"Kill back!"

"I want sleeveless!"

"Leave the water ghost to me!"

"Then I'll challenge that old guy to a duel!"

"You all want men, that woman is mine, grandpa, don't take it away, hahahaha..."

…

"Dead, dead?"

On the side of the saint slave, Bai Zhou clearly felt the biting chill, which was caused by the gazes of several semi-saints locked on him.

But his body couldn't move, and he stared blankly back in the direction of the battlefield. What was replaying in his mind was the tragic scene of the violent giant with no bones left under the dragon halberd just now.

"Why did he!"

"Is he crazy?"

"He obviously still has a chance. That super giant can transform. He can... have a chance!"

Bai Zhou seemed to be more of a master than Xu Xiaoshou's master, and he collapsed on the spot, covering his head with blood and tears, and the murderous aura in his body became more and more intense.

He turned around suddenly and grabbed Mr. Sang's shoulders:

"How did you teach your apprentice? Ah!"

"How could he be so arrogant! How could he be?!"

The water ghost was stunned by Bai Zhou's stress reaction, almost wondering if there was some shady secret relationship between this woman and Master Shou.

Soon he remembered that Bai Zhou probably didn't care about Xu Xiaoshou's life or death at all, but Greedy God...

Xu Xiaoshou died.

The body of the ghost beast will perish accordingly!

"please calm."

Mr. Sang knocked off Bai Zhou's hand.

He was also shocked by Xu Xiaoshou's death, but he had some different thoughts:

impossible.

This is completely impossible.

Xu Xiaoshou cherishes his life very much. It can be said that even if he is in a situation where there is no life or death, he will fight for a chance of survival. How can he be so confident after seeing Dazai Ci's god of war?

The only thing that can explain the strangeness of the moment is...

"Did he do it on purpose?"

Anticipating this, Mr. Sang's pupils trembled, and the look in his mind of the violent giant's final plea for death appeared.

He was extremely familiar with Xu Xiaoshou.

He clearly sensed that at the last moment, Xu Xiaoshou had thoughts of becoming violent, but he restrained himself.

And that look in his eyes...

Sang Lao put himself in the situation, as if he had become a violent giant at the last moment. He held his huge body in his hands and looked up. The last thing he saw...

"Just draw the dragon halberd!"

At this moment, all the ideas came together.

Sang Lao suddenly realized that the last look in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes was clearly the fiery look in his eyes when he was refining alchemy in Lingzang Pavilion from time to time.

he wants!

He wants it very much!

But he wanted to give it a try. Can the dragon-painted halberd, one of the top ten supernatural weapons, be able to withstand such a crazy power of the God of War, and to what extent can it be used?

"But this is too crazy..."

Sang Lao Ming understood everything, but he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage from anger.

How could anyone resist with their own bodies in order to test the strength of other people's weapons, even at the risk of being cut into pieces?

madman!

This madman!

If I want to beat him, I must beat him all over his ass. No one can stop him!

Sang Lao stepped forward step by step, approaching the battlefield. His expression was crazy, and he could not hear the call in his ear:

"sleeveless……"

"Sang Lao..."

"Sang Qiye, what are you doing!"

Bai Zhou grabbed the old bald donkey's head and said, "The Twelve Saint Lords are here. If you don't run away, you and I will have to explain where you are!"

Long!

The thousand-foot giant moved in response and turned around.

The huge red pupils, as big as the sun, looked down from afar, and they were extremely terrifying.

After the sharp edge of the painted dragon halberd was stained with blood, it made the world even more colorful.

Boo hoo hoo hoo…

The Twelve Holy Lords fell into the air and took advantage of the momentum to grow in size, surrounding the three Holy Slaves and the Lord of the Palace.

Dazai Ci drew a dragon halberd in his hand and held it in the air. His sound was as deep as a drum, and the ground shook and the mountains shook:

"Surrender, or die!"

…

"Gulu gulu..."

Bai Zhou raised the wine gourd and drank it all in one gulp. Wisps of black mist burst out from his body, and finally threw the wine gourd to the ground.

"die?"

He strode forward with a determined look, looked up at the towering giant and shouted coldly: "The sky is falling. I can't even blink. You can make me die... Ouch."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Sang pulled him back.

"What are you doing!"

The great momentum was suddenly interrupted, and it was his own fault, which made Bai Zhou extremely uncomfortable.

Both the master and the disciple are seriously ill!

Mr. Sang shook his head slightly at him.

If Bai Zhou had this intention, he would accept it.

But looking at this guy's face as if he was ready to die, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand the force of a slash from the painted dragon halberd.

Only Xu Xiaoshou...

Mr. Sang was sure that Xu Xiaoshou was definitely not dead yet. He had the secret of life. What would it matter if his body was gone?

With his will, he can be reborn!

But why hasn't he come out yet? What is he waiting for...

"etc!"

Sang Lao's face suddenly twitched, as if a lot of maggots had crawled into it, giving him a sense of crazy distortion, and his eyes were filled with deep disbelief.

Is he waiting...

Do I beg him?

"Impossible! Even if I die, I can't even call him master and ask him to save me!" Sang Lao said with a crazy heart. He strode forward and stretched out his hands in front of Bai Zhou, as if he was about to die.

The water ghost sighed when he saw this.

It’s over, this pair of master and disciple, who have always been strong in life, have gone crazy...

He didn't give Wu Xiu a chance to ask for death. He held his hands in front of his mouth and turned into a weak, bullied bird. He twisted his waist and sent his voice blessed by holy power through the four directions, shouting miserably:

"Shou-ye-save-me-"

Everyone was stunned by the loud voice.

Bai Zhou turned around in a daze, while Cen Qiaofu was shocked. Only Sang Lao looked at the water ghost with eyes full of complexity and a hint of gratitude.

"Xu Xiaoshou is back?"

The Twelve Saints looked around and almost retreated in fright. When they found that no one was there, their faces became even more humiliated.

"Even if he can't die, he doesn't dare to show up!" Kong Tong shouted loudly, his voice covering everyone else's.
To be continued...