The invasion of the squadron, everyone knows who to target, and knows that this is the first time.

The outsiders are only busy, and the local resident mages are angry.

The heart of the universe is not a peaceful land, but also a war. But opening fire to the city is taboo, and it is the root of everyone. This kind of thing will not endure, nor can it endure. In the case of the ‘reset’ effect, the mage residents are absolutely not jealous, and the hard-going is certain. However, the reset effect is quite infinite and does not mean that everything will be reset.

In this kind of rule, the most obvious loss of defeat is...the instrument.

This is of course.

If there is anything that can reset the one-time ancient implement indefinitely, then he will dominate the endless void. In the heart of the universe, the individual can reset, but the things outside the body can't. Unless it is saved in advance, it will be taken after the reset, otherwise the loss will be lost.

The mages residents resisted.

The goal of Jie Ji is naturally also focused on by everyone.

What will the Emperor do?

This is crucial.

When people heard that Tang Shidao was going to come up with something, people were not surprised. He had guessed that the emperor might not do it himself. However, listening to let Jie Ji go into battle, everyone is petrified. She is just a sacred monk in the ring. Even the field is not a skilled newcomer. Is this kind of person holding the ancient instruments? Jie Ji is only 1 ring, 傀儡 all 90 million ring or more. What is the difference? Almost 100 million times.

Even if the Emperor jie ‘adds’ the mana ceiling, is the kind of blown balloon powerful?

A warrior can't beat it.

Tang Shidao finished.

moment.

There was no sound around, including Jie Ji himself was sluggish.

At this moment.

The air battles were fierce, and the resident mages and the squadrons were dying. The former wins and can be reset and the latter wins. On the ground, Jie Ji was dry and mouthful, but when he couldn't speak, Tang Shidao made another amazing move.

Reach out.

Lift up.

Gently... pull out a hair.

Everyone around is stupid.

It’s stupid.

Is this the ‘thing’ you want to give? You might as well let Jie Ji commit suicide a little faster.

Tang Shidao lightly spread the palm of his hand, and a hair on his palm slowly clouded. Dancing in the state of clouds, slowly turning into a slim sword. This sleek sword is pure white in color and is more slender than the average thin sword. There are some small curses in the blade, almost invisible, dense and dense.

"Give you." Tang Shidao handed out a thin sword and smiled: "Take it for fun."

Jie Ji has some reactions.

However, the subconscious reached out.

In her mind, I believe that Tang Shidao has more than believe in himself. What does Tang Shidao do, her body greets before the consciousness.

The people around me were really embarrassed, and they wanted to come up with a staff stick. Sword! In the wizarding world, what do you mean by taking out a sword? Although the mage who practiced the body will use the sword, this stuff has never been the mainstream.

Jie Ji is also a sword.

Lightly grip.

In a flash, the situation suddenly changed... Jie Ji’s arm was abnormally 'whitened', like a cloud infested, and turned into a semi-cloudy state. This kind of infestation is not only the arm, but also spread to the shoulders, climbed up the neck, even the small side of the face was clouded, and a special rune was reflected in the right eyelid.

Jie Ji looked down on her own hands.

In her eyes.

The left half is the world of the weak, and the right half is the unspeakable new world.

Looking up at the sky.

The left half is the horrible squadron, and the right half is... leeks.

"Go play." The voice of Tang Shidao sounded again.

Listening to Jie Ji’s ear, half is encouragement, and half is just plain description.

"Good." Jie Ji weakly nodded.

Look up at the sky.

I want to fly into the sky and join the battlefield. Thoughts are only born, people are already on the battlefield. At this moment, the amazed squadron reacted, the aurora ray, the thunder and the heavy fist, the storm flow, and instantly locked and surrounded Jie Ji. At this time, there are two pictures in Jie Ji’s heart: the left eye, which is like a dead leaf, surrounded by tens of thousands of giant whales.

Right eye.

He is a giant whale, with only tens of thousands of dead leaves floating around.

The left eye saw an irresistible death.

The right eye saw that it was not self-sufficient to die.

I want to swing my sword.

The left hand has not been opened and cooperated, and the right hand has ended the sniper... A circular aura in the sky spreads, not next to Jie Ji, already hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, behind the back of the squadron. At the time of Jie Ji’s thought, the sniper was completed.

In this parallel plane, the warriors were shocked: they have broken into two.

Through the warrior, the controller sees two pictures.

Suddenly slow Jie Ji.

Jie Ji, who is coming to the extreme.

The two are one, half of the horrified new look and half of the emperor's appearance.

This sniper is too fast, and its speed is not as fast as induction. This blow cannot be described in words, as if it is the fastest limit under the limits of the cosmic heart. A little bit faster will break the definition of the law and become a cosmic heart entity. If the upper limit of the law is 100 speed, then the sword of Jie Ji is 99.9999999.

