Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Looking at the dozen monsters surrounding him, Luo Rong was stunned.

He couldn't see the cultivation level of these guys, but everyone seemed to be very strong, not even weaker than him.

Feeling carefully, he could feel a trace of the Night Clan's breath on their bodies, but that breath was so small that it only existed for a moment.

"Kill him, but..." After saying that, Luo Hao was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time, and then said slowly.

"But remember to keep the whole body."

After saying that, he stood up, left his seat, and walked toward the back door of the hall.

"Don't go!"

Luo Rong roared angrily, as if he didn't want Luo Hao to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, one of them took out a long sword and charged towards Luo Rong in the next second.

The sharp sword energy brushed against Luo Rong's arm.

"Pfft~"

The sword energy easily broke through Luo Rong's protection, and a large gash was opened in his skin, and a burst of blood immediately spattered out.

"This, how is this possible!"

Luo Rong looked at the guy who stabbed him with an expression of disbelief.

The "Jinluo Body Protection Technique" he practices is the top body-refining technique in the entire continent.

But that man's sword just now cut through his own martial arts protection so easily, and even pierced his skin.

At this moment, Luo Rong realized that these weird-looking guys might be far more powerful than he imagined.

Looking at the dozen or so people in front of him, Luo Rong frowned.

His strength can be ranked second in Roland Continent, but this does not mean that he can handle no matter how many people come.

Even he could probably only deal with two or three enemies of this level at most.

As a result, more than ten people came at once, and he had no chance of winning at all.

"Am I going to die here today?"

Luo Rong said to himself, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.

"Need help?"

A slightly familiar voice sounded in Luo Rong's ears.

Luo Rong quickly turned around to look for the source of the sound, but he didn't see anyone.

"Where are you?" Luo Rong couldn't help but ask. He was sure that he was definitely not hallucinating just now.

When the dozen or so guys saw Luo Rong suddenly speaking, they couldn't help but show blank expressions.

"Kill him quickly so that you won't have too many nightmares at night."

One of them spoke, and the remaining people took out their magic weapons and went straight towards Luo Rong to kill him.

At this time, Luo Rong no longer cared about looking for the person who had spoken to him before, and quickly took out a golden shield, released a golden round shield, and wrapped himself in it.

"A magic weapon from the Holy Realm! I didn't expect such a good thing to exist!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I heard that there are less than ten Holy Realm magic weapons in the entire Roland continent. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see one of them today."

"So what, isn't it just a Holy Realm magic weapon? If you spend some time, it won't turn into a pile of scrap metal."

Those people spoke in an extremely arrogant tone, as if they did not take this Holy Realm magic weapon seriously.

The next second, they immediately took action and began to attack the golden circle.

Under the attacks again and again, the color of the round mask gradually became darker. If it continues like this.

I'm afraid that in less than three minutes, this holy magic weapon will be beaten into scrap by these guys!

"The guy who just talked to me! If you want to help me, come out quickly! I promise, you will never let your work go in vain!"

Luo Rong shouted loudly, and that strange sound had become his last life-saving straw.