At this time, the ring-shaped epoch artifact in the hand of the dark night was the most unlucky, and it was completely pitted by the sword in the sky.

It can be seen that the position of this epoch artifact among the epoch artifacts above the head may be the garbage element ring in Lennon's mouth.

The night hated to glance at the cleave floating into the distance above his head, he was unwilling to get an elemental ring, and the above four elements flowed without death, and this element appeared in it, so it can be seen that if this is really an elemental ring, he can't use it, let alone increase the effect of its spell.

"Damn, let's play slowly, I'm still with you today, see if you're clever or my black hand suddenly. ”

The night muttered, staring dead at the magic weapon that was still floating in the sky, nearly three thousand zombies of the Void Seed were here, and what about a thick, big and hard thing in each hand, even the weapon of the era?

Under the black hand, I can't knock you to death!

If you want this black hand to knock accurately, you can't easily knock it down, let alone shoot it casually, after hitting the grass and startling the snake, if the long sword of spiritual light doesn't come down with the group of "little brothers" behind him, it will fly in the sky, and today he doesn't want to get a treasure.

And all he had to do was wait!

Calculate the timing, judge the opponent's route of travel, estimate the place to pass by, mobilize the zombies below to occupy the favorable terrain, and strive to minimize the external failure factors, and then hold the big stick and wait quietly, waiting for this slash to float over the head, and then suddenly draw the big sword with peach blossoms on its face, and hit it for a while.

The world-shattering weapon is in hand!

Except for the moment just now, the night did not make a rash move, and now his hit probability is still 100%, and what he has to do after staring at it for so long is to try to ensure that he does not shoot, if he makes a shot, he will definitely hit that kind of shot, just to wait for such an opportunity, he has missed three opportunities to split.

However, this kind of time is definitely wasted, and squatting is definitely worth it.

Like right now, right now.

“*&am#！”

A zombie holding a wide sword jumped up and shouted, holding such a somewhat rotten demonic weapon in both hands, and swept it directly towards the slash that floated over.

Bang!

Bang!!

With a crisp sound and a muffled sound, two rays of light were directly shot out by the huge demon sword weapon in the hands of the zombie controlled by the night.

A blood-red light, a golden green light, was quickly pumped out and cleaved, and fell down in a hurry.

"乀деёжǖ!!"

The zombie under control was a ghost cry that looked up to the sky again, and there was actually a double eagle with one stone, but I didn't expect to get a world-shattering sword and a buy one get one free.

The dark night hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, split his already weak divine consciousness in two, and instantly floated to the zombies next to the landing point.

In the last experience, before his divine sense could match the zombie soul fire, he controlled the two zombies around him to go up and hold down this treasure.

It's a wonderful feeling to split your consciousness in two, and it's a two-minded one!

When the night had not yet reached the intermediate level, he had learned an application of divine consciousness without a teacher, which shows that all knowledge comes from practice.

The place was glowing with golden blue light, and the night was just trying to control it with a few zombies around him, and put all his thoughts on the big pit in front of him that shimmered with blood-red light.

How could a legendary-level rotten thing have the awesomeness of the epoch weapon, not to mention the world-shattering sword, without thinking about the big claws of the zombie controlled by the night, he directly grabbed the red light at the bottom of the pit.

A big red light, not only big but also very long!

The night is even more excited when I see this, and I play with you to communicate, but you play with me coldly, and I play crooked ways with you and catch you once, and I can let you run a second time, and I'm sorry for squatting you for so long.

How?

If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves!

Let him worry about something in the night, want to run out of the palm of his hand?

No way!

With the experience of dealing with it just now, the night directly summoned four or five zombies on his side to hold down this long epoch weapon, and it is estimated that it will take at least a quarter of an hour to completely stop.

Feel free to struggle!

There is no way for so many zombies to slip away according to their desires, and in this life, I will be your master at night, and you will have to suffer if you don't like this master.

Looking at this inescapable red light in the dark night, the corners of the zombie's mouth began to leave corrosive saliva with a smile.

After being stunned for a moment, the night saw that he couldn't escape from the palm of his hand at all, and directly began to pay attention to another baby that was photographed.

It was a slightly golden green weapon, and after the five zombies around it pounced on it for a quarter of an hour before it stopped, the night looked at the thing beneath the zombie with interest.

A big thing!

Beneath the zombie's body reveals a patch of bluish and white metal, with various colors circulating on it, and the object has somewhat regained its original color after being suppressed.

Control the zombies to get out of the way, and in the eyes of the night is a big blue and white iron fan!

