Then it poured down, as if to add a new color to this battle.

It's late spring, close to early summer.

The thunderstorm on the grassland was violent, and the grass-covered land was muddy after a while.

The torrential rain drenched the whole body of the herdsmen, but they still kept silent. They tried their best to widen their eyes blurred by the wind and rain, and quietly watched the two gods whose clothes were not wet in the wind and rain.

The two Georges, who were also not exposed to any rain, also stared intently at the two people a little further away.

"So strong... I don't even have the courage to make a move..." Anthony clenched his fists and muttered.

George glanced at him slightly and was silent.

He feels the same way.

Wick suddenly said: "I can control the thunder and lightning, and the thunderstorm... is beneficial to me."

It's not a psychological tactic, it's just that as an upright martial idiot, he doesn't want to take advantage of the other party, so he tells his attributes in advance so that the other party can take precautions.

Wu Qiong smiled slightly: "Please."

This "please" also kicked off the battle.

Wick suddenly disappeared in place, and after a few breaths, the afterimage left in place slowly dissipated.

George and Anthony suddenly raised their heads, their pupils shrinking slightly.

They found the figure in mid-air.

Wick hung his left hand above his head, and then swung down suddenly!

Roar! ! !

A blue and white tiger with a size of several tens of feet was shining with dazzling light and rushed down brazenly!

The dazzling light made the eyes of tens of thousands of people below close, including George and Anthony!

But Wu Qiong... was looking directly at the lightning tiger that was flying towards him.

Waiting for the blue and white animal shadow reflected in his eyes to grow bigger and bigger, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his slender and powerful hand held the hilt of "Years".

The long sword was not out of its sheath.

After that, time froze at this moment.

A horizontal thunderbolt in the sky.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky.

George and Anthony with slightly squinted eyes.

Wick was still waving.

The blue and white thunderbolt tiger that was about to pounce in front of it.

There are also those tens of thousands of iron cavalry from the Thunder tribe.

They all freeze at this moment.

The next moment, the rouge-colored long sword was unsheathed.

A man is a sword, and a sword is a man.

At this moment, Wu Qiong turned into a swordsman.

Chapter 3 Twelve This is my last wish

Thunderstorms in late spring and early summer come and go quickly.

After a short while, the rainstorm turned into drizzle like a middle-aged man with a prostate problem.

Wick withdrew his eyes looking up at the sky, and looked directly at the man in front of him who had put his sword back into its sheath: "Your sword...is very powerful."

By this time the rain had soaked his clothes.

"Thank you." Wu Qiong smiled, and also boasted commercially, "You also have great ideas about the use of lightning."

It's quite similar to a move in a comic.

"It's a pity that I still can't beat you." Wick sighed, "But seeing such a powerful sword, this wave is not a loss."

Strange to say, there was no bitterness of failure on his face, but joy from the heart.

"What other wish do you have? Maybe I can help you realize it." Wu Qiong said solemnly.

This is the first opponent worthy of a fight that he has encountered since he stepped into the "Taoism of Nature", and he is also a martial idiot who is dedicated to martial arts.

To be honest, he still has a feeling of sympathy with this Wick.

It's a pity that he is a member of the northern barbarians, and he is destined to be his enemy.

So I didn't hold back.

"I have only one wish." Wick looked at Wu Qiong with fixed eyes, "Durant, the God of the Warrior Tribe, I want to see him again to catch up on the old days."

Wu Qiong was startled, smiled and said: "Okay, I will send him to see you."

Hearing the answer he wanted, Wick smiled in relief, and his body turned into dust, which drifted around the Thunder Tribe with the wind, as if guarding the land he had worked so hard for ten years.

On the wind came his last voice:

"Thank you."