The sound of the hooves of the two horses beating the road like a rain of rain galloped forward with the dust.

The crow was slightly faster than half the horse, and gradually approached the two furious horses.

I thought that this crow was a disaster.

Woe came to wait for them outside the city for two months, and followed them all the way here.

There was a north alley, and the calamity did not dare to act rashly, and it was not until they separated from the caravan of friends that this gang reappeared.

When he saw a pair of eyes in the dark city, he thought it was a beast that had strayed into this place, but these eyes were a little special, and he thought of disaster at that time.

It wasn't until they left the Dark City that a raven flew out of the corner, and the Misfortune came and followed them into the Dark City.

The crow must have flown with them to Kurosan's tribe, remembering that this tribe was where he shot his mother, so he wanted revenge.

Woe came and revealed his true body and set it on fire.

This fire is the anger he vents.

Without North Lane protection, they are on their own.

Treading Night and Ekchuva take turns shooting arrows at the crows in the air, fearing that the crows will turn into calamity and come to summon a third-level ground flash, so they take the initiative not to give calamity a chance.

Hopefully, the arrows will hit it, but this crow is faster than lightning, and always dodges it from time to time.

Ektrova fired ten arrows, only the last two of which stopped firing, and Tnight shot all seven.

They were chased for hundreds of miles.

The raven flew in front of the galloping horse to reveal its true colors, and it seemed that it was only then that Ektrova admitted that the raven was in trouble.

Seeing that they were in danger, the Hurricane Horse was not as fast as the Crow, and it was impossible for them to flash faster.

Woe came to his mouth and said that dark clouds gathered here from all sides.

Treading Night and Ektrova pulled out the iron-tired bow in their hands almost at the same time.

Glancing at the night with his eyes, Woe Lai looked at Ektrova, there were no arrows on the bow, the man was just bluffing, so he focused on Ektrova's body.

"Boom!"

Almost simultaneously there was a sound of loosening the bowstring.

Dodging the arrows fired by Ektrova, he was still pierced by a force that pierced his body.

An ice pick pierced his ribs!

Looking blankly at the ice pick, it seemed that he had never seen such a strange thing.

When did this appear on the Iron Bow?!

When Ektrova had the last arrow on his bow, Woe turned into a raven and flew with a transparent icicle.

What a fluke! If the time delays a little longer and attracts a third-level ground flash, then he will be completely in control of the situation.

You can't be so lucky forever.

"Watch the sky, beware of a sneak attack!" Treadful Night looked at the sky overhead.

The crow was badly injured and might not dare to come back, but because of Isischel, Ektrova was still cautious.

With the last arrow of the iron bow, he looked at the sky vigilantly, and whispered to the night:

"I didn't expect your ice summoning technique to practice to this extent, I didn't see those spells recited, I don't know how you did it?"

"It's the white ghost Qi Iron of Lord Cold Cripple!" "After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "There's also a gas toad, and it's staying in its stomach at this time." ”

Hearing this, Ektrawa exclaimed, "You won't get sick, will you?"

"No, it just wanders in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and sometimes chirps in the dantian. ”

There are many incomprehensible aspects of this interracial brother's behavior.

For a seed that does not sprout, at least in his eyes, this person actually climbed the Great Smoky Mountain, but was chased and killed by disaster all the way.

Today it was actually a toad crawling into the stomach, and the strange thing is that this toad has not died for more than a month.

He could no longer be cranky, for he could not see the crows, but he could see a dark cloud hanging overhead.

This is the signature move that has come to you.

This guy learned to be smart, and quietly gathered the dark clouds without showing up, which made the earth flash appear even more suddenly.

Nervous, Ektrova searched everywhere in the hope of preemptively firing the only arrow he had, leaving the rest to his fate.

Force cannot deal with calamity, because sorcery and force are two different concepts.

Hold on to the hilt of the knife at night, and prick up your ears to listen.

The dark clouds overhead rolled strangely, and the lightning scurried like a restless silver snake, ready to split down at any moment.

Ektrova suddenly pointed to the depths of the forest and shouted, "Here's the man!" Running to the old woods on one side, he wanted to find the disaster before the lightning did.

In the woods, Ektrova and Woe stood face to face.

Ectrova quietly drew his bow and fired the only arrow, but he did not dodge, but his ground flash also hit Ectrova.

Unexpectedly, Ektrawa only trembled violently, and Woe Lai leaned on his waist and did not raise his head, obviously the injury was more serious.

Contrary to the estimation of the night, it is impossible for this person to have nothing to do with the third-level lightning split.

A strange feeling, the figure that this disaster came to is different from the original.

When this calamity came and looked up at him, Taye asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

This man is not a curse, but a man who resembles him.

The man clutched his chest in pain and looked at Ektrova with resentful eyes.

"Why are you following us?"

Ektrova also realized that this man was not the last time he chased them.

The strange man didn't answer, just stumbled deeper into the woods.

Ektrova reminded the night that the clouds in the sky were still above their heads and did not recede with the man.

What's going on?

Just as they were hesitating to catch up, lightning struck behind them.

Touching electric sparks, bursting out with the splendor of death!

There was no choice but to run forward, and the sparks were chasing and bantering behind them.

Death passes by them every time, and people seem to be on the verge of death.

Death always pulls them back to the brink of life at the last moment.

Panting and running, they weaved and detoured through the sparse forest......