Ling Yiqing likes to play male characters, because she feels that it is very pleasant to fly around with a machete or a chivalrous silver needle held at her waist.

The green hills are majestic, the bamboo pavilion is lofted, a pale plainclothes knight stands steadily on the gray and black tiles, the hat delicately covers the inky hair flowing like the wind, and the tea white soap yarn hanging down the edge is dignified and serious, unable to stop the sharp edge of the eagle falcon.

Carrying a Shadow Sword at his waist, the Xuanqing belt was tightened, and the few Drass and Snow Blue fell on their shoulders, and they had no intention of leaving for a while.

With a dog's tail grass in his mouth, he was uninhibited and indulgent, jumped down and barked softly, "Bored." ”

Then he dodged away, and when he saw him again, he saw a small pavilion on the other side of the lake like dogs' teeth, and the stone table was still glowing, and it was not dusk.

It's already seven o'clock, and I have entered the sword capital, which is also the venue for the final inventory of the year.

Individual competitions are all individual.

Anyone can form a party, but as for whether they will help you join forces to fight the enemy, or stab you in the back, it is unknown.

Come to think of it, not only to examine the speed of the hand, but also the temperament of the heart.

Believe it or not, in a flash, maybe it's out.

Looking back in a moment, the cool breeze blows, and the soap yarn dances with it; The young man in the blue clothes drew his sword and looked around, hanging his wrist, and a piece of silver light leaked wildly, and the head fell to the ground, but the sword was not stained with blood.

"Tsk, I can't see it behind my back?"

The scattered butterflies fluttered and landed on the tip of the sword, and the purple-blue slime that overflowed slowly dripped down the vertical direction, and drop by drop, the wooden board also changed color, and the brown turned to jet black.

Unfortunately, no one answered him, and the butterfly venom fell to the ground, rising a purple mist-colored miasma, and there seemed to be carnivorous birds flying around. He was alone in the middle, unscathed.

However, anyone who is in the miasma of the encirclement formation will not survive. There was no blood, no traces, a corpse in one place, an unknown black slime flowing from its eyes.

Fluttershy, who had landed at the end of the sword, was interested, and stopped on her eye sockets, her little paws not knowing what she was fumbling for, but she leaned down and trembled her blue wings slightly, shaking off the fine powder, and the slime gradually decreased as her tentacles reached it.

The butterfly seemed to be in a larger circle, and no longer stayed, flapping its wide wings and landing on the shoulders of the rest of the corpses, sucking up the almost solidified black slime.

"I'm back, and I'll be back tonight."

The boy said lightly, and the little butterfly flew back to his shoulder with great spirituality.

The soft sword propped up the ground, pressed the end of the sword with the palm root, and disappeared again.

The night was very quiet, as if it were no different from usual; However, on the other side, in the Bone Eclipse Forest, a group of people were mighty, covering their ghostly faces and dignity, and marched all the way.

The mournful voice of the silver valley bird resounded through the bone erosion forest, startling the nocturnal bat that was sleeping peacefully, hanging upside down to listen to the ultrasonic transmission, and then changed to a more hidden cave, settled down, and looked around with scarlet eyes.

"Ambassador Qianjin, there is a red light ahead, I'm afraid someone is already one step ahead of us."

Wrapped in a yellow scarf and tied tightly in a knot, coarse cloth clothes stained with loess and dust, and carrying a basket of firewood and straw, he was one of the followers.

The man called the "Golden Ambassador" had a mask that seemed to have split in half, a white feather and black crown on top of his head with a miniature version of his skull, and a silver-gray scythe with a black handle that scorched and glowed.

The big black red charcoal trouser legs were cocked, and the blood-red and black silk lingering clogs were dragged "trickling", and no one was held accountable.

The people around him closed their eyes, not daring to say a word, and they didn't have the courage to sneeze.

