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10,000 years is really too long——.

All eyes were wide open at this moment.

The first Moorish Blood Elf Mage, supported by Fei Luo, was walking step by step across the obsidian bridge naturally formed on the Gibraltar River, and walked under the blood-colored banners of the large group of blood elves.

Whether this battle needs to be fought again depends largely on whether this Moorish mage has accumulated virtue or not.

Fei Luo ** sturdy upper body, carrying a white cloth flag on his shoulder, accompanied the Moore mage to the opposite army, and did not look back.

Fat Luo is not fat, he is exposed with rock-like muscles, and his body is crisscrossed with shocking scars, like pine roots; Seven long knives of gold and steel were strangled by a palm-wide copper-headed cowhide belt on the waistband of his trousers, and these seven knives were still supported by the mammoth heavy cavalry, and finally did not make trouble to the point that there were no knives available on the spot.

Although the back of the Mammoth Knife Saint is rough, it is as clean as a blank piece of paper, except for the newly shaved stubble, there is not a single scar on it, and the Moorish soldiers with a little common sense should know that the enemy carrying the white flag in front of him has never had the habit of fleeing with his back to the enemy, and his injuries are all left by facing the enemy head-on.

Naked upper body is also a request for fat Luo. Convinced of his superior martial arts, he even refused the "Death Lord's Shield" that the lord asked the little nun to give him.

In his words, it's called psychological warfare! Regardless of whether you fight or not, let the other party be shorter first.

Fei Luo thought that his figure was still good, as for the scars, most of them were cut by himself, Fei Luo was very vain, when he used to be beaten without a cane, he always let the cook drip blood on his pants when he slaughtered the beast.

His idea had a good effect, whether it was on the surface or underground, a warrior as majestic as Mammoth Hercules was extremely rare, and a warrior with full glory was even rarer, and this kind of warrior was often the highest cripple rate on the battlefield. Most of the warriors in the Moorish army could hardly believe that there was anyone in this world who could be as tall and strong as the King of the Hill and the Typhon giant, and the closer they were to this warrior, the more they had the illusion that every Grey Dwarf warrior and Moore was looking up to Gao Tong.

Wearing a seven-handled Vajra long knife, Fei Luo Long walked through the army of ten thousand horses, and his face was still the signature bantering smile. In order to pose for pose, Fei Luo's eye sockets have been covered with a pair of gold silk ink crystal glasses, even though a pair of big copper bell-like eye bubbles are covered, but the eyes that are like swords are still shooting from the world behind the sunglasses on this battlefield.

Fat Luo's eyes were unscrupulous and rampant, his gaze was like a spark bursting out when he struck a machete on the money, without the slightest consciousness of carrying a white flag. His expression was like that of a victorious general parade through the battlefield and the opponents who came to send him again.

Liu Zhenzhen walked out of the valley with all the warriors from the U-shaped mountain pass and came to the north bank.

This is also to make a final plan in case of collapse, and instead of guarding the gap in the valley, it is better to jam the head of the beehive-like stone bridge. If you kill the red eye, the double big oil melon can't knock back these guys, Liu Zhenzhen has the most helpless trick - use the space ring to load the soldiers with each other, and then slide their feet.

But if he does that, Liu Zhenzhen's hard work will be in vain.

The Grey Dwarf warriors on the south bank were horrified to find that in the valley opposite, in addition to their old rivals, the Takin Warrior and the Typhon Giant, there were dozens of opponents exactly the same as the white flag-carrying envoy, they were a strong, arm-like nose, braid beard, and arrogant and indifferent eyes that were unforgettable at a glance.

Behind them, a stronger samurai stumbled, fiercely shaved head, and two baleen hung diagonally. Behind this stronger samurai stood a particularly strong samurai with a pair of evil triangular eyes.

When did the Underground Rage Continent have so many god-like warriors?

The frightened eyes of the gray dwarf warriors who advocated force and superstitious violence couldn't hide their frightened eyes staring at this large group of warriors who were too too forced in appearance, and their hearts sank, and all kinds of guesses were like a kaleidoscope.

Liu Zhenzhen stepped out of the crowd step by step under the starry and moon-like atmosphere, standing proudly in front of all the warriors, and the Moors under the blood-colored giant banner looked at each other across the river, although the light here is not as hot as in the Valley of Flames, but the eyes of every Mozhaotou, every gray dwarf, and every bull eagle man focused on him the moment he appeared, no matter how bright the stars in the night sky were, after the dawn broke, the brightest light was always Debolo.

