The darkness floated, the shadows shattered, the cold blades streaked through the air in two relentless trajectories, and the hot blood flowed through the pitch-black blades, spraying into the temperatureless shadows, stripping the last shred of heat.

The figure of the nineteen ghosts came out of the darkness, their cold and ruthless eyes with a little playfulness, as if mocking the incompetence of the ants, and in the steps they took, their bodies disappeared inch by inch without a trace.

The two dragon wings stretched out, the silver scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, and the mountain-like body writhed, and the powerful tail swept through, bringing up a large patch of blood.

Slow gasped, his golden dragon's eyes filled with rage, opening his huge dragon mouth and spitting out large expanses of acid, screaming in pain, and his solid body instantly turned into a pile of rotten flesh, emitting a foul stench.

As for Moyer, a blood-colored sapling swayed behind him, with a large blood-colored phantom, he was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, hideous and terrifying, a pair of slender and noble hands, dark purple forehead veins, like the giant claws of demons, breathtaking.

He roared, the saliva at the corner of his mouth was dripping, he grabbed the shoulder of the black-clothed swordsman, opened his mouth, bit it hard, his throat squirmed, and then a struggling thought suddenly burst out of his eyes, a roar of pain, a stream of blood spurted out of his throat, and in the frightened gaze of the black-clothed swordsman, with a forceful "tearing" sound, a large number of disgusting internal organs sprayed his body.

"Bastard, what the hell is this!"

The black-armored swordsman roared, his voice was an irrepressible tremble, as a great black wind thief, a powerful group of thieves representing the wind and the will to die, spanning dozens of countries for thousands of years, the foundation is as huge as a mountain, what has not been seen!

Assassins who come and go without a trace are not counted, but what the hell is a silver dragon whose brute strength is comparable to that of Bimeng? Shouldn't the silver dragon be the darling of magic, and every move is fluctuating with extremely powerful magic? Who has ever seen a silver dragon that can compete with a high-level day-level powerhouse in the late stage of the second order? What is the difference between this and a magician who knows swordsmanship?

Okay, the perverted brute force silver dragon doesn't count first, but what the hell is an elf with a viscous blood color fluctuating like a wave? Shouldn't the elf be the guardian of nature? Shouldn't it be the fairy who blooms with a wave of his hand, a hundred trees sprout, and the creatures are friendly? Who has ever seen a wolf clan that is like a beast like a beast who likes to eat human flesh the most, and who smells blood and is excited like a shark in the deep sea?

"Chief, the situation has changed, we can't seem to beat them!

The black-clothed swordsman hurriedly said to the leader beside him who closed his eyes and rested.

The leader was dressed in black heavy armor, mighty and majestic, but behind him was draped in a bright red cloak, the sword in his hand was huge, no different from a door panel, the hilt of the sword was very strange, there was no spiral pattern of the usual hilt to increase friction, it was an extremely smooth plane.

The leader raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise, and said, "Can't beat them?"

The black-clothed swordsman looked at another subordinate who had been cut off and said helplessly, "Yes." ”

"Oh, then why don't you run away?" the leader looked at the black-clad swordsman like a fool.

The black-clothed swordsman almost vomited blood, and he could escape? Can he escape? At first, we bit it, but then the situation changed so quickly that it was too late to escape.

"Chief, did the regimental commander give you anything to prevent defeat when you came?" the black-clothed swordsman looked at the leader with a look of hope.

"I want to think about it. ”

The leader muttered, flipped through his spatial ring, and after a moment, took out a scroll shining with golden runes and handed it to the black-clothed swordsman, saying, "Before I came, the head of the regiment gave me a spatial transfer scroll, saying that it was useful. ”

"Space Transfer Scroll!"

The black-clothed swordsman hurriedly took the scroll and held it carefully, as if holding a peerless treasure.

The space transfer scroll, the legendary-level corps-level auxiliary scroll, blocks a designated space, and then instantly puts the vicinity of the designated space point of this space, which is equivalent to thinking that a shot by a legendary-level mage is incomparably precious, anyway, the black-clothed swordsman feels that killing himself eighty times is not as precious as this scroll.

"Chief, do you really want to use this scroll?"

"Don't you see that the little ones are exhausted and don't even have the strength to rush forward?"

The leader said indifferently, his gaze never stayed on the scroll, as if it was just a scroll, and there was nothing precious.

"But"

The black-clothed swordsman hesitated, looking at his subordinates who were covered in blood and their numbers were getting smaller and smaller, and his expression was struggling.

In his opinion, the preciousness of this scroll is worth the lives of everyone here, and even if everyone here dies, this scroll should not be used.

"Boss"

The leader waved his hand irritably, "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, I'm annoyed." ”

Then he turned his hand, and a scroll with gold veins appeared in his hand, and with a force, the scroll shattered into pieces with a "click".

