"Other than that, don't you have anything else to say to me?"
What she wants is obvious and clear at a glance.
Zhang Yuanqing looked back at the cold and sexy chief prosecutor of the New York County Branch and sighed, "Why should I handle the love debt of the main body!"
After making a complaint, he smiled bitterly and said:
"Baby, I understand what you mean. I can swear that my feelings for you are as hot as the source of the sun. My previous unfeeling was not because I was cold-hearted, but because I had to do that because I loved you deeply.
So I don't want to hurt.
"Now that I have returned to normal, I no longer bear the contamination of the Holy Grail, and there is no obstacle between us. My love for you will continue until the world is destroyed."
Winnie Berendt remained indifferent on the surface and smiled coldly:
"Perhaps, the world will be destroyed tomorrow."
Zhang Yuanqing said plausibly: "So, I will do my best to save the world, not for righteousness or for my country, but just so that I can continue to love you."
Winnie Berendt was in a daze for a moment, and finally...she saw the Demon Lord again!
Although the Demon King has a gloomy and ruthless personality, he is also carefree, good at sweet talk, occasionally smiles evilly, and has a distinctive personality and charisma.
Winnie had also imagined what he would be like if he had not been contaminated by the Fallen Holy Grail!
Now he has the answer.
This is the state of her devil after getting rid of pollution.
She felt a sense of joy at regaining her old love. Although there was tenderness in her heart, she still maintained a cold attitude and said:
"Demon Lord, I'm tired of hearing your false words. If you want your Elvis speaker back, just give it to me. I don't care."
Winnie opened the desk drawer and threw the palm-sized black speaker over.
Zhang Yuanqing reached out to catch it. The clone had no inventory, so he put it into his pocket. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"Good sister, if the world is not destroyed, I will marry you in an eight-carat sedan chair."
The world is about to be destroyed, so why should he be serious anymore? He doesn't mind saying some touching love words and making random promises, at least the people listening will feel happier.
In Wei Ni's suddenly stunned expression, Zhang Yuanqing turned into starlight and disappeared.
A few minutes later, the clone Zhang Yuanqing appeared in an empty house in New York County with the doors and windows boarded up. He sat cross-legged by the window with sunlight leaking in, stared at the Elvis speaker in front of him, thought for a while, and said:
"I want to listen to all the audios I recorded myself after becoming a Saint."
…
Sheep holding array.
The King of Fear looked at Fu Qingyang and the King of Demonic Eyes standing side by side, and said with a smile:
"You two, one is my old subordinate, and the other is a junior in the training class back then. You are both acquaintances and have no grudges. Why don't you just live together peacefully in the dungeon and wait for the results."
Hearing this, Fu Qingyang's stern face relaxed, and the concentration and alertness in his eyes melted away.
The next second, his eyes rekindled the fighting spirit, and he summoned the Golden Dragon Sword without hesitation to clarify his ambition.
He was almost "bewitched" and lost his fighting spirit.
Fortunately, the swordsman's iron will combined with Mr. Qian's combative nature allowed him to get rid of the influence in time and regain his fighting spirit.
Fu Qingyang turned to look at the magic eye and said: "How is the combat power of fear?"
Looking at the demigods from the lawful and evil camps, King of Fear is at the bottom in terms of combat power. This is inseparable from his age. Fear and Fu Qingxuan are of the same age, and both worked as interns at Heavenly Punishment.
Belongs to a rising star.
As for the way of spiritual practice, it is about accumulation over time and accumulation over time.
Compared with those demigods who have been practicing for a century and become famous for a century, whether it is the application of skills, the development of spells, or the accumulation of props, the King of Fear is far behind.
But a demigod is a demigod, and he can instantly kill the master with just one skill and suppress the existence of the peak master.
It is an existence that controls some of the power of rules.
The Demon Eye King sneered:
"The tail of the crane! But there is no problem in lifting us up and beating us.
"After reaching the ninth level, his and I have become very close in personality, and the Eye of Bewitching has the power of rules. Therefore, in this battle, I will take the lead, and you will play the supporting role."
In fact, the Bewitching Eye already had the prototype of a rule. After he stepped into the Dominion, it was strengthened again and became a rule skill.
Stare at whoever loses control!
Fu Qingyang glanced at him and said calmly:
"My slashes also have the power of rules."
The Demon Eye King raised the corner of his mouth: "But you are definitely not as good as me, because I still have a trump card."
Fu Qingyang was expressionless: "Who doesn't have a trump card?"
"My trump card must be stronger than yours." The Demon Eye King raised his chin.
The face of the King of Fear in the distance darkened, his eyes glowed scarlet, and he said, "Are you two..."
Before he finished speaking, the Demon Eye King quickly pulled off the bandage on his forehead, revealing his evil vertical eyes filled with red eyes and dark golden pupils.
The golden-red beam shone on the King of Fear, causing the second half of his words to get stuck in his throat, and his scarlet eyes became dull.
This is an improvement after the "Eye of Bewitchment" has obtained the power of complete rules. On the basis of affecting the spiritual power in the target's body, it also has the ability to affect the soul.
The King of Fear fell into a state of sluggishness. The spiritual energy in his body was violent, tearing his meridians and organs. Before the fight even started, he was severely injured by his out-of-control spiritual energy.
