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The evil selection transfer station, compared to the beautiful scenery of the transfer station world in the heavenly selection, the evil choice is very rough here.

Horror, evil, gore, aesthetic level is a mess.

It's scary.

Ordinary people will be bewitched by its rich aura almost as soon as they arrive in such a place, and they will either collapse or degenerate.

And now...the fifth transit station of the Evil Choice, before the Advent Battle Teleportation Array, there are crowds.

The breath is as somber as an abyss.

At the forefront, a piece of A-class Chosen One.

They are preparing.

Until the tall black-robed god at the front said lightly.

"If you come out, you will get it, but all men will die, and the chosen one will perish. ”

All the Chosen ones raised their weapons in unison.

The killing intent has been brewed, and the edge echoes!

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Lother and the others fought fiercely, and when they saw that the situation had been completed, they were naturally satisfied, but Amy had a headache.

It's over, the evil choice is coming, and such a big advent opening is enough for the evil chosen party to descend on an army.

She asked herself about the golden wall, the Chosen Here....

- a step slower, on the way to recruitment.

- At the fastest speed, it will take half an hour to bring people down.

Half an hour?The whole of NY is going to be razed, and just this half an hour is enough for the first chosen army to seize the initiative, absorb these huge energy masses, and close the advent gate.

At that time, the Chosen was not an opponent at all, and there was no support...

There is no second possibility of absolute defeat.

Amy analyzes the situation, feeling frustrated and anxious, this mentality is completely different from doing tasks before, because the worst failure of the mission is death, even if there is no money to resurrect, it is death, but if his native world is defeated, all relatives and friends and even the entire hometown human race will be extinct.

How miserable the occupied area is, all the Chosen know it.

So Amy's eyes were a little red, and he wanted to rush up and fight with Lother and the others, and William and the others were similar.

When the Advent comes, they won't even have a chance to fight hard before they will be killed in a single turn.

So it's better to wait for them to kill a few before they come.

William and the others gathered and rushed forward desperately, and Lothar saw the thunder points under the energy cluster, and knew that the advent light array was already preparing.

She smiled, drawing the sword from her waist.

When the advent state opens, there is not only the advent array, but there is another....limit is the rapid reduction.

Lother let out a breath and pulled out the crimson blood sword on his waist, and Zhenyuan returned.

The flying sword remnant flew away, and the sword light was fierce, which made William and the others change their faces, and Amy belonged to the Western Divine Court, and he had already known that the main and most common attack method of Dongfang Xiuzhen was the flying sword.

Awesome, awesome.

Lothor suddenly flew his sword, frightened several top ones, instinctively dodged, but the others couldn't dodge, seeing that their heads were about to be cut off...

It was also at this moment that someone seemed to be in the trance of the subtle overlap of time and space, and saw a person walking from the opposite street not far away, with a black sweatshirt and black mask, and a cup of coffee in her hand, as if she had finished drinking, she put the coffee cup into the trash can on the side.

By the way, the city garbage is sorted, and she also separates the cups.

Unhurried, slow.

It was as if her time was separate from theirs.

She is there, a normal, safe and casual free life, ordinary and comfortable.

Here, they are on a brutal and bloody battlefield, recruiting blood, and dying at any time.

But when the lid of the cup was separated from the body of the cup, she looked sideways, that pair of eyes, that gaze....

In an instant, the time and fear of the split overlapped.

It was also at that moment that the flying sword of the shuttle, the sharp sword light that wandered away....

Suddenly, a hand came.

Out of thin air.

He held the hilt of the flying sword out of thin air, his fingers hooked the hilt, and the afterimage was divided into two, three, and four points...Two people, three people, four people, and more than a dozen afterimages.

These afterimages are keeping up with the flying swords' flight veins, and they all catch these small flying swords, grab, control, then reverse, counterattack, and finally wipe their throats.

Kill fifteen people in an instant.

The last fifteen afterimages overlapped behind Lothor, and the silhouettes of the fifteen small flying swords also overlapped into the original Crimson Blood Sword.

The blade of the sword fell on her neck.

Wipe your throat directly.

At the moment when the blood flew in Lothar's throat, the blood mist changed, and a puppet stand-in fell to the ground, and the real Lother appeared on the roof of the bus two hundred meters away, kneeling there on one leg.

One of her hands was clutching her neck, blood streaming from between her fingers, and she held a pill between her fingertips, crushing the wound that had been smeared on her throat.

The sword was so fast that she could save herself with a life-saving puppet, but it still hurt her neck.

A wisp of sword qi, thinner than a hair, almost cut off her head.

This is the person who once defeated her, smiling and killing people mercilessly.

"Qin Yu, meet again. ”

"You still wear a mask, why, in your own world, do you need to cover up your role?"

Luo Ther didn't seem to be afraid of Qin Yu who could easily kill him, but instead smiled lightly.

Qin Yu turned around, looked at the crimson blood sword in his hand, and said lightly: "You are such a poor person, naturally you can't recognize the value of my mask." ”

Luo Ther was stunned, and soon learned from the golden wall that Qin Yu's mask was worth 2,000 stars, which was specially used to cover his body and breath.

In short, it is exclusively used by local tyrants, and money alone cannot buy it.

Limited Aristocratic Edition.

Lother was stabbed by Qin Yu's rough humiliation~ provoked.

2000 stars, a resurrected life! She bought a mask to pretend to be forced!

!

"Your popularity on the Chosen side must be very bad. ”

She laughs.

Qin Yu glanced at her lightly.

"You're stalling for time. ”

"Yes, they're coming, you can't kill me. ”

Lother smiled.

Behind him, darkness and light descended.

Huge pillars of dark light, shadows, descended from the sky, descended from beyond the sky, descended from thousands of universes.

They're coming.

Coming for the killing.

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Some people are destined to be frightened.

Fear all the Chosen One, all the powerful Abilities of the Homeland, and the elite soldiers of the many nations who have participated in many wars.

It also frightened the ordinary people who watched from all the high-rise buildings in the city center.

A pillar of light, a hell.

It sent a hell.

But the blood-red viscous air flow escaped from the pillar of light, and there were more than 9,000 black shadows in the pillar of light.

They have different appearances, different postures, different breaths, and even different strengths and backgrounds, but they have one thing in common - evil choice.

The body of evil choice.

Believers who fight for evil.

9999 selections, 120 A-level selections.

One advent, the highest advent card is not more than 10,000 deaths.

But it's enough....terrifying!!

Qin Yu glanced at Luo Ther coldly, and noticed that her expression and eyes were not surprised, only a strange... as if to say: There are really nearly 10,000 people here.

She was told that so many people would come.

Where's that person?

Qin Yu's fingertips rubbed slightly, and his eyes were cold.