In the sacred border, there is nothing comparable to it.

More horrible.

It slammed tens of thousands of warriors, and the speed did not slow down. Every time there is a little resistance, it fills up a bit of speed and keeps this top speed. The warrior's defenses are different, it doesn't matter. Fire Shield, Ice Shield, Wind Shield, Earth Shield, Fire A, Ice, A, and A, it has a single blow and two breaks.

As if all known defenses have no effect on it, it is as fragile as thin paper.

At this moment.

The warriors also subconsciously attacked. Attacks, spells, scorpions, stealth, millions of scorpions have millions of means, including scorpions like assassins. However, all of this is a cloud. Space constraints, stealth disappearance, slow curse, Thunder giant boxing, these means in Jie Ji's right eye is like a group of children blowing bubbles.

The assassin behind the ninety-nine heavy light curtains, a sword to find, through the core.

The ninety-nine-fold energy body of the spirit is turned, and a sword is rolled into a flying smoke.

The fierce fist of the ninety-nine heavy powers, a sword rebounded, smashing the enemy.

Jie Ji looked at the attack of the terrorist enemy with uneasiness, while picking the bubble ball of these children. Jie Ji himself is also very chaotic, but the sword of the right hand has never been slower... it will not go wrong. As if everything is known, even if it is a new action, it is like practicing 1 trillion times. It is not wrong to be familiar with it.

100% correct, 100% hit, 100% kill... no mistakes.

No matter how the enemy changes.

No matter how you drag your legs.

When the sword moves, everything is the result of ‘correct, perfect, 100% effective’, no mistakes, no exceptions. Even in Jie Ji’s right eye world, when the warrior waved the thunder, Faji had seen its ‘death’ state. After an unconscious mind, the enemy also entered the death of ‘expected’.

After a sword, the enemy's death is exactly the same, 100% fit.

Jie Ji does not remember when it will end.

When she stopped.

There are only five or sixty thousand mage residents around. They staggered, they were in the middle of the squadron, they were under the sword. However, none of these people were scratched by the sword, did not hurt one skin, did not hurt one hair, and even their clothes did not cross a line.

When Jie Ji was in a daze, there was only a pile of debris left in the sky.

The fragments of the squadron.

Let her be unclear, these fragments are slowly clouding... as if they were swallowed by something, vying for it, and slowly entering a state of complete extinction. Seeing in the left eye, I don’t know if I don’t understand. Seeing in the right eye, these warriors have no chance to repair, and they have no chance to resurrect. They are divided by several forces equal to the laws of nature.

"Jie Ji." The right ear heard a slight noise, and Ji Ji’s left body was subconsciously trembled.

"Ok."

Jie Ji looked down and was thinking about falling to the ground. When her heart was in her mind, Ai Lang was in the immediate position. This mode, as soon as she does not know when to cast a 'flicker' displacement. With a little hesitation, Jie Ji found that she had thrown into the arms of Ai Lang. When she was holding the sword, she could hardly control herself. Throughout your life, people have been 'realized' to the perfect state of hope.

"How... How could this be?" Jie Ji slightly loosened her hand, and the thin-sworded sword fluttered and turned into a cloud mark to mark her right hand.

"You still don't understand, it will take a while for you to fully understand it."

"Yeah." Jie Ji believed everything, and Tang Shidao said what she believed.

"Creation of the world is part of the creation of the cloud, it is part of me. Therefore, inductive environment, reconnaissance of the enemy, response to offensive and defensive, spellcasting, tactics to kill the enemy, it can do all the way, completely through your body Realize. When you become proficient, you can do better, faster, and more perfect." Tang Shidao talked, kissed Ji Ji's hair.

"Yeah." Jie Ji buried himself in the arms of Tang Shidao, and his heart was warm and finally felt that he was useful.

"Mage is different, Master may be stronger, and know how to use the instrument. However, at the same level, they are not qualified to play against me. In the void, there are few people who can win a hair with the same level. Jie Ji, you can rest assured that this 'sword' can not only do this power. Familiarity with it can also help your own practice."

"Yeah." Jie Ji listened softly, but did not remember anything.

She only remembers one thing: holding this sword, I am not afraid of anyone.

Warm arms.

"Don, does it belong to me?"

"Ok."

"So, can I give it a name?"

"of course can."

"So, what about ‘small willow’?”

"Good to hear, very beautiful name. If you like it, just call it a small willow."

"Hmm..."

In less than half a day, the news spread completely.

silence.

Dead.

Every gathering of the temple is only breathing, no one is open. The picture of Jie Ji’s sword and the million-strong army was released again and again, and no one still expressed any opinions. The mage who participated in the meeting did not have an idiot, and an idiot could see it... This victory has nothing to do with Jie Ji.

"These are..."

"They just lost under one hair."