Mayixiu!

The name exploded in Husserkin's mind like thunder.

His eyes changed slightly, but only for a moment before returning to normal. He spoke in a deep voice, "Ma Yixiu is wanted by the entire nation of Jinta. Jinta hates him to the core. Anyone who sees him will only want to kill him. With the people like this, I, as the king, have no choice but to do my part!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned slightly cold. "Although I don't know who you are, what you just said was a blatant slander against me. You must pay the price for this!"

"slander?"

Zhang Ze smiled. "If I hadn't personally arrived at this King's Palace, my speculation would have been extreme. That's why we never act based on conjectures. That's too subjective. But now it seems that sometimes, acting according to subjective judgment doesn't necessarily lead to bad consequences. Letting things run their course will breed evil."

"King Jin, you should understand one thing."

Zhang Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, his words sharp, "What I just said is no longer speculation, but fact!"

As the last two words with an emphasized tone fell, dazzling golden particles emerged from Zhang Ze's body.

These particles appear in clusters, including some particularly solidified and hard golden particles.

Zhang Wangzuo made way and let the seven of them pass by, but his eyes followed us closely.

Zhang Wangzuo was silent.

"Ancient breath?"

Hu Sekin also smiled, but judging from the sweat on his forehead and the slight stiffness on his face, the smile seemed a little forced.

At that moment, Zhang Wangzuo was slightly shocked, "Wangzuo, Zhang Ze, I didn't expect it to be them!"

Che Qianqiang agreed that time without any hesitation and changed his attitude afterwards.

But Zhang Ze's strength was beyond his expectations.

Wang Zuo laughed again, "He hasn't even offended the Chinese government yet, yet he's still trying to stir up trouble in the Ancient Land of Spiritual Warfare. Does he really think these playful games are worth playing?"

Wang Zuozhong looked at Zhang Wang Zuo with a smile and said jokingly, "Hu Sejin's cover-up was more effective than he expected. Was he wrong to think so?"

Zhang Wangzuo said in a deep voice, "Even if they are from the eight weaker dueling nations, there are more than ten people who can do that. Excluding the eight dueling kings, their identities can be kept secret!"

Jiang Yuan, who was drawn into the different space, seemed to be normal, but in fact, the material of Che Qianqiang was frighteningly strong.

"Why doesn't this elf have such an ancient aura?"

Zhang Zeyou spoke, his eyes locked on Jiang Yuanxia.

The throne glanced at Zhang with amusement and said with a chuckle, "He's too confident in Hu Sekin's tricks. He knows I haven't been exposed yet. All he needs to do to catch me is a little patience."

Immediately afterwards, the soul breath stopped vibrating in vain.

Seeing the elf, Zhang Wangzuo said in a deep voice, "In the dueling world, that elf is known as the weakest pre-death elf. Even without the blessing of the Royal Valley of Longevity, you are sure you can hold out for long against me."

Before confirming the identities of the seven people, Zhang Wangzuo immediately gave up the idea of breaking the deadlock through violence.

"It's just that he's not so self-righteous anymore."

Husserkin chuckled, then said with a hint of gloom, "Does he think the battle isn't a sure win? Don't forget, it's two against two now. Who will win is still uncertain."

At the same time, behind Zhang Wangzuo, a card flipped over.

"It's a really comfortable way of speaking."

Husserkin was surprised.

"The weakest elf from the day before yesterday?"

Under its forehead, there is a strange vertical pupil.

Such a situation is undoubtedly the most exciting!

Che Qianqiang fell into deep thought, and at that moment, an extremely alien breath emerged, interrupting my thoughts in an instant.

The moment the words fell, the soul power surged like a surging tide.

The throne smiled and said simply, "I will complete what Mr. Lin Ze hadn't done. I only randomly intercepted a part of his origin core. Now, it's up to you to intercept the rest. Do you have any suggestions on that?"

The soul aura was like a thin white film, softly and perfectly covering the armrests on both sides.

A demonic figure emerged.

Zhang Ze on the side had that idea, and the throne said, "Da Jiang, that old guy really knows what his spirit looks like, why is he pretending?"

These powers were injected into the body of the little priest guarding the tomb.

The golden light as dazzling as the sun is everywhere, and within this light, every ray of light seems to be telling of holiness and hope.

Wang Zuo took a look and immediately threw it to Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze, who is known as the Shaman King, is a warrior spirit, which immediately attracted Hu Sekin's attention.

"them"

"So Zhong Yi has opened up a different space battlefield. He is a truly legendary duelist!"

"Is that the sense of humor that Chinese weaklings have?"

"That time it was Yubel, the throne elf. Gerry, be careful!"

Under the cover of the soul breath, Jiang Yuan's armrest trembled violently, and a white light and shadow also began to tremble intermittently.

Zhang Ze said calmly: "If you don't use his strength, you will lose to us."

When Wang Zuo created the different space, he secretly imposed spatial cutting on Che Qian.

Then, he said with some depression: "Da Jiang, that's bad. Do we have cards of the same level to break that field?"

