Chapter 1837

Yan Tao is an imperial marshal who has experienced many battles. At the same time, he also controls two forces: spiritual power and spiritual power.

All her moves were to Qin Zong's fatal position, and there was no superfluous action.

The same is true of Qin Zong.

The battle between the two was wonderful and dangerous.

The marshals who had been immersed in the battle between the two had uncontrollably raised their hearts to their throats.

The heartbeat almost doubled, and the hands hanging on the side of the body could not be controlled. They clenched into fists, stared at the battlefield for a moment, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The fighting of imperial soldiers is absolutely shocking.

Between their gestures, the space around them is constantly crumbling.

Yan Zun stood in the dark. He bit his teeth tightly.

The residual light from the corner of the eye keeps sweeping into space.

Just when the war between Qin Zong and Yan Tao became white hot,

Qin Zong's attack suddenly weakened, and Yan Tao immediately seized the opportunity to kill the man's throat.

But at this moment, Yantao felt a chill behind her.

Unexpectedly, a figure exactly the same as Qin Zong flashed behind Yan Tao.

This is the real killer mace of Qin Zong.

Split in two, incarnate outside.

It's his racial talent.

A strong sense of crisis rose from her heart. Yan Tao immediately turned sideways and wanted to avoid, but it was too late.

The cold ice cone penetrated from the girl's vest and went straight through the heart.

"Pooh!"

Bright red blood immediately gushed out of the girl's chest, and in a moment, it penetrated her snow-white clothes.

All these changes only happen in a blink of an eye.

The Marshals in the Starship battle room tightened their bodies almost instantly, and their eyes were about to crack.

"Your majesty!"

"Marshal!"

“……”

Sad voice, even with shock.

However, just before the people reacted, the bloody girl ignored her pierced chest. The spiritual power between her right hands suddenly shook, turned into countless light and shadow silk threads and rubbed the throat of the man opposite.

I saw the bright red blood gurgling down Qin Zong's neck.

The man raised his hand and covered his bloody neck.

Ice blue eyes finally brought some emotion.

However, the mood dissipated in a moment.

He stumbled back three steps feebly.

LAN Er had rushed over anxiously and held Qin Zong.

"King!"

Yan Zun flashed out of the star ship at the same time and held Yan Tao.

Yantao's chest was still inserted with a transparent ice cone. The severe pain made her tremble all over.

The coquettish face was pale and frightening at the moment.

She held Yan Zun's arm and barely stood still.

"Kill!"

The girl fell into the communication channel with some hoarse voice.

The field marshals who were filled with grief and indignation in the war room clenched their fingers together.

Three million people immediately pressed on and blustered towards the blue team standing in the air opposite.

LAN Er held Qin Zong's hand and kept shaking.

"Wang, what should I do now?!"

Qin Zong glanced at LAN Er lightly: "I'm seriously injured and can't command the next battlefield. Let the high priest come to take my place."

Just said a few short words, Qin Zong obviously lost some strength, and his face became more and more pale.

"Yes!"

LAN Er bit his teeth and promised to come down. He quickly helped Qin Zong to the back.

Both managers were seriously injured at the same time.

And they were all life-threatening injuries.

Yantao was immediately sent back to the Starship.

She was in a semi coma when she reluctantly gave the order.