God judges want to die every day

Under the reflection of the sun, the white glow from the dagger pierced the heart of the old man who had no defense against him without the slightest hesitation, his movements were vicious, and there was a hint of joy in his expression, as if the person in front of him was not him A friend who should have been, but an enemy who can't wait to get rid of.

Laughing at himself in his heart, his eyes have become sharp recently, Xiao Lin stretched out his right hand and immediately flashed in front of Weitzman.

Xiaohuwan connected with him, turned into a beam of light and was held in his hand.

When knives collided with knives, Xiaohuwan was naturally better.

The dagger in Weitzman's hand was thrown flying in an instant. Kobayashi still remembered that there would no longer be superpowers after today, so he didn't give this body any more ruthless hands. He used the back of the knife to stun Weitzman who was still about to attack.

A figure suddenly flashed in from the outside, and the target was the Dresden stone plate placed in the middle.

Xiao Lin turned around to stop him, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, his brain immediately issued an early warning, his body followed the brain's movements and avoided, a white streamer was chasing and rushing towards him.

His good eyesight allowed him to see at a glance that Liu Guang was actually a figure, especially the fox-shaped mask, which looked more familiar.

That superpower, he actually didn't die.

With a knife in both hands, Kobayashi stood quietly, waiting for the fox mask to rush over.

The moment he was about to touch him, Xiaohuwan's blade was covered with a layer of smoke. The wispy smoke seemed to have no attack power at all, but the moment the fox mask came over, it directly slashed Split into two halves and spread out in the air.

After easily getting rid of the troubles blocking his actions, Xiao Lin didn't put his sword back into its sheath yet, but turned to look at the already chaotic battlefield.

While he was not paying attention, a streak of light quietly flew into Xiaohuwan's body.

I didn't expect that it was just a light introduction, but it really attracted so many wolves hiding in the dark.

This is probably really a very rare scene, or in other words, it has been rare since the king.

Just above the nine heavens, there were actually five swords of Damocles hanging high. Their swords were of different colors, but all of them showed very powerful power. Under their rendering, the blue sky It also seems that there are clusters of paints that are rendered and combined into different colors.

Faintly, the five swords of Damocles were divided into different combinations, and the three belonging to their side were fighting against the gray and green swords of Damocles on the invader's side.

I didn't expect that there would be two kings on the opposite side.

Is this the reason why the King of Gold has been afraid of the opponent and has not done anything?

The one who is manipulating the gray sword of Damocles is probably the Gray King. He is a middle-aged man. Compared with young people, his age makes him a bit more mature and skillful in manipulating power. Ability to juggle helping another companion take on the King of Gold in such a busy situation.

As for the other party who is in the dominant position, it's just a weak young man, of course, it's just a look.

Although the King of Gold is known as the second king, in fact, his strength can be ranked first.

Whether it is within the clan or in its own strength.

It's just that he didn't expect that this young man could fight him to such an extent that he wouldn't lose the wind.

The king of green is more flow than water.

The long sword with blue light above his head proved his identity.

His eyes fell on the figure of the young man sitting in the wheelchair, and Xiao Lin also understood why the other party communicated with him through the green parrot at that time.

Was it because of mobility issues?

The current situation is fairly clear.

The strength of the two opponents is very strong, but the situation here is not too weak.

As long as Xiao Lin joins in, then their side will definitely win.

Weitzman's body was still in a coma. Without him, the previous plan to destroy the stone plate did not know where it had progressed.

Xiao Lin looked at the stone plate standing there, not knowing what to do.

Could it be that it was really installed directly to destroy him?

Suddenly, Xiaobai's figure broke into Xiaolin's sight.

In the chaotic fighting state, Xiao Bai, who was unarmed and without the slightest attack power, was like a white-haired fox, hiding here and there, avoiding the attacks from both sides that would hit him from time to time.

Looking at it this way, his movements are quite dexterous, like a cat.

It doesn't look like there is no combat awareness and skills at all.

The king can resist for the time being, Xiao Lin immediately flashed to the side of the sneaky Xiao Bai, and stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

Xiaobai was taken aback. He seemed to be entangled in something, and his face was almost wrinkled into a bitter gourd. Finally, he glanced at Guochang Lu Dajue who was standing in the front to resist the attack, and pointed at Weitzman unconscious on the ground. The past figure hesitated and said, "I always feel that this body is quite familiar."

No way?

"You said this might be your body?" Xiao Lin wanted to hold his arm, but soon, he shrank back after remembering his physique, and looked at Xiao Bai with piercing eyes.

"It's just a guess." Xiaobai was also a little uncertain.

"Apart from familiarity, do you have any other feelings?" It shouldn't just be familiar with this situation.

"That, does it count?" Xiaobai's finger pointed towards the sword of Damocles flying in the sky. Under Xiaolin's bright eyes, the power above his head also changed. The white sword of Damocles It unfolded its face from the sky, and the hilt inlaid with gemstones of various colors shone brightly, instantly attracting the attention of the people fighting over there.

"Wizman, King of Silver." Bishui Liu looked at the sword of Damocles in the sky with interest, and revealed his identity. He tapped his hand on the armrest, and then smiled contemptuously, "Even You are the number one king, but you, who are not considered a combat player, have no ability to disrupt the normal battle situation."

He once again invited someone who could be a teammate to himself: "It's me, I have the same goal as you, how about it, are you interested in creating a new world with me?"

Xiao Lin needed the help of the Silver King, so he also asked: "Then let me ask you, do you want to destroy the Dresden Stone Plate?"

The same problem was like two boulders on Weitzman's head, with heavy pressure and responsibility.

Being thrown such a big question in an instant, Xiaobai couldn't help showing a wry smile, it was too forced.

Is there really nothing wrong with throwing the question at a person who has lost his memory?

"Promise me." The green on Bishuiliu's black hair gradually deepened, he climbed up from the abyss of death, persisted until now with the desire to change society, and insisted on his goal, "The loser will To change your original desire."

He still has some expectations for the King of Silver, he only hopes that he will not be a cowardly and incompetent king.

He was extremely confident, and Xiao Bai couldn't help but fly through some pictures in his mind, like

The author has something to say: old movies, unfolding his memories little by little.Taking a deep breath, Xiaobai gave his answer.