World of Cultivation

The 290th Guard Camp debut

He Xiang’s heart was playing drums, and the faces of other elders were all white. They haven’t recovered from the war. One thousand and five hundred people were wiped out, and their strength immediately shrank by one-fifth.

Look at the bodies of the mountains and plains, and if you are in the **** of hell, those elders who had been rushing to attack the city were not afraid of it for a while. If you were yourself...

To be honest, the two elders are doing well enough, there are tools like cloud ray, and there is the courage to take the lead, and no one of them can do better than him. But he is still dead, the whole army is destroyed, not that he is not doing well enough, that the enemy is too powerful.

What is the battlefield? The thunder that has been released is like a tidal wave. If they are not witnessed, they must not believe that there is such a strong battlefield in this world. Even if there is, how can it appear in the hills of the district?

This stuff has come out, how do you let everyone mix?

And what is the day of the ring and the moon, can that thing be called the ring of the moon? Dude, it’s not that you played the moon ring every month. Are you sure that you are the moon ring?

The elders looked at Jinwu City with sorrow.

Big Brother, good deeds, you are such a fierce figure, don't go to the hills and our little people to grab a job!

Why bother……

For a time, even He Xiang did not know what to do next. Continue to fight? Look at the other elders around you, all of them are cracked. Even if there is courage among the elders, the following people are not willing, he can clearly feel the morale of the team to the lowest point.

Under the eyes of the public, if he hides his face and loses, he feels that he can't get through.

At the time of He Xiang’s murder, Jinwu City suddenly moved.

Suddenly many people appeared in the wall of Jinwucheng, and they saw these people jumping directly from the wall.

He Xiang’s eyes were round and round, and he couldn’t believe that Jinwu City was constantly jumping.

Is it... Do they have to take the initiative?

Somehow, he suddenly shuddered and turned to see other elders, and it was a glimpse. The elders who were surrounded by him were all gone. It wasn't until he turned his face that he saw them in a place three feet away from him.

Everyone is scared.

The action of Jinwucheng attracts everyone's attention. The defenders in the distance have turned their eyes to the people who emerged from Jinwu City.

I saw this group of people, the black heavy armor, the movement is very light and agile. After waiting for a while, everyone could not help but reveal a puzzled look. Heavy armor is used by almost no one in many armor. Because the repairers' battles are mostly in the air, the heavy armor will seriously affect the speed. Most of the armor is light and light, and it is engraved in order to be motivated during the battle. Generally speaking, the protection of the armor is not in the armor itself, but in the strength of the spirit that is inspired by the armor.

The black armor on these people is very heavy at first glance.

Such a heavy armor, only the repairer of the refining body is likely to wear. Looking at the agile and flexible movements of this group of people, it is really like a repairer.

There are constantly armored trousers jumping off the wall, their movements are extremely fast, well-trained, and constantly flowing, like flowing water. A group of repairers quickly gathered outside the city, and when the number of the repairers reached 1,000, the onlookers took a breath.

He Xiang they are even more complex!

Who said that there are not many people in Jinwucheng?

It is hard to be clear about how many repairers need to be in charge of the 36-seat battle tower, but it is impossible to be less than a thousand people. Now that I have ran out of a thousand refiners, how many people are there in Jinwucheng?

He Xianglian’s strength is not there, and other elders only face each other.

A thousand heavy armored people quickly gathered, and there was no trace of action. Within a short period of time, the collection is completed.

A thousand people were repaired, and they were silent, and all the voices disappeared.

The wind blew, raising the dust, bringing the dead branches and leaves, and swirling in the air. The meaning of chilling is like a knife, a thousand people, like a heavy stone, pressed against everyone's heart, making people feel involuntarily breathing.

Shulong has some headaches.

First of all, the boss's task can not be violated. The boss asked them to collect the spoils. If they were in a hurry, the boss would not like it, and he would not like it.

However, the words of the grown-up person in the necklace cannot be ignored. As a direct teacher of his own, if he is offended, the days will be waiting for the dark days.

Suddenly he felt a move and suddenly got an idea.

People who pay attention to this black armor team are divided into two distinct factions.

One faction is a sneer at the Jinwu City Master who fainted and even tossed such a waste team. Whether it is Jian Xiu or Fu Xiu, it is very important to fly. Now the mainstream battlefield is the sky, so a group of people who are on the sky, slow like turtles, can only sit and eat and die.

The other faction is quite curious. So far, the series of actions of the Jinwu City Lord has produced a sense of surprise. How can such a person make such a superficial and low-level mistake? There must be deep meaning.