Liu's shocking eyes are like the dazzling sunshine, moistening all things in heaven and earth, but once you gaze at him, your eyes will involuntarily slide away, because he is blooming with an uncompromising light all the time.

Forty musk cavalry drove the Newtonian giant bird under the crotch, unfurled the flesh wings of the beggars, echoing the Moorish air riders riding pig-faced troll bats on the opposite bank, and the tide lord Grion flickered with huge wind wings, and after a series of strange laughs, disappeared into thin air.

Whoever it is, they will be terrified of a super-level magical beast that can use "stealth magic", and the demons on the other side of the river fell into chaos, and puffs of blood-colored mist erupted from the hands of the Moorish mages with blood-colored light balls around their necks, spreading into the sky, and the detection magic and shields were sold one by one.

"My lord, I've been standing with my tail around for a long time, it's time for me to come down and rest, right?" Olajuwon, the warrior of the Mori Snake, suppressed his throat and muttered to the lord in the distance.

"Hold on, it's not common for an eight-meter-tall samurai, if you coil your tail, it's not as tall as me, and you're still intimidating the other party." Without waiting for the lord to speak, the whale warrior Figao gave the Medusa a fierce look.

"Three breaths, half a breath." Nedved stood behind Liu Zhenzhen and squirmed his lips slightly.

Zheqin, the archer of the House clan, still has dozens of Annihilation Armor Breaking Demon Arrows in his hand, and he has not been willing to use them just now. The meaning of his statement was that at this distance, with the super range of the Flea Tendon Strong Bow and his archery skills, there was absolutely no problem in sniping at the other party's half of the Moorish mages with blood cells around their necks in three breaths.

Any army has shortcomings, and Moore is no exception, a magician who should be intensively protected, regretting due to the height of the gray dwarf. It could never be perfect, and these Blood Elf mages shouldn't ignore the power of each other's bed crossbows and stand at what they thought were safe. With the weak physique of the elven warriors surrounded by these mages and the habit of not emphasizing armor, it is absolutely not a problem that a strong bow with flea tendons can penetrate several people with a single arrow.

10,000 years ago, the crossbow had not yet been invented.

Liu Zhenzhen listened to the words of the centaur archer, and was speechless for a while, if he really came to that point, he would deviate farther and farther from his original intention, what should he do?

The situation seemed to be heading for a bad place, and now that the white flag had been raised, the hostility of the Moorish army had not changed in the slightest, and the two dwarf kings who were desperately beating their drums turned to look at the slowly approaching Fei Luo with cold eyes. One on the left and one on the right, two huge bodies blocking Rodman's path.

Of course, there is no problem with the small body of the blood elf mage passing through the gap left by the two of them, Rodman is a little smaller, the two kings of the hill don't look like the kind that will give way, the dwarves are originally known for their strength, the strength of the dwarves of one meter and two is already comparable to that of the minotaurs, and the five-meter-high dwarf kings of the hills, even if they are poor in imagination, can imagine how terrifying their strength will be - Mammoth Hercules is only slightly inferior to them.

The two kings of the hill were still beating the war drums desperately, as if they were demonstrating, and the sound of the drums was loud enough to reduce a normal person's hearing to ninety decibels, and there was a flame of hatred in their eyes that was suppressed to the point of deformation. In front of these four flames, even steel will be melted by the "squeak" of incineration.

When the gray dwarf warriors around him saw this scene of the secret battle, they immediately pulled their throats desperately and made noise, and Fat Luo's eyes swept over the faces of the gray dwarf warriors around him one by one, and every gray dwarf warrior who was swept by his gaze involuntarily lowered the volume by an octave, and when these gray dwarf warriors realized their unintentional cowardice and cowardice, and were about to turn the situation back with a bigger tone, they were greeted by a faint ridicule on the corner of Fat Luo's lips.

The flames erupted from the eyes of the two kings of the hill even more turbulent, and the hostility of the twin ghosts slamming on the door became more and more intense, Rodman's eyes met this provocation directly, his steps were still heavy and powerful, without the slightest timidity, and everyone noticed a detail, the majestic warrior had already picked open the two handles of the sword at his waist with his fingers, and the solid blade and scabbard gently rubbed a trace of hoarse friction.

The clear expression on Fat Luo's face told everyone that if anyone dared to stand in his way, he would definitely be stabbed by him.

