Chapter 677

at this time, Qin Shuang holds a pen in his right hand, and the tip of the pen is on the paper held by his left hand. His eyes awe inspiring sweep over the warriors of the ice Empire and the wuzongdian, and he says in a voice:

"everyone, this is just entering the inner city, and he has just found a treasure. There is only one such treasure at the gate. There must be countless such treasures in the inner city. Is there a scuffle for every treasure? Is it true that if one of you gets the treasure, others will attack it in groups? "

In the hearts of all people is a Lin.

Yes!

You do the first day, I can do 15.

What if I get the treasure next time?

Their eyes fell on Qin Shuang's pen again. Qin Shuang's face was calm, but she was very nervous, because the thunder had emptied all the noble spirit in her body, and now even the simplest Confucianism could not be released.

At this time in the air a few King peak also stopped fighting, because they all see Qin lie at this time has restored the control of the body, want to raid again is impossible. What's more, Qin Shuang has a point. Maybe there are more and better treasures waiting for them to look for. There's no need to beat them to death for the first treasure in the inner city.

Seeing that everyone stopped, Qin Shuang secretly breathed a sigh, put the paper and brush into the satchel, and walked towards Qin lie and others. Qin lie took out a pill and put it into his mouth. Then he looked sharply at Jinlong Xingdao:

"Jinlong Xingdao, the Revenge of this sword must be paid back."

Golden Dragon line light a smile way: "I wait for you."

Han Ling's cold eyes looked at Jin Long Xing, and his fighting spirit surged up. He said in a cold voice:

"Jin Long Xing, I'm looking forward to fighting with you."

"Anytime!" Jinlongxing's eyes never give way.

They all went back to their ranks, and then walked along the street towards the front. All of a sudden, all of a sudden, in their field of vision, they saw a golden light appeared in front of the dim, and two words appeared in their hearts:

"treasure!"

Like three sharp arrows, the warriors of the three sides fly forward along the main road. The people of Wuzong hall rush in the middle of the main road. The frost Empire occupies the right and the Qin Empire occupies the left. The three sides are all headed by King Wu, followed by Jin Longxing, Han Ling and Qin lie.

Qin Shuang is running in the crowd, the gift on his left and the blue moon on his right. Qin lie, Duan Hong and Zhao zirou, who went before her. Behind her are sun Qiaomu, huajinxiu and yueqingqing.

Qin Shuang's eyes suddenly brightened. She felt the breath of noble spirit, and her eyes could not help looking at the golden light in front of her.

"Are those golden groups of light golden noble spirit? How is that possible? "

Qin Shuang's heart is unbelievable. The golden noble Qi is hidden between heaven and earth. Compared with aura, it is very rare. It can't be seen at ordinary times, let alone in a vast ocean at this time.

"Bang..."

As the distance approaches, the color of shock on Qin Shuang's face becomes more and more intense. The King Wu who runs in front of him stops with a bang. Qin Shuang's mouth is slightly open, and his eyes are full of unbelievable color.

In front of them is a wide square, and at the end of the square is a tall palace. In front of the palace, the square is not empty, but full of people, full of people wearing armor. There are not ten thousand, there are eight thousand. There was a golden light floating above everyone's head.

Qin Shuang's mouth is wide open, and the golden light is just the golden noble spirit.

"How is that possible?"

Qin Shuang looks at the soldiers in armor. They are all warriors. They are not Confucians at all. How can they cultivate noble spirit?

And the noble spirit here is all gold. Every warrior has a ball on his head.

The golden light can clearly show the warriors below. Each warrior's body exudes endless murderous gas. The armor is bloodstained and crisscrossed with the traces of swords and swords, which makes it more powerful. This kind of fierce murderous spirit emanates from everyone, and converges together. I don't know how many thousands of years it has converged, and it almost condenses into shape. It is vivid and penetrates people's soul.

At this time, the streets were silent, and they were only about 100 meters away from the square. Photographed by the calm momentum of the soldiers in the square, he even breathed very lightly, as if for fear of waking the sleeping soldiers.

Good!

It's sleep!

The soldiers in the square opposite give them a sense of deep sleep, as if once they wake up, they will burst out with shocking power.

Standing in the front of the three kings of martial arts, Qin Shuang didn't listen to what they were talking about, because she knew very well that since she had come here, no one would retreat. She was observing the noble spirit, and speculated why the noble spirit would gather here, and it would last for a long time.

But before she could guess anything, the kings in front of her had already discussed the result. Everyone took out the blade and walked towards the square. Behind them, all the warriors moved forward with dignity, and their spiritual power had reached the extreme."Bang..."

The kings in front of them finally set foot on the square. Just as they set foot on the square, they heard the sound of weapons breaking through the air.

The soldiers on the opposite side raised their swords in a neat and uniform manner, and the murderous atmosphere in the square suddenly surged.

"Go

A king of Wu in front of the peak of a big drink, then toward the opposite battle in the past, at the same time, all the king of Wu body also broke out a strong breath, toward the opposite rushed in the past. At this time, the soldiers behind didn't care about others. Everyone was surrounded by the crowd and rushed to the opposite battle array.

"Boom..."

The battle array on the opposite side moved, and they came to qinshuang. The action was uniform. They didn't seem to be separate individuals, they seemed to be a whole, and they came to qinshuang like a mountain. The pressure brought by the momentum was palpitating.

The pounding sound of armor, the heavy steps, the roaring sound of stepping on the earth, seemed to knock on everyone's heart.

Qin, holding a long sword in both hands, rushes forward in the stream of people, as if in the battlefield of thousands of troops. They are like a Death Squadron composed of hundreds of people, charging at the opposite thousands of troops. The speed of charging is faster and faster. The spirit weapon in the hand of King Wu's peak at the front has burst out of gang mang. The gang mang drags across the earth, and the ground is broken Fly, split a ditch mark.

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