"Sword servant? What sword servant?" Guan Le heard the speech and asked suspiciously.

Before Nie Yun could speak, the shadow behind him smiled coldly and said, "when the members of our army demon hall are practicing swords, you will be our target and practice with us!"

"You!" Hearing Chengying's words, Guan Le's face suddenly became very ugly and angrily said.

At this moment, a thin hand stopped him. It was Miyagawa RI.

Miyagawa looked indifferent and said to Guan Le, "Guan Le Jun, there's no need to be angry with them. Since they don't want to surrender, we'll kill them."

Hearing Miyagawa Li's words, Guan Le's anger slowly closed, and a sneer rose from the corners of his mouth. "Miyagawa Li Jun, you're right. Since these people don't want to surrender, kill them. Believe us, we've killed the rest of the soldiers and Demons hall at the moment. Now..."

"We just need to kill the eight people in front of us, and the soldier demon hall, one of the ten halls of hell, will disappear!"

At last, Guan Le's face was filled with a ferocious smile and said word by word.

In Guan Le's mind, don't say it's the military demon hall. Even the ten hall Yama, in his eyes, is just a Chinese ancient martial force that hasn't become a climate. Why should he fight with their heaven residence and forbearance department.

Now it's a small test to deal with the soldier demon hall with the combat power of a war song.

He was merciful just now and wanted to attract these masters in front of him. Unexpectedly, he was ridiculed.

In that case, he will let these people disappear into the world.

When Chengying heard what Guan le and Miyagawa said, he immediately raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully, "ha ha, it's really boastful. Just because you three want to kill eight of us, you're not afraid to blow the cow's hide."

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan dressed in white in front of him. He asked carefully, "brother, let me do it and teach them a good lesson!"

Xuanyuan, dressed in white, smelled the speech, and his handsome face looked as usual. He quietly looked at Miyagawa RI and Guan Le, and then turned to look at Nie Yun.

Aware of Xuanyuan's eyes, Nie Yun nodded slightly and motioned Xuanyuan to go according to his inner thoughts.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan nodded and said to Chengying: "go, this man humiliated our army demon hall. He's dead. You clean up beautifully!"

After receiving Xuanyuan's reply, Chengying's face suddenly showed a happy and belligerent look, staring at Guan Le: "report your name, I won't kill nobody!"

When Guan Le heard the speech, his face was also heavy. He said in a cold voice, "the kingdom of heaven lives in the Department of tolerance, pro word war song, deputy Qu Wei, Guan Le!"

"Little fat man, if you are in a hurry to die, I don't mind giving you a ride!"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the air suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Chunjun, Longyuan, tai'a and Chixiao all stepped back involuntarily and distanced themselves from the film. They seemed to be nervous about something.

When Guan Le saw Chunjun's actions, he couldn't help but look puzzled. He didn't know why these people would make such actions because of their own words.

The next second, a cold voice also reached Guan Le's ear. The voice was low, the tone was cold, and vaguely filled with a touch of anger.

"Who did you just say? It's a little fat man?"

In Chengying's hand, I don't know when an ancient and simple hilt has appeared. The hilt is simple and atmospheric, and there is a cold flash passing by. But strangely, there is nothing on the hilt, and there is no sword body, as if it was just a unique hilt.

His face turned red, and there was a flicker of fire in the depths of his eyes. His whole body exuded an ethereal sword meaning, invisible and intangible. It seemed that he had been integrated into the void, which was difficult to capture by the naked eye.

While talking, the sword meaning of the shadow has slowly locked Guan Le, and the latter doesn't seem to know it.

When Guan Le heard Chengying's words, he raised a sneer at Chengying and said, "I'm talking about you, little fat man."

"What's in your hand? Why is there only a hilt and no body? Is this also called a sword?"

"Your army demon hall is too poor, don't you even have a better sword?"

Guan Le said several sentences in a row, his tone was full of ridicule, and his eyes looked at the background with disdain.

The photographer's eyes gradually became cold and said, "I wanted to leave you a whole body. Now it seems that it's not necessary!"

The shadow sword in his hand turned slightly. Under the sunlight, a dark and slender shadow of the sword suddenly appeared on the ground, hidden in the shadow, but its strong sword meaning made people unable to look directly

When Guan Le saw the shadow of the sword body emerging on the ground, he seemed to think of something. His face changed slightly and exclaimed: "this shadow of the sword body, this hilt without the sword body, is the sword in your hand..."

Chengying raised a cold and fierce smile at the corner of her mouth, looked directly at Guan Le, held up the Chengying sword in her hand, pointed directly at Guan Le, and said faintly:

"One of the seven swords in the hall of soldiers and demons, the master of the shadow sword..."

"Are you ready to die?"

As soon as Chengying said this, bursts of fierce killing intention immediately spread in the air.

Guan Le doesn't think so. As the Deputy Qu Wei of the Linzi war song of the Ju He Ren Department, his knowledge is naturally not weak. When he heard that the sword in the shadow's hand was actually the shadow sword ranked seventh in the Chinese famous sword spectrum, his eyes suddenly brightened.

If such a good Chinese famous sword can fall into his hands, his strength will rise greatly!

Thinking of this, he looked at the shadow sword in the shadow hand and became greedy a lot.

Bang!

The next second, Guan Le took a greedy look and didn't have any nonsense. His legs suddenly stared, and the earth splashed under his feet. His right hand suddenly clenched his fist, and countless flames jumped on his right fist. His strength is already strong. He can use the fire tolerance method without printing.

Guan Le's eyes were suddenly cold, and the fire of his right fist suddenly soared. A violent flame beat in his right fist, which was extremely violent.

In an instant, the air became extremely hot. Around Guan Le, flames came out and surrounded him.

Guan Le at the moment is like a god standing in the sea of fire.

Looking back at the background not far away, it's very funny to have a strong body and a simple sword handle without a sword body.

The two men stood in such a big plain and waited on each other. The air seemed to be distorted by their waiting.

"Kill!" The next second, Guan Le suddenly drank, and the violent flame roared up. His feet arched slightly, and the countless flame shrouded right fists smashed in the direction of the studio.

In an instant, a torrent of violent and terrible flames roared out of his right fist and shot away in front of him with a terrible pressure.

The space seems to be distorted by this violent and terrible flame torrent

It's two o'clock today.