Click.

"Isn't this the thousand-year-old tin staff mentioned in ancient records?"

"Da Jiang, it's up to him."

The strength of those two people is too terrifying!

Of course, Che Qian would simply attribute it to the material, which had little energy and was able to resist the spatial cutting just now.

The light and shadow were constantly trembling, and in the process of trembling, they turned from virtual to real, and finally a figure with long silver hair and purple pupils emerged.

Che Qian looked at Che Qianqiang, "So that was King Jin's choice?"

The throne seemed to have no idea what was happening. He looked around for a moment and said, "The Valley of the King's Long Slumber is said to be a Slate-level Field Magic Card. When King Gold awakened the little priest guarding the grave, that card was awakened along with him. It's quite magical."

Che Qian took out an apple, took a bite, and said leisurely, "This can only mean that he is too agile. At his young age, his thinking ability has obviously declined. He should eat apples to replenish his energy. Special apples are very useful. So I generally recommend apples produced in the border town. The one you have is expensive. Hu Sejin's head is enough for him."

The strange space around was quickly replaced by a valley.

Zhang Ze said calmly, "Whether or not this will be different if the disguise is removed, it won't affect the battle."

Hu Sejin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he slightly raised the thousand-year-old tin staff in his hand. "A guy like that must be very good to control."

All the possibilities had already flashed through my mind, but among those possibilities, the ones I was most willing to face were Wang Zuo and Zhang Ze.

Che Qianqiang stroked the thousand-year-old tin staff in his hand. "So now that they've tracked them down, what are they going to do? Try to overthrow that country?"

At that time, Zhang Ze suddenly aimed at Jiang Yuan's armrest and released pure soul breath.

The throne smiled indifferently, and with a flash of his figure, the twisted disguise disappeared.

"Open up."

At that moment, Che Qianqiang's expression changed slightly.

"Hehehehe, they're tougher than I thought, the big hounds of China."

With the throne as the center, the surrounding space began to collapse, and a strange space was quickly generated.

Just one of them is stronger than the leader of his own country!

There was no struggle in Zhang Wangzu's eyes, but he said forcefully, "At this point, you have something to say. They cannot judge your sins, but I'm sorry, for the sake of your family and people, you must defeat them right there!"

"Then it's exposed?"

The cut Che Qian was not intact, not even a scratch could be seen.

The warrior holds a small sword that looks like a small scimitar. The sword does not give people a fixed feeling, but rather hides many mysteries and changes.

The eight people in the small hall immediately fell into it, including Ma Yixiu.

No matter how complicated the reason is.

Che Qian is not in my opinion.

Zhang Wangzuo had no choice at this moment. Even if he held on, he would have to push forward the test results.

Che Qian said with a look of rage, "Now, get out of the way. I'll let you take a good look at this Ma Yixiu. He shouldn't be pretending, right?"

Millions of rays of light, after a strange fusion, finally transformed into a golden warrior figure.

Che Qianqiang did not refute, but his eyes were still fixed on Che Qianqiang.

Zhang Ze observed for a while but did not speak.

"King Jin, don't take it easy."

Zhang Wangzuo said in a deep voice, "Wangzuo, you want to know the basis for his judgment. Is it just because of the aura of the King's Palace? Regardless of that, you can't have a frank conversation with him."

Zhang Wangzu was puzzled. I did feel that, but I didn't know much about this elf. "This is Che Qian's elf, 39, Hope King Hope."

"How?"

If seven people join forces, I will definitely lose!

Zhang Wangzuo immediately said, "Wangzuo, he has also seen the situation. You said long ago that things are not as they speculated. You know they may have sensed some abnormal white and dark auras, but there is no reason for that."

I don't have rosy skin, blue lips, or jet-white wings.

The hair is different in color, purple on the right side and white on the left side, and the pupils are also different in color, one green and one orange.

The huge soul breath filled every corner of the valley almost instantly, completely clearing away the darkness and deathly silence in the air.

“It appeared.”

In my hand, I held a strange-looking staff.

Hu Sejin's pupils shrank. He guessed that the illegal invader was very powerful, otherwise he would not have been able to hide from the royal guards outside, sneak into the royal capital quietly, and enter the royal palace.

Countless dead bodies seemed to be sleeping in the valley, and those dead bodies faintly emitted a trace of strange power.

He paused, then chuckled, "He's just killing himself right there, saving you from wasting time trying to figure out a predetermined ending. Isn't that boring? Moviegoers hate plot twists and turns, and you, as the people involved, shouldn't have anything to pursue. He's too lazy to do anything too interesting, so how about considering your proposal?"

At that moment, the aura of the little priest guarding the tomb suddenly rose.

The throne noticed the staff immediately and said with a smile, "It looks like a knock-off. Nice to meet you, a complete Husserkin."

"Before you successfully infiltrated, you pulled him closer to the alien battlefield. Did you also consider continuing to hide it?"

"Such a strong source of energy."

"Want to negotiate? That's difficult."

"No?"