I am a professional at killing time travelers

October spat out a mouthful of blood, and the glove in his hand kept twisting, and the glove in his hand turned into a black metal mechanical dragon.

Shi Yue stared at Zheng Qiu with hatred, wishing to eat his flesh and blood: "I can't have sung it wrong! I have sung this "Slashing the Yellow Dragon" thousands of times! I have never made a mistake once! How did you do it?!"

Zheng Qiu was shocked when he saw Shi Yue's chiseled face. He remembered that the last time he saw such a handsome guy was Xiao Bosheng. But when he heard Shi Yue's words, he sneered: "Maybe you know too much and you've lost your tune!"

Shi Yue stood up directly, not even bothering to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "When I am on stage, I am the role I play! How could I sing wrong!"

Zheng Qiu felt that there was nothing unusual around him, so he stood up. With cold air lingering in his hand, a hammer made of the power of cold disaster appeared again.

"People are always reluctant to admit their own ignorance. Since you have made a mistake, just admit it! I know this is a blow to you, but who is perfect?"

October stretched out his hand, grabbed the little metal dragon, and then threw it into the sky: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me! After all, I am a god! How can I only have one method!"

The little dragon was thrown into the sky, and its body began to twist wildly. The scales on its body were like sliding machines, and instantly turned into a giant sword.

"I have one thing, wisdom and cutting thoughts!"

Shi Yue's clothes also began to change, and in a flash he was dressed in white. This white robe, paired with his handsome face, made him look like an immortal. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his decadent temperament made him show his incomparable charm. Even though Zheng Qiu was a man, he couldn't help but want to play with him.

Zheng Qiu frowned slightly: "What a damn charm!"

Shi Yue laughed: "Although you are a strong man, you are still a mortal! But since you are a mortal, it is easy to deal with. I am a fairy in heaven, but I have to dance with thieves. It's a pity that my passion is in vain! How sad!"

Zheng Qiu's eyebrows were twisted together. As October sang in a rhythmic manner, dense phantoms appeared around him. This place turned into a palace, which was so big that it blocked out the sun. Tens of thousands of women were dancing in the palace. Each of them had skin as white as cream, bright eyes and white teeth. Although it was obviously disorganized, the whole looked inexplicably harmonious. They danced gracefully, the gauze around their waists swayed, and their round and straight legs were hazy. They stepped lightly with lotus steps, stepped on the ground with their jade feet, and also got into Zheng Qiu's arms.

Zheng Qiu was also wearing a white robe at this time, leaning lazily on the coffee table. Several beautiful dancers threw themselves into his arms. One of the dancers used her green jade fingers to pinch a grape and put it into Zheng Qiu's mouth.

Zheng Qiu subconsciously opened his mouth and took the dancer's finger into his mouth.

The dancer's pretty face flushed, and she gently slid her fingers across Zheng Qiu's chest. She moved her mouth very gently, and finally slowly reached his waist. Her white jade fingers pointed at the belt and gently pulled it. His belt naturally slipped off. When Zheng Qiu was looking at the dancer with great anticipation, he suddenly felt a warmth on his earlobe.

The light touch of the nimble tongue made Zheng Qiu feel as if his whole body was electrocuted. Zheng Qiu turned around to check the situation and unexpectedly collided with two red lips.

The dancer behind him stretched her neck and kissed Zheng Qiu's lips, while the dancer in front of him sat on Zheng Qiu's belly. Without the restraint of the belt, the white clothes fell off naturally, and the buttons on the white underwear broke one after another. Two soft balls pressed on Zheng Qiu's chest. The dancer on the right pulled Zheng Qiu's hand and pressed it on her legs, and her chest was already pressed up. The clever tongue wandered on Zheng Qiu's neck.

Zheng Qiu was enjoying himself, as if he was in the land of tenderness. All the dancers around him surrounded him, there were as many as twenty or thirty of them. He instantly felt so happy that he felt like he was floating in ecstasy, as if his soul had already ascended to heaven.

Shi Yue had an aura of decadence all over his body, staggering around the palace. Dancers kept coming up to him to chat with him, but he just gently pushed them away. The sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, but there was no trace of murderous intent revealed.

As he swayed like this, a wine jug appeared in his hand. He gently raised his arm and placed the mouth of the jug on his head, then he raised his head and drank. The mouth of the jug was suddenly pulled upwards, and the nectar drew a graceful arc in the air.

Zheng Qiu was still immersed in the gentle embrace, but suddenly his eyes became blurred and the phantoms in his eyes instantly vanished. Zheng Qiu pretended to be dazed, while October was still shaking her body, releasing her indescribable charm all the time.

In this way, Shi Yue was already within five steps of Zheng Qiu. Suddenly, he frowned and looked up at Zheng Qiu.

Zheng Qiu had a smile on his face, but suddenly his eyes changed and he retreated a hundred feet away: "When did you find out?"

Zheng Qiu laughed: "Haha~ I seem to have forgotten that I have a murderous aura. When you enter the murderous aura, I will be awake."

October sighed slightly: "Ah! People want you to die in bliss! It seems that this is the only way!"

October's expression turned grim, and coupled with his loose underwear, it added a new flavor: "One murder every ten steps!"

Zheng Qiu's eyes suddenly changed, and he began to retreat rapidly: "The Taixuan Sword Scripture?"

Shi Yue was stunned again: "I have heard a lot about the history of this world, but there is no Li Bai in this history. How did you know about the Taixuan Sword Classic? Could it be that you are from the same hometown?"

Zheng Qiu suddenly understood. It seemed that everything he had experienced had a traceable origin. At least he was somewhat restrained in October's ability. "What do you think?"

October smiled carefreely: "Haha! It doesn't matter! You have to die anyway! No trace of you will be left behind!"

brush!

A thousand-mile-long sword intent appeared and slashed towards Zheng Qiu's body. In Zheng Qiu's sea of ​​consciousness, his soul was also enveloped by thousands of sword intents, as if it would be chopped down and take Zheng Qiu's life in the next moment.

Zheng Qiu clenched his fists, and two transparent scale-armored wrist guards appeared on his wrists. He crossed his hands and caught the sword intent from Qianli. Twenty light spots suddenly appeared behind him, and lasers began to spray out regularly from the light spots, instantly shattering the sword intent.

October's pupils trembled again: "You really are my nemesis! No matter what I do, it seems that you have a way to restrain me! In this case, I can only use my strongest attack!"

The sword in October's hand turned red and began to deform like a machine, then turned into a belt.

October shouted directly: "Flame Dragon Armor!"

A powerful spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the sky and earth, blowing Zheng Qiu away thousands of miles again.