She looked at Gu Qingshan with a puzzled expression dozens of feet away.
The two sides have already met once, but it turns out that neither of them has won.
Gu Qingshan some movement.
He has to hand is such a result.
He asked Renee Doyle across the street.
"It’s interesting that this’ fog arrival’ is a world art, but the law beast ignores all beings. How can you move this world art?"
Gu Qingshan is silent.
When he look down, he saw that crimson silk thread wrapped around his arm suddenly dissolve and several silk threads completely wrapped around him.
The silk thread of death has firmly trapped him
-Renee Doyle exactly what’s the cause?
Gu Qingshan thinking across the girl has mouth.
"I understand that you have the power of fate. You must have a skill of fate!"
Gu Qingshan opened his mouth, but the horse stopped asking himself.
-Not yet.
Renee Doyle, regardless of whether he asked or not, said to herself, "Fate can see where fate is, and I can find out how strong you are now."
She looked excited and said quickly, "but it’s also easy to judge-I’ve never seen anyone who knows the strength. You must be very strong, and it’s very likely that you are the best-"
In the darkness, an overwhelming net spread behind her.
"Make sure you are the target I must eat."
Renee Doyle’s tone has become somewhat crazy.
Just like there is life, the net moves rapidly and soon weaves into a dark face without face, with a huge mouth aimed at Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan’s warning signs are rising in his heart.
The crimson silk thread wound around him became more and more dense and tight, which almost made him feel suffocated by death.
Gu Qingshan wanted to move, but found himself unable to move.
A line of fireflies appeared quickly in the ares interface.
"You have suffered a nightmare of fate. Move temporarily."
Gu Qingshan glanced at the mind and flew to flint and suddenly said
"Your strength is really amazing. Even the seventh swordsman feels difficult this day."
Renee Doyle’s ability to start was suddenly shocked when she heard this sentence.
God …
Ranked seventh?
She stared at Gu Qingshan and said slowly, "Are you the seventh swordsman?"