The middle-aged man and the big man belong to the second faction.

"The precedent is such a thing, it is always difficult to say." The middle-aged eyes flashed, and cautiously said: "The person who can break the routine is the real hero."

Dahan stared at the black team outside Jinwucheng. Others may think that this team is extremely ridiculous, but he has seen the real elite. Although this team is still not elite, it has a faint momentum that cannot be ignored.

Others may not care about this, but Dahan knows that it is not so easy to form this momentum.

This Jinwu City Lord is really a personal talent!

The eyes in Dahan’s eyes are getting hotter.

"Qianwei" is a very extreme magical power. Without perseverance, it is impossible to cultivate. But if you can endure the pain, the speed of entering the country is far more than other magical powers. When the king got "Bitterness", he felt quite good, but he did not think it was progressing fast enough. He did not have the patience to slowly train the guards, so he made a considerable degree of revision. The newly formed "Qianwei" has also become a quick magic, but the pain is naturally multiplied.

Anyway, for the king, he has countless soldiers under him, even if the elimination rate is amazing, he does not care.

He probably couldn’t think of it. One day, this magical power would actually give a group of slaves to practice. These slaves are all tempered by many hands, tortured, and able to survive. They are all temperamental. In the heart of the Pu Yao, there is no feeling of pity and so on. In order to prove the value of the demon, it is also a life-saving urge.

Today is the first appearance of the Guard Camp.

What do you want to do with this strange team?

In the doubts of the people, I saw only a well-organized formation, scattered and scattered, and the teams were like water, suddenly turned into dozens of trickles. I saw them thirty-six people, and quickly ran in the mountains.

Their speed is fast, their heavy armor seems to have no effect on them, and the most admirable is that in such a high-speed running, the formation is not a mess.

On the city of Jinwu, Zuo Mo snorted.

He has been dealing with the array for a long time, and he is sensitive to the abnormality of the array. He recognized it at a glance, and thirty-six people composed a song, which was a battlefield.

With a move in his heart, he opened his eyes.

Every squad is over the air, black and white, like dozens of black scorpions swimming in the meantime, murderous.

Left Morton was shocked.

What is this battle?

This is a heavy killing, left unprecedented. In contrast, the battle of the Suzaku battalion of the grandson, the killing can be far less than the current battle of the battalion.

Pu Yao really left a hand!

Left Mo touched his chin and thought about it.

The dragon's forehead continued to sweat, and he heard the adult in the necklace roaring.

"You have all gone to the dog? Ah! This is the little devil of thirty-six people. You have cultivated like this. The big devil of more than a thousand people has also refined a fart..."

Pu Yao did not have a slight degree in front of Zuo Mo, he roared like a thunder, shocked the bundle of dragons in his heart, he was obviously very dissatisfied.

Soon, the order of Shulong was passed to each squad, and everyone was in the heart. They were originally fighting for high spirits, but they also played a 12-point spirit.

The killing of each song is more solid, and there is no spiritual repairer at this time, and you can see the extraordinary things.

"Good and fierce killing!" The middle-aged man showed his horror for the first time. His expression was serious: "There is a heavy killing, and it is only seen in the next life! I don't know who created such a fierce battle!"

"It is a good battle to kill people!" Dahan could see it at this point. He couldn't keep his eyes on it, staring at the black armies.

Killing the spirit is as solid as it is. Every song is on the top of the head, and there are vague black snakes tumbling, which is daunting.

Those who ridiculed Zuo Mo before, at this time, were also stunned and frightened. Although he has not seen the attacking methods of this black armor, the murderous intention of this light is enough to scare the courage of many people.

"Sure enough!" The left-handed Mo, who has the spirit of the eye, looks more distinct. Once they touch each other, those who turn into black scorpions will instantly enemies. Every song camp is like a beast that wants to choose people. In the killing process, every pupil of the camp is turned into a blood red, emitting a horrible atmosphere. If they did not practice "hardship", their temperament, and such a strong killing, they would have collapsed.

Zuo Mo can't help but be curious. If this battle encounters an enemy, it will be how it looks. He would like to ask the Pu Yao, but think about it, if you run to ask the Pu Yao at this time, then you must be sure of your nose.

He dismissed the idea. Suddenly, he reacted violently: "I didn't ask them to search for magic weapons? What did they do there?"

This thought, and then see the dead body and the scattered magic weapon, left Morton was furious, it must be the ghost of Pu Yao.

How many spar...

He just wanted to scream, and suddenly he raised his eyes and dozens of swordsmen flew from the sky.