Chapter 641: Confused (3) Supplement 3

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The face of the calamus changed slightly, just wanted to turn around, and a sharp sword was suddenly placed on his neck!
The icy tip of the sword clung tightly against the neck of the calamus, and the murderous voice rang in his ear.
"Let the Yaozu stop attacking, otherwise you will die with everyone here."
The calamus slammed into a shock, and he did not feel any breath near!
Song Yuan, standing next to the calamus, was incredibly wide-eyed and looked at the monsoon smoke that did not know when he appeared behind the calamus.
When did she appear?
He didn't even notice it at all!
"Monsoon smoke! You..."
"Shut up." The monsoon smoked cold and swept Song Yuan.
The shock of the calamus pressed down the fundus, then chuckled: "The season general is really stubborn, so it is really good to put your soldiers on the battlefield? You are still so stubborn to kill me."
The eyes of the monsoon smoke flashed a hint of coldness, and she sneered: "The thief is the first to smash the king, the military is always a thing."
The calamus shrugged a little and didn't care. "Even if you kill me, your people can't escape. So many high-level demon people, you can't escape."
The monsoon smoke said: "You are right, you are killing you now, it has no effect, but... if you are still alive?"
The look of calamus changed slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Monsoon smoke smiled and said: "You should not want to die? Look at you like this, actually can order so many high-level demon people, identity should not be simple? I want to know, is your life is worth more, or people in this city More valuable."
"Do you want to use me as a hostage?" The calamus glimpsed, then sneered: "Is the season general thinking about things too simple..."
The name of the calamus has not been finished yet. The monsoon smoke has a tight point on the broken sword on his neck. The sharp blade directly cuts the skin of the calamus neck, but it is a slight abrasion, but the wound has come. It is like a burning pain like a flame.
Under the pain, the face of the calamus suddenly became very pale, and the cold sweat oozes from his forehead.
"Don't try to know how to know? Forgot to tell you, this sword is called the evil sword. For the demon thing, if you don't do it, I can only use it to say hello to you, let you be tortured and die." ""
The eyes of the monsoon smoke picked up slightly, and then continued: "You demon people do not always care about the life and death of the same family? Now, do you want your life, or insist on the life of our city?"
The face of the calamus became more and more ugly. He did not pay attention to how the monsoon smoke approached. When the monsoon smoke appeared, everything was too late.
Obviously, the monsoon smoke is true. If they can't live out of Pingcheng today, then... the calamus must be buried for everyone.
Aside from the side, Song Yuan looked nervous, and looked at the monsoon smoke in a smooth way. One hand quietly touched the sword at the waist.
Song Yuan just touched the hilt, and the sound of the monsoon smoke sounded loudly.
"Song Yuan, you better not to act rashly, otherwise I will kill you after the miss, the next one is you." After that, the monsoon smoke looked at Song Yuan and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Kill you, I use a trick at most."

Song Yuan’s body was fierce, and the hand holding the hilt was tightened. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the monsoon smoke was true. He said that he has not used force for a long time and injured one leg. It was the heyday, and it was afraid of the opponents who were not suitable for the season.