Conscience?

What is Conscience?

The ten elites who rushed forward said that not only did they have no conscience, but they were also more shameless than the other.

Because God knows that while they came with their knives, they didn't forget to make eye contact with each other, to determine how they were going to besiege Qiao Le in the middle, so as to prevent their young marshal from moving out of position.

They can't help it, they don't want to.

Isn't this always beaten by the young marshal, and all the experience has been beaten?

Seeing this, Qiao Le almost pulled out his Emei thorns.

For the timid are afraid of the bold, and the bold are afraid of the dead, and the fearless are afraid of the shameless. These people saw her slightly changing expression, and they didn't even slow down.

At this moment, Qiao Le felt that they were not here to learn at all, but to work hard.

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, it is overwhelming......

Well......

Before Qiao Le could say the word "block", she saw that the first big man to reach her had already flown into the sky.

That is, it is the kind of flying that is provoked by a shot and goes straight to the sky.

And don't say it, this flight is quite exquisite, it's an arc!

No, just fly off the stage.

That bang, she Qiao Le felt pain when she heard it.

Miserable, not too miserable......

With the bursts of exclamations below, when Qiao Le looked back again, Jun Yan, Jun Yan people!

Yes, she just watched the trapeze for two seconds, and Jun Yan was gone......

In fact, at the same time that the first person took off, Jun Yan had already pierced directly into the opposite formation like an unsheathed sword.

The spears swirled, and the thousand armies swept through.

When the young man stood again, there was already a crowd of people on his back.

Oh, and the Qiao Le who was carrying the hem of her skirt and was out of breath from exhaustion because she was desperately trying to catch up with him.

Yes, Qiao Le was not just out of breath, she felt like she was going to be tired and out of breath.

What's more, Jun Yan, an immortal, is running like he is dying.

He is a light achievement, but what about her Qiao Le?

It is true that she was well protected by Jun Yan, and the elites tried their best, not to mention surround her, and they didn't even touch a single hair of her.

But is she afraid of the elites?

She's afraid of the thunder above her head, okay.

The thunder made her scalp tingle.

Let her face the possibility of sudden death at any time.

It's like you sitting on a jumping machine, your heart goes up and down.

But the jumping machine won't really jump off the building, she Qiao Le died violently, but she really died violently.

However, do you think that's the end of it?

Not really.

As the following groups appeared in turn, Qiao Le finally understood what hell difficulty was.

Because the way to divide the groups is not a random combination, but a combination of strong and powerful. That is to say, the strength of each group is at least one grade higher than the previous group.

As a result, the big men in the audience saw the following strange scene.

I saw that their young marshal was in and out a few times, and they were at ease under the siege of many elites.

And he was running, and Qiao Le behind him was chasing.

That's right, their young marshal lady, the fairy-like sister, actually carried her skirt all the time, and followed the footsteps of the young marshal without regard to the image.

Where the young marshal is, she is.

Even if a group of big men in front of her blocked the way, and several weapons flew sideways, they couldn't stop her steps.

Looking at this scene, the three thousand men in the audience almost suffered a myocardial infarction.

Sour, this wave, they're really sour.

Wow, such a picturesque, tender and watery, love is stronger than Jin, and the fairy sister who lives and dies with each other, why is it cheaper for their young marshal, the little king and eight calves?

Wow, what kind of fairy love is this!