Si Xingping's consciousness was rather confused, and he could vaguely hear the clansman shouting at him, and he was immediately overwhelmed by the severe pain, he just relied on instinct to move on.

Seeing him raise his foot, the clansman resolutely stepped out one step ahead, but he didn't know that Joert threw a leaf in two directions at the same time.

Two dull nasal voices sounded at the same time, and the other clansmen no longer dared to watch this scene, and the noise of the scene also stopped in an instant, and they all silently watched the two of them move forward together.

A few leaves were stuck in their flesh, and they kept going.

I don't know when it started, within a thirty-meter attack range, another figure walked in, and as the exclamation sounded, the second person, the third person, and even dozens of clansmen stepped forward one after another.

The speed between Jolt's fingers became faster and faster, and when he reached the back, he could only see a remnant, dozens of leaves shooting out at the same time, stabbing into the body of each clansman.

The sound of flesh being pierced came and went.

The clansman who came in at the beginning had fallen to the ground weakly, not knowing life and death, Si Xingping had more scars on his body, and there was no flesh and blood on his body.

He also fell, but the madness in his eyes did not go out, and after he fell, he used the strength of his jaw to support the ground, allowing his body to move forward.

There were more and more clansmen stepping into this range, and Jolt was no longer in that indifferent posture, holding a handful of leaves between his fingers, looking at the people around him blankly.

Draw the bow, shoot, draw the bow again, shoot again!

The leaves were no longer visible, and often when the first leaf was inserted into the body of the clansman, the second leaf followed.

There were many fifth-order powerhouses in the crowd, and farther away, there were spirits more powerful than the fifth-order rushing towards this side.

The distance between Si Xingping and Joelt was only five meters, and when he looked up, his original appearance could no longer be seen on his face.

One could feel that he was dead, but the body was still moving instinctively.

Four meters, three meters, two meters.

And even the last meter!

There were no leaves to use around, so Jolt grabbed a handful of branches, jumped down from the tree, and landed just in front of Si Xingping, looking at him blankly.

Then, without hesitation, he drew his bow to his head.

Before the branch could shoot out, Si Xingping's fleshy palm lightly rested on his foot, and it was lifeless.

As his movements stopped completely, the other clansmen fell powerlessly, and their lives were uncertain.

"Jolt, are you crazy, they are all your clansmen!" The reinforcements behind arrived at the same time, and a sixth-order elder couldn't help but scold.

In this regard, Jolt is only an arrow.

The branches whistled past, brushing the elder's cheeks, and planted fiercely into the big tree behind him.

The others didn't feel it, but this elder, as a sixth order, could sense some clues.

There was only a first-order aura on Jolte's body, but with that attack just now, even he was not sure that he would be able to follow.

As soon as he came back to his senses, he wanted to see why he missed the shot, but he saw a strange black mist behind Jolt.

Yes, this time it wasn't that he missed, but a dagger poked out of the black mist and smeared it around his neck. 117

Could this be the end? Si Xingping's death, the clansmen supported it, and in the end, it turned out to be such a strange result.

"ShadowClan, why are you in our elven clan!" the elder commanded the other reinforcements to rescue the clansmen on the ground, and questioned the ShadowClan himself.

"See the Prophet. ”

There was only a brief word from the black mist, and he disappeared with Jolt's body wrapped in it.

The elder glanced deeply in the direction of the Holy Land, and then his thoughts were distracted by the painful cries of his clansmen.

When he came to an elf, he was just about to rescue him, when he heard this clansman say, "Leave us alone for now, see how Si Xingping is, he is the most seriously injured." ”

The elder followed the trembling hands of his clan and pointed not far away, where there was only a puddle of minced meat, and he could not even make out a complete human appearance.

"Did that Jolt do it?"

The elder silently channeled magic power to this clansman, holding back that breath, and when he saw the clansman nodding, he squinted his eyes slightly and turned his head away, unable to see what he was thinking.

In the elven clan, a black mist is constantly shuttling in the forest, and often as soon as its shadow is seen clearly, it flashes in front of its eyes in an instant, and the corpse of an elf can still be vaguely seen wrapped around its side.

"Huh?" As a light sound sounded, the corpse's fingers moved slightly, and then a low murmur was heard from the black mist, "This is not dead." ”

The black mist wriggled for a while, completely enveloping the corpse, and the speed of its progress increased in vain.

The direction it is going in is the holy land of the elves.

On the other hand, near the sacred tree, the Prophet stood in front of Milian with a sad face, while Milian looked angry, what must have happened between them, and some arguments could be faintly heard.

"Mixiu, are you crazy, get out of the way, those clansmen will have to die there if it's too late. Mirien lashed out at the Prophet in an unquestioning tone, and the king's breath was unobstructed.

"I've sent the elders, we can't go. The prophet's face was grieved, but he still prevented Miriam from passing.

But no matter what Milian asked, he didn't explain, just answered with the same sentence.

In short, I just can't go.

Milian thought of the uncontrollable danger at the front, and was about to make a move on the Prophet, when he stared sharply into the woods.

The prophet's body began to permeate with milky white magic, and his pupils were replaced by a brilliant light, this power Milian did not know, and quickly stopped his hand, and followed his gaze towards the woods.

A rush of footsteps approached the holy site, interspersed with the sound of grass and trees being trampled.

At the same time as the sound came, a black mist rushed out of the woods, but it was suddenly imprisoned by some force and suddenly stopped.

The black mist stopped flowing, and it froze there eerily, and in the blink of an eye, the Prophet reappeared next to him, and an extra crack appeared in the space.

After perceiving it carefully, the prophet withdrew his strength, the brilliant light quietly receded, and the milky white magic around him also dissipated, and the black mist fell to the ground weakly, revealing a skeleton and an elf corpse.

It was only when the Prophet took a step back that the black mist enveloped them anew.

I saw that the black mist "spit" the elf corpse to the ground again, and at the same time, a male voice sounded, "What is this? ”

The man's way of speaking is rather strange, and it is still so short.

The prophet didn't answer in a hurry, but carefully looked at the elven corpse before he said to the black mist, "Shadow Mo, it seems that you still killed it." ”