The body of the Demon Eye King suddenly grew taller, his muscles swelled, his skin color turned pure black, with a metallic luster, the skin and flesh under his ribs split open, and thick arms emerged, condensing weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, and sticks.
He was like a thousand-armed Rakshasa, flaunting various weapons and running towards the King of Fear.
At the same time, Fu Qingyang opened the inventory and grabbed a golden dragon-shaped sword and a black cloak embroidered with golden cloud patterns.
The cloak unfolded with a clatter and draped over his back.
Fu Qingyang's aura is rising steadily, and every pore is spitting out sharp sword energy, like a peerless sword unsheathed. At this time, any master below the ninth level will be blinded by the sharp sword energy if he takes one look at him.
eyeball.
Fu Qingyang poured all the sword energy from his body into the Golden Dragon Sword, stepped hard with his right foot, and suddenly slashed out.
There is no test, no warm-up, just use your full strength as soon as you get up.
The terrifying sword energy disappeared strangely the moment it left the sword body.
In the distance, as soon as the Dread King's dull gaze recovered, his throat was cut open silently. The cuts expanded and deepened on both sides, and the neck bones were broken, leaving only a little skin and flesh on the back of the neck.
The head of the King of Fear suddenly hung horribly on his back, and he was almost beheaded.
Fu Qingyang's sword was intended to decapitate him, but he failed.
The skill is so close to being able to be used from a distance? The Demon Eye King was shocked. Fu Qingyang's slashing attack was originally unavoidable, but now that he can kill people from a distance, it is even more difficult to defend against.
Although he was shocked, he did not give up the opportunity created by his companions. He waved the weapon with his eight arms and rained down on the King of Fear who was wearing a straight suit.
Either chop or chop, knock or stab.
The weapon condensed by the ancient god of war has its own armor-piercing and bleeding effects. The tyrannical body of the King of Fear is broken and opened with wounds. Bones are broken, tendons are broken, skin is torn, and large amounts of blood soak into the pure black suit.
The Demon Eye King raised his long sword high and struck with all his strength. With a pop, the Fear King's head was completely chopped off and rolled to the ground.
Fu Qingyang, who was wearing a swordsman's cloak, grabbed a sword box, and the cover popped open, making a whistling sound.
Six three-inch-long pocket flying swords shot out with electricity. Two of them were hinged together and swept straight like a spiral drill. Two of them drew a semicircular arc and went straight to the back of the head.
Two swords soared into the sky, turned around in the high air conditioner, and landed with a scream.
Every flying sword contains the sword energy that splits space, and the sword intention that contains the power of shaking.
The soul is hidden in the sea of consciousness, the sea of consciousness is hidden in the mud pill, and the mud pill is hidden in the head.
Against demigod-level enemies, the benefits of severely damaging the soul are far greater than destroying the physical body.
At this time, two bloody gleams of light descended from the sky, one shining on the head and the other shining on the body.
The head, bathed in the blood-red shimmer, rolled its eyes, waking up from the sluggishness. The rolling eyes rolled up, and the pupils shot out two sharp sword auras, like two dazzling lightning bolts.
The two flying swords that landed from high altitude were deflected from their orbit, embedded in the desert with two "Puff" sounds, and disappeared.
Then, the King of Fear's head opened his mouth and bit down on the two flying swords that were shot towards his face like augers. His white teeth made a "clicking" sound and chewed the two flying swords into pieces.
Finally, he turned his head left and right, puffed up his cheeks, puffed out the flying sword fragments, and knocked away the two flying swords that circled the back of his head.
Before being polluted and turned into a bewitched demon, the King of Fear was once a scout and a Yanshi with high status.
On the other side, the headless body of the King of Fear, the suit on the back cracked open, and a pair of thick arms grew out of the ribs. One of the arms was like a knife, which could easily pierce the chest of the King of Demonic Eyes and swing it.
Swing it hard.
The two-meter-tall Demon Eye King flew into the distance like a huge boulder, making big craters one after another in the desert and raising up yellow sand all over the sky.
The King of Fear's body slowly picked up the head and pressed it on the neck. There was a continuous "click" sound, and the neck bones automatically connected.
He moved his neck, his bones cracked, and the two bloody glimmers merged into one, becoming more intense and shining on the King of Fear like a stage spotlight.
In the majestic body with three heads and eight arms, terrifying power is bred, and a violent and bloodthirsty aura quickly breeds.
The King of Fear looked at the two of them, with a ferocious look on his smiling mouth, and his pupils were scarlet, like an extremely bloodthirsty murderer. He continued the last half of what he had just left unfinished: "Are you two... too careless?
I take it seriously!"
Fu Qingyang raised his head and looked at the blood-colored stars in the dark sky, and immediately understood the key to the problem.
He turned to look at the Demon Eye King flying back from a distance, and said:
"I agree with your suggestion."
"What's your suggestion?" The Demon Eye King didn't respond at once.
Fu Qingyang said: "You play DPS and I play support!"
The King of Demonic Eyes looked at the King of Fear who was like a god and a demon, falling into a bloodthirsty and violent state. He was silent for a moment and then said tentatively: "Don't you never retreat! Don't you never retreat even if you die!"
Fu Qingyang remained calm: "This is not retreat, it is a reasonable tactical combination!"
The Demon Eye King looked at the Fear King again, and as a paranoid man, he took the initiative to give in: "Actually, I can also play support."
