When all the soldiers who surrounded them retreated, the faces of the three Aragon were still in a trance.

In the minds of the three of Aragon, Zhang Yao should have fled in panic, shouting 'who will save me' in their wild laughter, and then be killed by their merciless sword.

But the reality is that Zhang Yao is still as high as a king, as if he is watching the performance of the three clowns, and there is no fluctuation in his eyes.

"I have a bad feeling, you guys!" Boromo swallowed and spat at the mouth, he had already seen his father Dinethor in the crowd, but Dinethor's helpless gaze with pity made him feel very bad.

Aragon tightened the sword in his hand, although he was hiding in the crowd without his father, but looking at Zhang Yaozhizhu in his hand, he also knew that he might have kicked the iron plate today.

But even if there is an iron plate in front of them, they have to kick it down, if they can kill the person opposite, the death of the two elf kings will be worthwhile, otherwise everything will be in vain.

"Kill!" Alagan leaped out with a roar of rage, and the sword in his hand slashed down suddenly, taking Zhang Yao's neck and head.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the leaping Alagoon was directly taken out, and when he landed, he retreated again and again, and barely stopped retreating after five steps.

"Buzz!"

As he stood firm, Aragon's right hand trembled, and he looked down in astonishment, for among the humming swords there was a silver needle stuck in its tip.

The silver needle was no different from the peasant's sewing needle, and it was this inconspicuous silver needle that knocked out Aragon's assault and pierced the sword in Aragon's hand, leaving a hole in it.

"Ahh Looking at the silver needles embedded in the sword, all three of them gasped.

The people of Aragon hurriedly looked up at Zhang Yao, only to see a black iron box standing beside Zhang Yao, emitting a faint cold light in the sun.

"Don't be afraid, we'll split up!" Ala Gang let out a low shout, and the three of them surrounded each other in three directions, all moving quickly towards Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao looked at the three people who were rushing and snorted coldly, and quickly pointed at Frodo in his hand, and three silver needles suddenly flew out of the weapon box, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Frodo be careful!" The speed of the flying needle was so rapid that Aragon only had time to warn him.

Frodo, who was reminded, did not dare to hesitate, and jumped up on the spot without thinking, and the silver sword in his hand swung out again and again.

One or two Frodo knocked two flying needles to the head in a row, and when they were about to hit the third one, Zhang Yao's eyes froze, and under the effect of telekinesis, the silver needles that were originally flying in a straight line suddenly changed direction before being hit by Frodo.

The silver needle that can change the direction makes Frodo unable to defend himself, and the sword that was originally cut down has no time to change, and the next energy is a subconscious neck.

As soon as his neck shrunk down, Frodo felt a sudden pain in his eyebrows. The sudden rising pain made his forehead subconsciously, and his legs, which were still running, slowed down involuntarily.

"Zheng!"

The steel needles made a piercing sound of rubbing against the armory, and the three silver needles formed a pin, taking Frodo's head.

The three silver needles grew wider and wider in Frodo's eyes, and he let out a roar of rage with his eyes wide open, brandishing his sword and slashing down one after another.

"Ding, ding, ding." There was a silver glint in his eyes, and there was nothing in the world but silver, and this was the last thing Frodo saw.

Frodo fell to his knees, the sword he could no longer hold in his hand fell to the side, and his head sank silently.

"Frodo!" The two who had been observing Zhang Yao's move suddenly roared as Frodo knelt on the ground.

I saw Frodo's eyes staring blankly at the ground, a silver needle had completely shot into his eyebrows, and only a silver tail fell outside, obviously dead and couldn't die anymore.

The protagonist in the third line of The Lord of the Rings, Frodo the Little Hobbit. In this way, with the illusion of the Lord of the Rings, he died at the hands of the owner of the Lord of the Rings.

Maybe without Zhang Yao's appearance, Frodo may have embarked on a journey with the Lord of the Rings, and along the way, just like in the plot, he overcame obstacles to become a winner in life.

But there is no such thing as maybes in this world, and since the moment the Lord of the Rings changed owners, Frodo has no more value. His existence and death were actually predestined for a long time, that is, to be born for the Lord of the Rings and die for the Lord of the Rings.

"What savior, what son of heaven, it's not the same to die." Zhang Yao snorted coldly as he stroked the weapon box, his gaze swept over Frodo's corpse, and fell on the two of them.

"Come!" Zhang Yao slapped his chest, and the liquid armor rattled in the hard slap. Attracted the gaze of the two Aragons from Frodo's body.

Aragorn held the sword with a calm expression, and the sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, making his every movement look very solemn.

Frodo's death, to say that it had no effect on the two Aragon is absolutely a lie.

However, the two of them were more sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox, because Frodo used his life to let them see Zhang Yao's strength.

"Kill!" Boromo struck first, rushing out before Aragorn, turning all his anger and confusion into a single stab.

This stab carries the belief of avenging Frodo, and this stab carries the fear of a friend. The world in Boromo's eyes is no longer divided into each other, and there is only the determination to decapitate the enemy even if he dies.

"Whoosh!" A silver light flew out from the armory, and with a flick of the sword in Boromo's hand, it had already split the silver needle in two.

Boromo strode forward with his sword in hand, and three silver needles shot again, still colliding three times and then breaking into two.

After cutting off the flying needle twice in a row, only Zhang Yao and immortal faith remained in Boromo's eyes. Abandoning all external things, his heart is spotless, as if there is nothing in this world that cannot be done, reaching the legendary realm of being the enemy of the world within ten steps.

"Interesting!" Zhang Yao looked at Boromo, who swung his sword and slashed everything, and slapped the weapon box heavily in his hand.

With Zhang Yao's movements, there was an explosion in the weapon box, and suddenly thousands of rays of light flew out of it, showing it in the eyes of the world like a peacock opening its screen.

Ten thousand silver needles turned into a rain of light, and they broke out one after another, bringing a storm-like offensive towards Boromo.

"Kill!" Boromo raised his sword to meet him, a long sword danced in his hand without leaking, and every swing of the sword made him take a step forward, hard against ten thousand silver needles step by step.

Zhang Yao looked at Boromo who came step by step in surprise, at this moment, Boromo seemed to have turned into a rain and sword waves, and was using his own belief as a sword, wanting to cut everything in the world.

"How could Boromo be so talented, shouldn't he!" Zhang Yao's brows tightened, he had never heard of Boromo's extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship, there was no reason to burst out at this time.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The soft sound of raindrops falling on the eaves kept coming, and thousands of steel needles seemed to be nothing in front of Boromo's eyes, and at the same time, Zhang Yao also felt a hint of malice.

This malice came very suddenly, as if it was a heavenly killing machine, which made Zhang Yao's whole body feel like an obstacle to falling into the pool.

"In the plot of the movie, Polomo doesn't have such strength, what the hell is going on! No, the plot, the protagonist! Feeling the faint malice around him, Zhang Yao suddenly understood why Boromo and why there was such a sword path cultivation.

It's not that Boromo is amazing, but after killing Frodo, who is the third in line, the Heavenly Dao in the underworld has sensed it and wants to get rid of the people who have ruined the development of the plot.

"Death!" While Zhang Yao was constantly guessing, Boromo had already broken through the layers of needles and came to Zhang Yao's side.

Bolomo suddenly raised the sword in his hand, and the moment Zhang Yao raised his head, a sword fell straight into the Nine Heavens Galaxy.