Reborn as a cheating flower, you can become stronger just by breathing

With that, Paimon wanted to fly up to the Mora pile and arch it properly.

However, as soon as she moved, she was directly dragged by Wang Hua's calf and pulled back.

"Don't move, what do you think, will Millelith not know?"

"Hmm.. If you don't go, you won't go.

Paimon's hands were crossed on his waist, and his little face was puffing up, but he still obeyed Wang Hua's words and didn't touch them.

Ying, who was already going to teach Paimon a lesson, saw that she honestly didn't move anymore, and she also put down the arm she had just raised with some regret.

Glancing at the Millelith Army who fainted next to him, Wang Hua did not step forward to check.

Instead, he looked at the innermost part of the Golden House, the Ancestor Fa Transformation.

At this time, the ancestor Fa was transformed, and there was a faint layer of brilliance circulating around it, and at first glance, it looked like it had not been destroyed.

"Tartaglia, don't hide, I know you're here. Wang

Hua was confident that Tartaglia was now hiding behind a certain pillar, secretly observing them.

At the same time, he also knew that if the three of them left like this today, he would still treat it as if nothing had happened when he saw Tartaglia in the future.

However, Wang Hua came to the Golden House today for three things: beat him, beat him, beat him, or beat ™ him!

He also wanted to learn what the strength of the man who had been mixed in the abyss was.

I didn't bully him myself, I purely used swordsmanship to compete with him.

"Slap, slap, slap"

crisp applause came from behind a pillar not far from them.

At the same time, Tartaglia also slowly, showing his voice from behind.

"You're smart, but why are you looking for trouble when your mission has already been accomplished?"

"If you were the Fatui, you might be able to get a great reward from the Empress, but unfortunately, for now, you're just a useless obstacle. "

To be honest, although he himself is a battle maniac and likes to challenge the strong, moreover, Ying and Wang Hua are both very powerful people.

Tartaglia admired them, and now he didn't want to tear up with them, but for the sake of the Empress's mission, he had to attack them.

"Obstructors, as long as you Fatui want to do it, I will stop it!" Ying

, who followed behind Wang Hua, had already frowned the moment he saw Tartaglia appear, and now he stepped out directly.

The long sword appeared in her hand at some point, and the blade was pointed at Tartaglia.

"Oh, it's too late to stop me, you know?

"Now, when it's all over, let's enjoy something simple and happy... That's – fighting. "

Is it coming? The villain's nonsense is finally over.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Hua's eyes, and a pitch-black, incomparably sharp long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was only at the moment when the sword appeared that Tartaglia instinctively felt a trace of fear welling up in his heart.

But what followed was endless joy.

How long has it been, how long has he not felt this kind of fear

! His eyes looked at Wang Hua, it seemed that today, he would have fun, very happy!

"You are very good, worthy of my full strength!" Countless

streams of water began to appear around him, entwining him in it, this sudden change made both Ying and Paimon a little flustered.

But Wang Hua didn't have any other feelings, he knew that Tartaglia was going to use his demon king armament.

Since he has used all his strength, then he can't be too bad!

The extreme sword intent wrapped the black sword, and the fierce sword qi flew around from time to time, scraping sword marks on the surrounding walls.

Ying and Paimon had already retreated, and they knew that they couldn't intervene in this situation.

It's better to stay away and don't make trouble for Wang Hua.

"Let's have a hearty fight!" The

water dispersed, and the strange armor covered Tartaglia's body, and a strangely shaped double-headed gun was also held in his hand.

A cloak of what seemed to be black qi fluttered behind him, looking imposing.

Wang Hua, on the other hand, is very ordinary.

But would he care about these things? Obviously not, you know, the more you play, the faster you die.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the sword!" Wang

Hua's figure flashed, and instantly appeared behind Tartaglia, although he had already noticed it, but because of Wang Hua's title, it was impossible to resist.

However, Wang Hua also wanted to have a good fight with him, so he didn't use much strength for this blow, but could only be regarded as a slight cut in his armor.

"Are you humiliating me?!"

Tartaglia seemed to have shrunk after wearing the Demon King's armament, and he now felt that Wang Hua obviously had the ability to defeat him with one blow, but he just scraped himself.

This is looking down on him, it is the greatest insult to him as a warrior!

His eyes flashed with scarlet light, and according to the skills he had Xi learned in the abyss, he turned around and stabbed straight towards Wang Hua.

However, it is obvious that his attack will not have any effect, and Wang Hua, who has no first hit BUFF, also completely let go of his hands and feet.

In the face of the attack coming towards him, he did not dodge, but instead moved forward, the long sword in his hand was like a black spirit snake.

Directly wrapped around Tartaglia's double-headed gun, a strange force was transmitted along the black sword to the tip of the spear.

Subsequently, without any resistance, Tartaglia's attack was directly bounced away by Wang Huake.

The sharp blade slashed towards Tartaglia's neck, and in the face of the fatal blow, he was very crisp and retreated directly, and at the same time, the double-headed gun in his hand was played by him in a dense array of guns, trying to prevent Wang Hua from approaching.

His approach did deprive Wang Hua of the opportunity to continue attacking, but there was such a thing as opportunity, and the next intersection would be there again.

This series of confrontations seemed to be very long, but in the eyes of Ying and Paimon, it was just two shadows, one black and one purple, intersecting for a moment, and then quickly separating.

This made her have a strong sense of crisis in her heart, she was a person who was going to travel all over the Seven Kingdoms, but now she was just an executive officer of the Fatume, and her strength was so strong.

If you don't get stronger, I'm afraid you will fall on the road sooner or later.

Looking at the two shadows that were entangled again, Ying made up her mind that in the future, she must ask Wang Hua for advice, and she must also improve her strength.

"Hahaha! Now, try my thunderbolt!".