"No, I've been digging into a corner." Xiao Wangge was dumbfounded, I couldn't believe that Bi Mo Luo was recruited, but I grew up with Bi Mo Luo, what kind of talent Bi Mo Luo, can I not know.

"Is this guy very talented?" The pupils of the Broken Sky shrank, because the threshold of the Dark Guild is very high, and those who have no talent basically can't enter, and those who can enter are all talented.

Compared with the shock of others, the members of the dark crow are the most incredible, but I didn't expect that Sanqianhan's evaluation of pen and ink would be so high.

"You are stupid to me, a vice-captain also wants me to rebel, I want to be beautiful." Bi Moluo doesn't care about the position of deputy captain at all, but he is the head of the regiment, so there is no reason to lower his identity.

"It seems that you still don't know what the vice-captain represents, let me tell you."

San Qianhan didn't get angry, just took a light step, and then an inexplicable force spread out with Sanqianhan's footsteps.

It wasn't until 3,000 Han stepped into the distance of ten meters that the pen and ink fell back almost instinctively, widening the distance, revealing the appearance of facing a great enemy.

The members of the pinnacle of "rubbing" also retreated at the same time, their expressions full of horror.

"What's wrong?" The players around were stunned, how did the painting style change, a hundred people abused one person, how could they still go back.

"Haha, pen and ink fell on you coward, did you pee your pants?" Xiao Wangge laughed when he saw the pen and ink falling and eating deflated.

"This calf dares to taunt Lao Tzu, wait for me to go back and kill you." The pen and ink are aggrieved in my heart, and I want to scold people.

"What's the matter, are you interested in the crows now?" Sanqian Han smiled and watched the pen and ink fall.

"What kind of monster is this" is the head of the regiment at the peak of love, and he has experienced no less than a hundred battles, and he has never died in such close contact.

Even if San Qianhan didn't make a move, Bi Moluo still felt a sense of oppression at the level of life, and he couldn't breathe at all, as if life was no longer under his control.

"Commander, do you know what's going on?" Watching the battle of many guilds from a distance, the female magician Hanyan asked who was with the leader of the battle, the sinner.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person is most likely a martial arts master." The sinner said with a solemn face, because he was a martial artist himself, but he had never reached this realm.

"Martial arts master?" This time, who had a falling out with the competing team, and they discussed what a martial arts master was.

"Commander, what is a martial arts master, how do you look very afraid." Qiu Luoye, the deputy head of the regiment, asked curiously, in his mind, his own head of the regiment was very powerful, why did he suddenly change today.

"That's right, Commander, let's talk about it, cute." Hanyan gave the sinner a flying kiss and asked coquettishly.

"That is a mythical world that only those who have stepped on extraordinary power can have access to, and it is precisely this person who is a powerful martial artist." The sinner said with a wry smile, he used to think that the highest level of light martial arts was nothing more than the wind silent, the snow without a trace, and crossing the river with a reed, until he was fortunate enough to witness a powerful realm martial artist volleying into the void, and suddenly found that this was simply a fairy method.

Just when everyone was guessing what to do with the three thousand colds, the pen and ink fell and took the lead in using the skill "shadow attack", but before they got close to the three thousand colds, they saw that the three thousand colds suddenly became empty.

"Bang"

Jin Ge collided, and a cluster of light burst out, and it was a robbery and killing on the way to the pen and ink, and the skill was abolished with one blow.

"Have you given up" San Qianhan felt the determination of the pen and ink from the dagger, and just pushed it forward, and the pen and ink fell in an instant, and the health value fell wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the pen and ink fell to the ground with serious injuries, if it hadn't hit the vital point, the pen and ink had been killed in seconds at this moment.

"A martial arts master, don't bully children, or forget about this matter today."

"Who?" Three thousand cold suddenly stopped, locked the source of the sound, and looked sharply at it, only to see a swordsman wearing a novice coat walking in from the edge of the battlefield.

If there is a large figure, but no one notices it, as if it does not exist, it is even more than a thief or an assassin, this is very simple to do, that is, the aura fusion environment.

But it's not simple, there is no certain cultivation, there is no certain realm, that is the emperor's new clothes.

"What's the matter, or everyone will live like this, anyway, this is not a loss for you dark crows."

Ling Yun didn't want to be strong, it was very troublesome to go to the Dark Guild, even if Ling Yun was a reborn, he didn't want to face it, he just knew that the pen and ink were down, and he couldn't bear to watch the other party die like this.

"Oh, give me a reason." Although San Qianhan didn't say anything, the other members had already retreated.

"It's that bastard again" Tear-stained, half-captivated, broken sky and others gritted their teeth in anger when they saw Ling Yun's appearance.

"You go down first, and I'll talk to him." Ling Yun patted the pen and ink on his shoulder and said.

"But ......" pen and ink fell and wanted to say something, but it was blocked by Ling Yun.

San Qianhan glanced at the pen and ink that was leaving, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the high-level leaders of the major guilds who were watching the battle from a distance all turned their eyes to Ling Yun, one was a nobody who stopped the members of the Dark Raven with just one sentence, what happened in this.

"Is he really a master?" Drunken Song couldn't figure it out, how strong the dark crow was, just look at the dozens of people lying on the ground, but Ling Yun stopped fighting with a word, how can he not look like an ordinary person.

"I don't have a reason, it's just a bit of a waste of time, and in the spirit of a meaningless fight, I might as well do something meaningful." Ling Yun shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Falling" There were a lot of people around him, arrogant and idiotic, hanging on Ling Yun's body, and even Leng Tong covered his forehead.

"You think it's a waste of time?" Three thousand cold eyes were cold, his steps were wrong, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into two figures, and he couldn't tell which one was true and which one was false.

The two figures attacked Ling Yun at the same time, even if they were a master player, if they hesitated for a moment, they would inevitably die, plus the three thousand cold was originally a potential realm cultivation realm, even a master would be finished in an instant.

The people watching the battle were stunned for a while, and the three thousand colds actually turned into two, which is more exaggerated than one person single-handedly fighting a hundred people.

"Bump"

Just as the three thousand cold were about to hit Ling Yun, a ray of light flashed, not only blocking the attack, but also repelling the three thousand cold.

"I'm right, it's a waste of time." Ling Yun always said with a smile on his face.

"Looking for death" Sanqian Han clenched the dagger and raised his momentum to the extreme, forming an unstoppable attack that assassinated Ling Yun.

Hurry, hurry

The hand is anxious, the time is even more urgent, the three thousand cold crossed the distance between the two and attacked Ling Yun's vital point, and at this moment, Ling Yun suddenly moved.

"Whew!"

A brilliant sword light tore through the void, as if a lightning bolt suddenly rose into the air, and with incredible speed, it attacked the three thousand colds.

Three thousand Han, who was extremely fast, suddenly saw Ling Yun's extremely fast sword, and before he could react, he was already seriously injured and fell to the ground.

"Whew!"

Jin Ge collided, the firelight burst out, and the crisp sound of the sword, accompanied by the spray of blood, echoed outside the dungeon, and at this moment, a circle of qi waves centered on Lingyun spread out in all directions, rolling up a faint cloud of smoke and dust.

"Good Swordsmanship"