The golden-colored veins instantly came to life and wandered through the space, forming a strange symbol.

The sound of "click" is faint but very eye-catching, and the whole space is like being pinched in the hands of a big hand, slowly taking off the original world.

"What's the situation?"

Nineteen came out of the darkness and flicked the dagger in his hand a few times, throwing out the non-existent droplets of blood.

Slow roared angrily, his body flashed silver, and gradually turned into a human form, he held one hand against Moyer in a rage, and shook his head with a solemn face.

"I don't know, something I haven't touched. ”

"Be on guard, and be unchangeable. ”

Nineteen stepped on top of a pile of corpses, looking at the leader standing randomly in the distance, and faintly felt a crisis.

At this moment, there was a roar, and the world around it shook, as if it was held in his hand, and kept shrinking.

"Your Excellency is here in my city of Paulol!"

The mountain-like aura came from the city of Paulol, a hundred miles away, and the voice of Bonburn Sancas came from afar, with a hint of temptation.

"This is the **** legendary mage of Bolol City?" the leader raised his head with amusement, looking in the direction where the voice came from, although he couldn't see anything.

"Be careful, that's a legendary mage. The black-clothed swordsman hurriedly reminded that it was obviously not a wise thing to talk about a legendary mage.

"Coward. The leader looked at the black-clothed swordsman with disdain, his eyes full of disdain, turned his head, looked at the three people standing on the pile of corpses, and said familiarly, "Who are you? Why did you appear here?"

Nineteen was dumbfounded for a moment, he turned his head to look at Slo, at Moyer, who was constantly squirming in his madness, looked down at the blood that had not reached his feet, and then looked at the leader with a very strange look.

"Hey, what are you talking about, stupid?" continued the chief.

“****！”

Nineteen glanced at the leader coldly, what kind of IQ would ask such a thing, you don't know who we are? I don't know if you came to kill us, is it because you want to teach us a lesson because you are not happy with the three of us? Then there is no need to use that golden scroll, not to mention that the scroll knows that it is expensive at a glance.

Nineteen looked up at the dazzling space that had turned into a crystal wall, and sighed in his heart, another unpredictable action.

"Don't look at it, you can't break it, this is a legendary power, you better give up, forget it from me. ”

The leader stepped forward quickly, and put his face up curiously, a look of schadenfreude.

Nineteen tightened the dagger in his hand, took a deep breath, and forcibly pressed the urge to swing it up, now the situation is unknown, do more wrong, do less wrong.

"So, even that legendary mage can't break it?"

The blood-red pupils slowly faded to their original emerald green, and Moyer waved away Sloe's hand and sat on the ground, the small sapling behind him swaying and swaying, constantly absorbing the remaining bloody power from him.

The leader raised his head and saw a magic array coming out of the void, a huge earth giant standing on the magic array and roaring in the sky, the bombardment of the thick fist had turned into a round ball space, and the ripples of the Dao were rippling, rippling around, and a slight tremor came from the space.

He touched his chin, turned his head to the black-clothed swordsman standing beside him, and asked, "You say, will the old man give me an inferior product?"

The black-clothed swordsman's heart, which had finally calmed down, collapsed again, and he wanted to cry without tears, "Leader, the head of the regiment, that is, your grandfather, he doesn't need to harm you." ”

Hearing such assurance, the leader was deeply convinced, and said to Moyer proudly: "No, this space cannot be broken. ”

Mo Ye was silent, and a trace of worry flashed in his emerald green pupils, Jin Li, don't die.

"So. Who are you?"

"What about you, Black Wind Thieves?" the leader asked rhetorically.

Black Wind Thief, Moyer frowned, the seventh largest thief group in the world, with strong strength, dozens of Law Saint Sword Saints, legendary mages, and legendary swordsmen, there are also many such strengths

"Why are you arresting us?"

"Hey, hey, it's not fair to ask a second question before you tell me who you are. The leader was dissatisfied, and shouted loudly, very imposingly.

"Damn, you don't know us and you arrest us!" Slow roared, the leader was a fool, and the kind he couldn't bear to bear.

"I don't want to. I was staying in bed for a good time, but my grandfather flew out of bed, saying that he would give me a task, catch a light mage, and break my leg if I didn't catch it back, I was wronged, hey, by the way, who among you is a light mage?"

The leader's eyes widened, and he looked several people up and down, and found that there were no mages in the middle, let alone light mages.

Moyer and Nineteen glanced at each other, knowing in their hearts that they were here for Jin Li.

"What is your purpose in arresting him?"

"Tell me where the Light Mage is?"

The leader's face turned ugly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Him. Moyer laughed mysteriously, raised his head, and said with his mouth up, "If there is no accident, it is in his hand." ”

"What!"

The leader's face changed drastically, and he raised his head and stared at the earth giant who was constantly hammering the spatial barrier, blood red suddenly appeared, and the killing intent came instantly.