A very large fan, there are nine fist-sized eyeballs, eight closed and one open, open the eyeballs in rotation with each other, each time the eyeball is opened, there is an element on the big iron fan that violently realizes, sometimes the flames soar into the sky, sometimes the snowflakes fall, and sometimes the flowers and plants are planted on their own, painting a mountain landscape.

There are dense carvings on the fan, and the tip of the fan bone is more like an arrow, which is a very eye-catching magic weapon, but he really doesn't know what rank he really does not know, this has to ask Lan Nong, because the light of this thing when it lands is not blood red.

It's not an epoch artifact, but it's definitely a legendary-level thing.

Control a zombie carefully closed the large iron fan with nine eyeballs exposed, and as soon as the dry claws touched the fan, the zombie in front of him was lit by a stream of scarlet fire erupting from it.

The night was stunned and looked at the big lantern in front of him, this is too fierce, right?

In less than 20 breaths, it was still a sky lantern just now, and it has completely become a pile of soot at this time!

Directly gasped, what kind of murderous thing is this?

That's a zombie!

It's not rotten wood, it's rotten wood that can be burned in the fire for half an hour, and a zombie can take more than twenty breaths from the carbon ash of the sky lantern road.

The night is dumbfounded.

Looking at the nine evil eyeballs above for a while, it took a moment to react, and then commanded a zombie to go up to close the big iron fan, and the dry black claws moved quickly this time, and went up and closed half directly.

But it was halfway closed and then it didn't move at all, the snowflakes on the fan were colorful into a midwinter scene, and the zombie who closed the fan in half, at this time, the body of the half-kneeling corpse on the ground was already covered with a burst of hoarfrost, and the zombie's flexible fire controlled by the cold night could sense the frost.

The dark night that has been immune to the state of this terrifying killer weapon sacrificed another zombie, and at the moment when the zombie was torn into a pile of pieces, the fan was finally closed, and the fear did not dare to touch it in person, so he controlled a zombie to grab the big iron fan that closed and tried it.

OK!

It's normal to close it, and the fan that opens it is really not an ordinary evil.

The zombie who controlled the "surviving" body handed the closed iron fan into his hand, and carefully checked it in the dark night, it was not ordinarily heavy, and he couldn't pick it up until he filled half a pot of marrow washing bones.

Carefully rub this heavy fan bone, there is no inscription etching on it, only endless tiny magic formations.

Throw it directly into the space ring, and then focus on the red light that has completely stopped, now is not the time to study the function of the treasure at all, what you have to do is to try to get a few pieces.

The zombie under control squatted directly on the ground, looking at the red light leaking from below, the soul fire was beating violently, and the zombie's eyes had completely confirmed his mood at this time.

Even if he doesn't use an Era Killing Sword, how much does it cost?

He felt that if he could bring it back, it was estimated that the Sword Master would be crazy!

At that time, he used this sword to put forward some small conditions to the Holy Master, is the Great Grandmaster rank still a matter in this life?

At this time, the night was so excited that he couldn't help himself, carefully controlling the zombies pressed on it, one by one he got up and crawled out of the big pit, the zombie claws he controlled were clutched on the "hilt of the sword", and he had already planned to use this sword to blow up the corpse or something.

admit defeat first, pretend to be pitiful, and finally escape directly while he is unprepared.

That's what he's left over, even if a sword is in the spirit, if you can play with him, the night will be with it!

Five zombies pressed under him, slowly got up, and also revealed the blood-red grandeur of this sword, but the more it was exposed, the more wrong the night felt, and when the last sentence of the zombie was over, showing the full state of this "sword", the night stood up directly and scolded at the slash above the sky.

"I'm in your mother's, play with me?"

The dark night clutched the scarlet rod in his hand, and glared at the killing sword that was still flying around in the sky, and his lungs almost exploded.

Where did the world-shattering sword come from, that sword was still fucking flying in the sky with a group of legendary rank treasures.

was played by that sword again, and I don't know how the other party escaped his black hand again, obviously sensing that the slap hit the sword body, how did he get a tattered wooden pole?

"Grandpa, fucking fucking got in with you today!"

As soon as the angry night pulled the collar of his robe, he directly relieved the stuffiness that wanted to blow up his lungs, and pointed to the sword and scolded again.

And the sword on the sky dome was indeed psychic, as if it understood what the words of the night meant, and directly with the flickering endless brilliance, it whistled over the head of the zombie controlled by the night, almost scaring his urine out.

The arrogance that had just risen, and there was nothing left of the impact of this move.