The two kings of the hill hesitated slightly, probably not expecting this enemy envoy carrying the white flag to have such courage, just this one was stunned, Rodman had already walked towards them without dodging, the eyes of the two kings of the hill were firmly fixed on Rodman's hands, those powerful hands were already exposed, and the two dwarf kings of the hills finally made way the moment he approached.

In front was a faltering blood elf mage, and behind was a straight, straight-waisted Rodman, until the two of them passed through, and the two kings of the hill were still staring at Fei Luo's back in a daze, their eyes were complicated.

"Rodman is really a big flower worm!" Seeing this scene, even the boss on the other side of the river who silently sweated for Feiluo couldn't help but cheer.

The released blood elf mage and a majestic Moorish elf under the blood-colored giant banner connected his head, and Rodman consciously stood on the periphery, the words spoken by these blood elves were all elven language, even if he leaned over, he couldn't understand it, so he simply didn't join in the fun. Fat Luo's small eyes would turn around on the major artery of the neck of the two kings of the hill not far away, as if choosing an incision to go down; After a while, he was looking at the Gibraltar River, as if he was choosing a perfect way to escape in case of a scuffle.

This meeting of the Moors was almost the most important moment to decide the future of the indigenous people of the Angry Flame Continent and Liu Zhen's dream of enclosure, everyone held their breath, and the militiamen held their weapons in their hands, tightening, loosening and tightening.

What was originally a discussion between the two Moors gradually attracted the participation of the other Moors, and from across the river, these Moors seemed to be arguing very hotly.

A smile appeared on Liu Zhenzhen's face, and if there was an argument, it meant that the Moore who was released did not talk nonsense, it seemed that these blood elves were indeed persistent in their belief in returning to the surface.

Soon, the Moorish elf, who had been released back as a peacemaker, walked towards the waiting Fat Luo with a spring breeze on his face, his steps still so faltering, but his face was full of smug smiles.

Fat Luo raised an eyebrow at the Moorish elf and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

All the Beamon warriors on this side of the river looked at each other and smiled, it seemed that there was a door!

Everyone seems to have underestimated the cunning of the fallen elves, whether it is Liu Zhenzhen or Fei Luo, it is too early to be happy! Without any warning, perhaps because Moore's way of giving battle orders was very hidden, several troll bats hovering above Fatty's head shot at least five calyx long swords entwined with red light at this moment, straight through Fatland's brain.

Rodman was surrounded by the enemy camp, and he was already on the defensive, and he didn't dare to relax at all, but at this moment, he saw that the Moore mage who came with him showed a look that seemed to have successfully communicated, and his heart was also relieved.

Suddenly, although he was a little in a hurry when he encountered a sneak attack, after all, he was also experienced in a hundred battles, and after all, he did not mess up, and a light sliding step brought out three clanging dragon roars, only to see several cold lights suddenly rise, and a spark burst out on the heavy iron curtain that swung in the air, and this calyx long sword was all cut into several pieces of scrap iron by the King Kong long knife.

The furious Mammoth Blade Saint realized at this time that the treacherous Moore Mage was actually confusing himself, and just wanted to rush over to end up with this damn Moore Mage, when he suddenly received two heavy blows in the back, his chest shook heavily, his eyes were black, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and he opened his mouth with a "wow" and spewed out a puff of red blood.

A Moorish mage beckoned, and the blood spurting out of the fat Luo was like a long swimming snake. Suddenly, he was sucked into his hand, blending into a string of blood balls, and shooting them into the long sword held horizontally in the hands of the swordsmen who rode on the pig-faced troll bat in the air.

Blood Lead!

Once you are attacked by your own blood, you may be sucked out of your body with all your blood! Partial magic has its own viciousness!

"We need your magic teleportation array! But we don't want to give up hatred! The released Blood Elf mage laughed, "Just catch you!" Naturally, there is a way for you to help us make a magic teleportation array! ”

"Obis Ratch!" Liu Zhen bared his teeth and opened his clothes, and the Guli Fire System in the pocket flashed with a moving light.

The two heavy blows on Fei Luo's back, only the Beamons on the other side of the river could see clearly—————————— the two hill dwarf kings very suddenly and very insidiously took advantage of Rodman's back to them, and the sneak attack weapon was in their hands with gray-white light beast bone drumsticks, under the strong power of the two hill kings, the two beast bone drumsticks were like lightning flashes, wrapped in a cloud of silver-gray energy and smashed into Rodman's strong back.

