Looking at the countless gray frogs on the swamp, Xiao Yan was thinking about whether to fly away from here and flash people. He felt that it was really not worth it to spend his fighting energy to kill these gray frogs without magic cores, and there was no need to waste time here.

But there was murderous intent in Ziying's eyes. The gray frog's incomprehension made Ziying's heart more and more annoyed, and she finally couldn't help it, "Long Yi, remove your shield." Then his feet surged with fighting energy, and his body came out like a ghost through the shield of Xiao Zhan.

Long Yi withdrew the Dou Qi shield and immediately propped up the Dou Qi shield inside Xiao Zhan's shield. And the purple shadow has become the target of everyone, and more than half of the red light changes direction and shoots at her, and shoots at her!

However, the little gray frogs puffed up their eyes and didn't wait for the purple shadow flesh that was shattered by their red rays, and they didn't even wait for a drop of blood, and the vanished purple shadow seemed to melt into the air.

Does the grey frog have a wise mind? If anything, would they be so stupidly tempted by the smell of blood and completely disregard the safety of their lives to attack Xiao Yan and the others when they shouldn't have the idea of fighting them at all? Perhaps, they are the lowest level of demonic beasts driven only by instinct, and they don't have intelligent thinking at all. Is it because they don't have a magic core that they don't have wisdom? Or is it because they don't have wisdom that they don't have a magic core? Who knows!

The next moment, the temperature plummeted, and suddenly flakes of snow fluttered in the air. The purple shadow appeared again, but there was not only one, but in an instant, it turned into ten, ten, hundred, and thousand...... Thousands of purple shadows rushed towards the frogs on snowflakes.

As if a death march had been played, the cold light of the blade flickering was the jumping note, and the gray frogs were killed in pieces, without any resistance, and the white patch covering the ground was soon stained with blood into a blood-red carpet, emitting a pungent smell of blood that filled the air.

Purple shadow eyes were full of surprise. She also performed the two fighting skills of "Snow Dance Trace" and "Shadow Attack", originally wanting to use snowflakes to slow down the movement of the gray frogs, and then use the illusion to slaughter the frogs. She didn't expect the gray frog to be so unkilling, and even her phantom turned out to be one by one. She couldn't help but feel a little regretful: if she knew this, why did she use the "Snow Dance Trail"! It can also save some vindictiveness.

Everyone watched from the air, and they were also quite puzzled, how did such a Warcraft that was not strong in attack and weak in defense and had little intelligence survive in the cruel World of Warcraft? And it's so huge. Perhaps, as the storm said before, it is only because of the sheer number of them that there are always people who survive.

Even if you have doubts, you can't think of a reason at this time, so why bother? Everyone saw that the attack of the purple shadow had become a unilateral massacre in the blink of an eye, and they all sighed, and they couldn't help but itch. But the speed of the Purple Shadow's thousands of phantoms was so fast, it only took a short time for the gray frog that was still dense like ants before to be killed.

In such a dangerous place, the smell of blood is undoubtedly the most likely to attract danger, and there are some strange movements faintly heard in the distance. The crowd was ready to leave. At this moment, the red carpet-like ground suddenly surged, and muddy water with blood and snow gushed out like a fountain, like countless red flowers blooming on the ground, which was spectacular.

Everyone didn't know what to do, and their bodies hurriedly pulled up into the air, vigilantly looking down at the abnormal situation. But see, the gushing muddy water brought out a large number of gray frogs from the bottom of the swamp. It was as if the world of a small gray frog had been broken by muddy water, and the gray frogs surged up with the muddy water, and soon filled the swamp again. (To be continued.) )