The so-called blessings and disasters are coming, blessings and misfortunes are coming.

Escaping death from the paper man's lore is a blessing and a curse, but there is also a saying that disaster is not a single line, and there is also this catastrophe.

First of all, no matter where Zheng Ming's calamity is, all the "insiders" on the mainland sensed that something would happen when they saw that lightning, and they all prepared some countermeasures accordingly.

The prophet said that he sent all the tribesmen to the border, and I think it must have something to do with the "meat sac" that appeared on the border.

The picture continues to flip with his thoughts, and he comes to the elven border.

There are a lot of people here, and it is quite powerful when I first met the Holy Son, but in the center of the crowd is not the Holy Son, but an elf.

The elf leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, wiping the single bow in his hand, unoblivious to the growing number of people around him.

There was no trace of expression in his eyes, only a cloudy color, a gray one, including the expression on his face that looked very cold.

"Jort, the Prophet has asked us to take you back, and I hope you will come with us. ”

Out of the crowd came a big man, this big man is the new leader of the elf clan, named Si Xingping, burly, is a good dancer.

In the case of the general slimness of the elf clan, Si Xingping can be regarded as a wonder.

For some reason, the prophet suddenly found Si Xingping in the morning and directly handed over the task of encircling and suppressing Jort.

The tribe knew that the Prophet did not value his personal prestige in the clan when assigning tasks, but because the person was likely destined to encounter some irreversible danger, which in turn would likely lead to the death of the person.

I also tried to let the clansmen with this sign avoid that "moment of death" before, and finally found that the "power of fate" is inviolable.

Of course, Zheng Ming is an exception.

It is for this reason, out of respect for such people, that the Prophet chose to give them the opportunity to choose how they would die.

For the elves of peace, it is good to be able to live and work in peace, but if they do die, then they will choose to die in battle.

This is Si Xingping's choice.

When facing Jolt, he knew very well that he would definitely die, and it was because he knew this "inevitability" that he would not be afraid in his heart, and the prophet made it clear before he came that the elf in front of him was no longer the gentle tribesman he used to be.

Disobedience is strangled on the spot.

Seeing that Joert ignored it, Si Xingping was ready to do it.

However, before we do it, we need to explain to all the clansmen, "Companions, our company Xingping can stand here today, I think everyone knows what the reason is, Jolt is no longer the Jolt of the past, the prophet attaches great importance to it, now we have found him, just wait for the prophet to come." ”

Then he looked around, and before his words fell, he said, "Although I don't know what I died for in the predetermined death, since there is a chance to die in battle, please give me this opportunity." ”

Then he turned his gaze to Jolt, "Jolt, do you dare to fight me!"

Jort didn't reply, still wiping the single bow in his hand, just lightly pinched a leaf and threw it at Si Xingping.

The soft leaves shot out under his strength, the leaves were like a sword, braving a biting cold light, and the tips of the leaves were like sword blades pointing straight at Si Xingping's throat.

This was the scene in Si Xingping's eyes, and in the eyes of the people around him, Jolt really just threw a leaf casually, and the moment he threw it, a strong wind blew.

The wind didn't act on the entire area, just on a small leaf.

In their eyes, the leaves are still the soft leaves.

Softness and strength coexisted, and all eyes fell on it, feeling slow, but it galloped in front of Si Xingping's eyes in an instant.

A distance of thirty meters can be reached in just one second. 85

At this speed, Si Xingping didn't have time to react at all, and his facial expression was still impassioned.

It wasn't until the tip of the leaf touched the bridge of his nose and scratched a small blood mark that he suddenly came to his senses, and then fell to the ground out of instinct.

It's not that Joert missed or showed mercy, but the range he could attack was only thirty meters, just like that leaf, just scratching the bloody mark on the bridge of Si Xingping's nose and quietly falling.

Fierceness and gentleness are always changing.

"How did he get so strong. ”

One elf frantically fled from the thirty-meter attack range, and the other elves did the same, hearing his exclamation, they echoed it.

They knew before they came that Jort might be difficult to deal with, and they didn't expect it to be so strong.

The elves all have a question in their hearts, such a strong person, among so many people, is only Si Xingping going to die?

The fear of death hangs over everyone's heart.

Others' fear is because of the undetectability of the future, but for Si Xingping, there is only one future for him, life and death!

He only needs to do one thing now.

Let the brilliance of death shine.

The companions saw Si Xingping get up from the ground, his feet trembling because of the fear in his heart, and the panic in his eyes began to go crazy as he got up.

How can this be fought? I can't fight at all!

Just let me touch him!

I don't know why, Si Xingping suddenly had such an idea.

In the dark, I always felt that when Jolt lowered his head, he was also silently paying attention to him.

Sure enough, as he took his first step forward, a leaf swished, piercing directly into his thigh, and then embedded deep in the flesh.

"Ahh

The severe pain caused Si Xingping to kneel on one foot and instinctively cover the wound with both hands, and this pain was transmitted to the nerves throughout his body and to his consciousness at the same time.

The place where the leaf was punctured was also the thigh artery, and the blood flowed out involuntarily, and as he got up, the speed of the flow became faster.

Si Xingping could feel that his vitality was rapidly disappearing, and he didn't have much time at all.

Just touch him.

The second, third, and fourth steps were taken continuously, and he had to stop because of the pain, staggering and almost falling.

The leaves followed, this time three leaves, shot out at the same time, aiming at his other thigh, and his arms.

The angles are tricky, and they are all arteries.

The surrounding elves were silent, this was not the first time they had encountered such a thing, and they were convinced of the prophet's prophecies.

But they couldn't do it when they saw their companions die like this.

The first clansmen began to walk into the thirty-meter attack range as well.

It was still a leaf that responded to him, but he didn't fall, and yelled at Si Xingping in severe pain, "Old Si, I'll help you bear part of the attack, you can go with confidence!"

This clansman made such a choice, and even he didn't know if he would embrace death because of it.