"Damn the 'Hammer of the Storm'!" Chief Typhon roared, and his hands tore open a huge distance, and a meteorite the size of a leatherball, glittering with flames, slowly condensed into shape.

The two "storm hammers" that hit Rodman were really very domineering to the extreme, and the huge physical power possessed by the dwarf king of the hill was really amazing, with the physical fitness and muscle strength of Fat Luo, even if Corina slammed an electric cannon into his chest, if he wanted to spit blood in his mouth, he had to use seventy percent of his strength, but these two kings of the hill actually did this with two drumsticks! What's even more unbelievable is that these two so-called "storm mallets" obviously carry a vertigo effect, after Fei Luo was hit by two flying mallets and spewed blood, the whole person immediately began to spun around like drunk, his legs fluttered in circles, and the two short and one long three gold and steel machetes pinched in his hands and nose also slid weakly and weakly, smashing up a huge cloud of dust on the earth.

Dwarves can be said to be the most sluggish race to the power of the elements, and the King of the Hill can perform like this, which is worthy of a rare outlier among dwarves!

The moment the Moors attacked Fat, Nedved immediately returned the color.

The Moorish mages had also intended to sneak up on Rodman, and a sharp annihilation feather arrow swept into the air and pierced through the magic shield they had already opened. It was like wearing a kebab, piercing the mages in the front row, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen of the Moore mages fell, all of them were shot together by feathered arrows. There is a small window on the chest and back, and there is still ice on it, which is absolutely cool.

The surrounding gray dwarven warriors rushed over waving their battle shields, and the remaining mages all lay on the ground without grace, because only in this way did they rely on the height of the dwarves to dodge such ultra-long-range blows from the other party.

The sky was instilled with blood to attract the ground bat elf knights, and they were also named by Liu Zhen, and the sputtered shrapnel made the bat knights who were reunited a lot of trouble, and the nine consecutive water arrows and fireballs were also mixed in for a while. But soon, countless bloodline magic began to relieve these batriders, and after protecting themselves, the mage was the best guardian on the battlefield.

The two kings of the hill did not give Rodman, who was in a state of vertigo, a respite, and the strong warriors of Beamon had a certain innate ability to resist demons, and these two kings of the hill pulled out a huge axe like a door panel behind their waists with their backhands, holding a drumstick in one hand and a giant axe in the other, and viciously pounced on the fat Luo who was dangling Luo in place.

The bronze fire system in Liu Zhenzhen's hand calmly folded and reloaded, and with a gunshot, the king of a hill on the other side of the river covered his eyes in pain, stopped the pace of the charge, and let out a heaven-shattering roar.

The Moors probably couldn't figure out how ———————————————— long-range weapons in the hands of the Beamon on the other side could be so domineering, and the two sides wanted to be at least 1,200 yards apart! Magic is enough, how can even bows and arrows come in handy? In history and legend, it seems that only the Moon Elf's bird-wing ballista has this kind of power, right?

Both sides were shocked by each other's strength, and there was a brief gap on the battlefield for a while, the only thing that did not stop the action at hand was another hill dwarf king, if the fighting mentality was swayed by the comrades around him, it was not a king of the hill, hearing the pain howl of his partner, the king of the hill didn't even blink his eyes, wielding a giant axe, it seemed slow but fast, swaying his body in three steps and two steps in front of Rodman, who was in a dizzy state, The door-like axe slammed into Rodman's head, and the wind that enveloped the axe as it pressed down sent a string of sonic booms into the air around him.

The dwarves are all experts at playing with axes, and this axe is along the central axis of the top of the fat skull, breaking the skull, and also splitting the spine, even if the god of war himself comes, he will die under the lore of this axe.

A huge gap appeared in Fei Luo's body that had been split in half, like two light and fluttering clouds, and fell crookedly to the left and right.

While admiring his excellent axe skills, the King of the Hill was also surprised to find that this tough opponent who was split in half did not even splash a single bit of blood, which couldn't help but make the Dwarf King of the Hill who was ready to meet the red color, and then lick the thick blood on the giant axe with his tongue, and then put on a style to report a series of Boolean B lines.

"Gnome!" Rodro interrupted the King of the Hill with a roar of rage, and with this roar, two long knives swept towards the King of the Hill's throat, one left and one right.

These two long knives belonged to the two majestic Mammoth Blades, and they slashed the Adam's apple of the King of the Hill diagonally from the left and right sides of the King of the Hill.

