Weiyang waved out of the dragon gun and greeted the mask's knife light.
The knife light and the dragon gun were greeted in one place, and the body of Weiyang turned into a dragon -shaped body sharply, and the huge body could not hold it backwards. The sharp claws left two deep gaps on the ground.
The mask flies, came to him, and chopped the second knife on the face.
Weiyang horizontal gun.
Fengyun Blade Cut the Dragon Gun.
Weiyang take a step back.
Dangdang Dangdang!
Fengyun Blade is like the clouds flowing water. With several knives, every knife falls, Weiyang will take a step back. When the third knife, he has retreated to the gate of Ziwei City, and there is no way to retreat.
The mask person has hit the fourth knife.
One figure quietly raised, and when he came to the body of the mask, it was purple pupils.
The mask man turned sharply, trying to cut off purple pupils.
Weiyang was shocked. The long gun pierced to his chest. The mask man raised his left hand and patted his tip of his gun. The movement of his right hand was affected. For a moment, the purple pupil smoothly pinched the cloth band behind his mask.
The mask man returned to the hand to knock her, and gently pressed her left hand on the dragon gun.
On his left hand, an unknown finger and the middle finger wearing a ring each, the middle finger is a wooden ring, but on the ring finger, it is a coral ring like a blood.
People flew up and flickered, and they had already come to Weiyang, and they hit the fifth knife backhand.
The purple light is like a giant blade, and it is slanted on the chest of Weiyang. In an instant, the dragon scales are broken, and the dragon blood splashes.
Weiyang took a step back, fell heavily, waved his claws at the mask man.
The mask man retreated, held the dragon gun with his palm, and fiercely, Weiyang's fingertips slid a bunch of sparks, and the dragon gun was taken back in his hand.
"Don't!" Zitong flew over and blocked in front of Weiyang, "Beichen, don't!"
Beichen?
Hearing this name, everyone was shocked, raised his face to look at the mask man.
The fabric is loose, the mask on the face of the mask has slipped down, falling towards the air, and the face behind the mask shows out a little bit.
The oblique long eyebrows, the eyes of dyeing gold, like the brow peak of God's brush, tight lips.
It exactly, Beichen.
"Chen'er?"
"Beichen?"
"Young Lord!"
Nympho
In the screams of countless people, the dragon gun in Beichen's hand was still going forward and quickly pierced.
"I surrender!"
The purple pupil yelled.
The wind brought by the dragon gun blew her ink hair and clothes, stopped at less than half an inch from her chest.
Zi Tong glanced at the tip of the gun in front of him, raised his face a little bit, and looked at Beichen, who was heading to the dragon's head along the gun body, raised his lips, showing the first smile of the first smile for a few days.
"I know, you won't die!"
The corner of her lips was laughing, but a tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes and slipped on her cheek.
"Beichen?" Weiyang looked at Beichen in the air and looked wrong, "How can this?"
Everyone looked at Beichen in surprise, and no one thought that the mask man would be Beichen.
"I don't know." Zitong raised his hand, wiped his eyes, raised his hand to support the tip of the gun of the dragon gun, and looked at Beichen in the air.
It's yours, don't kill, okay? "
Bei Chen was in the air, looking at her, looking at her eyes full of tears, the golden star pattern in his eyes retreated again.
"Father, mother, hurry up, surrender!"
Zitong turned his face and yelled at everyone.
How could she do this, she didn't know, but at least he was still alive. As long as he lived, everything would have hope.