Immediately afterwards, countless swords roared, and the faceless head of the large group staggered back. Above the 西安夜网论坛 distant sky, the main cannon of the nomadic mountain lit up with fiery flames, locked on the resurrected royal musicians, and punishment fell from the sky!
The knights of the Witch’s Hammer roared, the earth was turbulent, and the torrent of steel armored knights swept once again.
It was just a momentary distraction. The suppressed Lancelot had already entered Ye Qingxuan’s ten steps, and the Dragon Slaying Spear was raised again. Even though it was severely injured, the hands holding the weapon were still as stable as iron.
With a flick of his fingers, a mournful whistle sounded.
Ye Qingxuan’s left hand stretched out, grabbing at the hot glow of molten gold, letting the gunner tear his palm, causing severe pain, and firmly grasped the barrel of the gun.
Let it sway with anger, 西安夜生活第一论坛网 causing continuous cracks and scars on the palm, and the color of the bones exposed. The countless music theories of the Chapter of Fate have forcibly penetrated, blocked, suppressed, and shackled it in hands.
Even if the gun is only an inch away from the heart.
Then Ye Qingxuan raised his right hand, fingers endlessly.
To the face close at hand
As if hitting iron, dull echoes sounded.
Lancelot’s eyes were still cold, without the slightest 西安夜生活论坛 sway. From the nearly broken body, violent power burst out again, and the Dragon Slaying Spear shook again, almost breaking free from Ye Qingxuan’s palm.
“Say something, Lancelot!”
Ye Qingxuan raised his fist and slammed it down again towards his face:
“Don’t you have a lot to tell me?”
The broken voice sounded, and it was not clear whether it came from Ye Qingxuan’s phalanx or Lancelot’s face. His eyes were still indifferent, without the slightest change.
Even close at hand.
“If you don’t speak, let me come.”
Ye Qingxuan looked at his face and suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse: “It just so happens that over the years, I have too many question