This is the stunt ———————— "mirror" in the Green Party's knife technique!

This is a "mirror image" that can be used to eliminate and purify all the bad states with several different doppelgangers! Rodman's "mirror image" is a second-order, which can conjure up two identical clones, although it has no attack power, it is a real person-like existence, and the one who has just been cut open by the king of the hill with an axe is a full Xibei goods.

The Green Party Mantis, as the only Zerg Beamon who has survived from the era of the Great War of Gods and Demons. If you don't have absolute strength, how can you get out of three world wars! Unlike most of the Beamon warriors' housekeeping skill "Madness" and the "fighting spirit" of human warriors, the Greens have always practiced a pure "telekinesis", using the power of cultivation to compensate for the weak body, thus creating a completely different fighting style from the world, exerting powerful lethality—————————— whether it is a mirror image, or a swift wind step, a back, a jump slash and a dance blade storm, all of which are powerful attack patterns produced in this outstanding cultivation method.

As an instructor of the Earth Sword Technique of the Beamon Kingdom and a recognized Sword Saint, for countless years, in the hands of the Sword Saint of the Green Party Clan, in the hands of a disciple and identity of a foreign race, there are only no more than ten people, nine of whom are Beamon of the Munk Clan. The other one is none other than the current Mammoth Hercules Rodman!

The King of the Hill changed from a sneak attacker to a sneak attacker in an instant.

One true and one false, the two sword saints slanted over this knife, does not belong to the most powerful jump in the Green Party knife technique, but belongs to the "one-handed sword drawing technique" in the goblin two-handed swordsmanship, although the razor mountain goblins once lost to the Fei Leng Cui militia in the virgin battle to defend the land, but they also won the unanimous sympathy of the Fei Leng Cui, the most outstanding warrior among the big goblins is not only proficient in two-handed weapons, but also has the skill of one-handed specialization. Their "one-handed sword drawing technique" focuses on using a small arc between the scabbard and the body as a lever, using instantaneous power to pull the sword out, and using the principle of speed and lever arc as explosive force, providing a multi-pleth-more lethal attack method for the goblin warriors who are not known for their strength.

This kind of "one-handed sword drawing technique" is of course not as effective as the traditional continuous fencing skills of the goblin warriors in the battle of the Great Army, but in one-on-one duels, it can have an outstanding effect of tricky angles and several times the increase in strength.

Rodman used to take a rattan boat in the middle of the Sanggan River, waiting for a huge wave to rush down from the upper reaches of the ground for several days, without eating or drinking, and cut the huge wave in half with the power of only one sword. This kind of "slashing waves" and the sword drawing technique of the goblin have the same goal in principle, and they both pursue the purpose of killing with one blow.

Once the Green Party Knife Saint can comprehend the true meaning of this final form of knife technique, the spring serrated knife on the arm will automatically fall off, and the human knife will become one and enter the extreme path.

Rodman is still too far from the realm of the Extreme Path, whether it is martial arts or magic, it is very, very difficult to cultivate to the highest level, and there is no end to learning, even if he is involved in the Extreme Path, it is the same.

Most accomplished people will find that they are still so far away from the ultimate goal when they exercise themselves to a certain height, if the ultimate goal is compared to the moon, then they feel at most that they have climbed to the top of the mountain to look at the moon, and all living beings are still looking on the ground, and at most a few people have climbed to the trees to see, and suddenly look back, maybe they find that the historical heroes they have worshipped are actually just standing on a mountain a little higher than themselves and watching.

Modest people are not necessarily masters of the Extreme Path, but there is no one who is not modest. This is also the reason why the magician Puska of St. Chio is approachable, but he shakes half a bottle of water like Ortega.

When he encountered an insurmountable bottleneck in the cultivation period, he tried to integrate some other martial arts and create his own most suitable sword technique, so as not to make the pursuit of higher goals so confusing and painful, but to inspire a kind of creative happiness.

His choice is undoubtedly the most correct, Fei Lengcui's intense combat career has given him the best stage to verify himself, and the mentors and friends around him have also given him countless sparks of inspiration, starting from the original creation of his own "Three Swordsmanship", and then to today's sword drawing technique conceived from the swordsmanship———————————————— this is a genius idea! The arc curve of the golden steel machete is more tense than that of the long sword, so after integrating the swordsmanship skills that the goblins are good at, this "backhand knife" created by Fei Luo is fierce and fierce. The lord personally gave him the name "Fatal Knife".