"Afraid of what? The red light is when the blood-colored bats attack, we go, we don't have to hurry. ”

pursed his lips, and the shadows of the trees in the dark night made the thin lips almost bloodless and panicked.

With a "plop", someone was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground, but unfortunately, he fell into the swamp.

With no one to help, he continued to follow the ambassador forward.

Out of the Bone Eclipse Forest, there was a pit with sparks in it, and everyone on the side retreated one after another, staring at the golden ambassador with their eyes.

"Brother Guan has never made a mistake along the way, and he is even more loyal, why don't you save it?" One knelt down with his fists clenched and reprimanded.

"It can't be saved." It's still faint.

"Brothers, this is the ambassador we have been following for so long, and we don't take our lives as a life! Chong, avenge the dead Brother Guan! ”

I thought that why those people retreated, it turned out that they were just to outflank him and besiege him......

The evil ghost hooked the corners of his mouth, swung the scythe, and in the moonlight, he turned around, and as soon as the blade touched the abdomen, the skin and flesh were opened, and the smoke was filled with gunpowder, covering the clouds and the sun, and I don't know what time it was.

Wiping the blood that had almost congealed at the corner of his mouth, a patch of corpses and machetes was everywhere.

The ambassador was alone, driving the dark horse that had just come and flying away, riding the clouds and chasing after him.

"I'd like to see who got to the crater before me!"

The annual inventory is to form alliances all the way, overcome obstacles to the crater, and obtain treasures. The winner wins, and that's how neat it is.

The young man in Cangyi controlled by Ling Yiqing was already thinking about how to break the formation, and on the other side, the ambassador of Qianjin chased after him.

The name of this ambassador has another meaning.

The player's name is "A Promise of a Daughter", and his favorite character skin is the Black Ghost Emissary, but to make the name more friendly, call him "The Daughter Ambassador".

"Who's coming?" Ling Yiqing obviously didn't expect someone to arrive with her heels, so she couldn't help but be a little surprised, and replied in the comment area.

"Ambassador." The ghost envoy replied, and at the same time he was looking at the boy in the blue clothes, the pupils in his crimson eyes were grunting, and he didn't know if there was a reason.

"Join forces, and then fight for speed?" Ling Yiqing felt that being alone was a bit time-consuming.

"Yes, but is it any good?" Or the fox stared at the silver sword pinned to the waist of the young man in the blue clothes, and thought about it, "Why don't you just use your sword?" ”

"Think beautifully!" After that, he didn't move, and the flowers and butterflies sparsely fell and followed the sound, outflanking the ghost.

"If you have something to say, don't fight as soon as you come up. Well, then join forces, the odds are better. Waving his hand, the butterfly looked at the boy in the blue clothes for some reason.

"Play casually, I'll look for you when I have something." The boy in the blue cloth raised his hand, and the butterflies scattered.

With the scythe in hand, the cloak appeared, and the silver light appeared, splitting down the green vines that twisted and twisted.

The silver sword hovers in the air, and Fluttershy flies and scatters powder, slowly dissolving layers of shields.

"It's now!"

The two spoke in unison and broke into the formation to seize the treasure.

After a fight, just two people, swaying one move and one style, like drunken boxing, but they both avoided the key points, both paid attention to their posture, their hair was not messy, and their clothes were not shy.

A group of butterflies stumbled out, protecting a Buddha statue in the middle, which must be a treasure.

"Butterflies!" It was Ling Yiqing's mastery of the boy in the blue clothes, and the butterfly would take people away with him, riding the clouds and fog, and finally leaving a miasma in place.

"Thank you!" After saying that, he recited the ghost rune scripture, and the butterfly did not listen to the call, and sent the Buddha statue to the ghost envoy in a rampage.

"You ......" only then did I realize that the ghost was not using a big move, but a chaotic confusion, and it was fake to fight with him, the focus was to find the right time, and wait for the butterfly to come out and collect it together.

"Slow down doesn't give ......"

jumped up and drove the ghost beast away......