"Why don't you come back with me to the Seventh Fleet..."

In a flash, he pulled the trigger with his right hand, tapped the ground with his toes, and drew his sword with his left hand to chop at Chen Que.

At the same time, the two adjutants on the shore also pulled the trigger at the same time.

Three bullets hit at the same time.

Shen Que took a step back, dodged one, turned around and aimed, and dodged another.

He pulled the trigger, and the last bullet collided with it.

Then he dodged Feng Shixu's slash by turning sideways and fell backwards.

It passed through the waves stirred up by the waterfall and landed lightly and steadily on the next level of support, like a black cat.

Feng Shixu laughed and jumped down.

The two men fought again, Feng Shixu holding a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, attacking alternately.

However, Shen Que only had a guard pistol, which he used as an ordinary defensive tool after the bullets were used up. He also had to be wary of cold bullets fired from the shore.

However, within a few minutes, Feng Shixu found that he could not gain any advantage over Shen Que.

The new spiritual power contains infinite and vigorous power, like the roots of a towering ancient tree, which is completely unfathomable.

Feng Shixu was a little surprised.

After the First Fleet was in trouble, he personally rescued Shen Que from the edge of the Eden Galaxy.

Feng Shixu knew better than anyone how serious Shen Que's injury was.

He originally thought that even if he returned to the fleet after sinking, he could only be a staff member or consultant. He didn't expect that he could recover to this extent. No wonder... the Queen was confident in letting him participate in the competition.

Feng Shixu's mouth corners curled up slightly.

It’s time…

He took out a round device the size of a fingertip from his pocket.

"Hey, Chen Que, I heard your glands have been cured?"

Shen Que was slightly stunned.

Feng Shixu pressed the device, and a special fragrance instantly overflowed from his fingertips.

Shen Que's pupils shrank, and he used force to block Kaifeng Shixu's sword and took two steps back.

The strange aroma penetrated every pore like a ghost. Shen Que's legs went limp.

He felt the pheromones in his glands stirring, and the light floral scent overflowed uncontrollably, accompanied by a familiar feeling of softness and heat.

He took another step back, his foot slipped, and he barely managed to keep his balance.

Feng Shixu smiled slightly and stretched his fingertips forward.

"Tell me, which smells better, this or General Pei's?"

"Commander Shen?"