In front of this mighty Haitian "fatal knife", all the king of the hill could do was to subconsciously shrink his head, open the door with the giant axe and bone mallet in his hand, and swing back with all his might, blindly, in the hope of meeting the two long knives that slashed at the throat and blocked the catastrophe.

Although one of them is a mirror image with no attack power, the King of the Hill does not know which one is true and which one is false, and at this moment it can only be said that it is all about the destiny of heaven. If the bone mallet meets this sharp machete, the toes want to know what the consequences are.

I don't know if it's luck or not, the king of the hill is really right, the real Rodman pulled out the long knife and the door like a giant axe came an intimate wet kiss, the mirror long knife passed through his body, and did not cause any trouble for the dwarven king.

The most terrifying scene happened!

The huge axe in the hand of the King of the Hill was like a piece of papyrus, and was cut in half by Rodman's long knife, and with the sparks that burst into his eyes, the reaction force slammed the back of the axe on the chest of the King of the Hill.

"It's time to be reasonable!" Rodman immediately threw away the long knife stuck in the middle of the giant axe, quickly pulled out the two long knives from under his waist, and pulled out the crossed "big cross slash" with his backhand, opening the belly of the king of the hill who was vomiting blood by the back of the axe and opening two terrifying gaps, the huge body of the king of the hill was pulled by the sharp and heavy double knives and rotated in place, Rodman's nose pulled out the last long knife from under the flank, and the body was a heavy jump split!

The King of the Hill's skull snapped bones, and a lock of gray hair was chopped and splattered into the air.

Rodman pulled out a knife flower with both hands, and with a loud sound, the long knife was sheathed, and the long knife rolled in his nose was blown out of his nostrils with a cloud of anger from his nostrils, with a thick and messy and green snot, like a crossbow, stabbing through the already frightened Moorish crook ten paces away, and stabbing it upside down on a stone.

"What do I do?" Fei Luo pointed to his nose, looked at the Moore mage and scolded hatefully: "Lao Tzu just came to see you girl!" ”

I don't know how many brilliant auras flashed on his body, and I don't know how many evil auras flashed on the body of the Moore army, and the fiery meteorite was like a meteor in the sky, pulling out and knocking out the rain of fire in the sky.

At the center of focus, Rodman smiled and jumped backwards into the icy Gibraltar River.

The remaining hill dwarf king, without even bothering to wipe the blood droplets from the corners of his eyes, roared wildly and swung a storm hammer and smashed it at the weapon Beamon, and the gray in the air also appeared, launching a dense "frost shower", knocking those pig-faced batriders to the ground, and a few outlaw bullhawks swept through the low altitude, and the weapons in their hands were soared towards the mammoth Blade Saint who was in the limelight.

The fat Luo who fell in the air let out a series of strange screams, but he couldn't shoot this dense blow, and he was hit with a flower all over his face, and the weapon that hit him was very strangely bounced back, even the storm hammer was no exception, and it was heavily chiseled into the already bleeding blurred eye socket of the dwarf king of the hill.

A chaotic magical long-range shot!

On the surface of the River of Gibraltar, a sausage-like nose poked into the water, and fled straight to the other side of the river, with countless magical auras in the sky above this nose to protect him.

"What a holy armor!" Liu Zhenzhen gave the little nun a thumbs up approvingly: "Thorn aura, rebound fifty percent of the attack power!" We don't have this ability in the Beamon Battle Song! It's just that the cooldown time is a little faster. ”

"It's not me!" Little nun Joan of Arc's face turned red, this series of electric and flint-like changes made her dazzled, where did she have this adaptability.

Helen quietly made a V-sign on the side and smiled sweetly at Liu Zhen.

On the other side of the river, the king of the hill, who had been stabbed three times, staggered to his feet again, roared angrily, scooped his wriggling intestines with both hands, and stuffed them back into the cross on his stomach.

A heavy flaming bolt shot into his chest, causing him to let out a terrible scream.

Standing lazily on the ring mountain of the Valley of Flames, holding a heavy crossbow in its two slick wings, the dysentery giant crane Yushu set off by the two big beauties beside him was as windy as the wind.

The Moorish blood elves are almost crazy, how can even a bird play with an ultra-long-range bow and arrow? When was this long-range bow and arrow invented? Could it be that the civilization of the earth has evolved to the point where this bird also shoots arrows?

"This is ........................," Nedved said, sniffing, ".................. Ganggang's! ”