I Just Want To Farm

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Compared with the beautiful scenery of the transfer station world chosen by heaven, the transfer station of evil selection is very rough.

Horror, evil, gore, the aesthetic level is a mess.

Can be scary.

Ordinary people would be bewitched by its strong aura almost as soon as they came to this kind of place, and they would either collapse or degenerate.

And now. ． ． The fifth transfer station of the evil choice, before the battle teleportation formation, was crowded with people.

The breath is gloomy like an abyss.

At the very front, there is a group of A-level Chosen Ones.

They are preparing.

Until the tall, black-robed god at the front said a word.

"Once you come out, you will gain, mortals must die, and the chosen one will perish."

All the Evil Chosen raised their arms together.

The killing intent has been brewed, and the edge is echoed!

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Loser and the others fought fiercely, and they were naturally satisfied when they saw that the situation had come to an end, but Amy had a headache.

It's over, the evil election is about to descend, such a big entrance is enough for the evil election to descend an army.

She asked her own golden wall, which side was chosen by heaven. ． ． ．

——One step slower, they are being recruited.

——According to the fastest speed, it will take half an hour to bring people down.

half an hour? What the hell, the whole of NY is about to be flattened, and just half an hour is enough for the evil army that came first to take the initiative, absorb these huge energy groups, and close the entrance.

At that time, Tianxuan was not an opponent at all, and lost support. ． ．

There is no second possibility of absolute defeat.

Amy analyzed the situation and felt frustrated and anxious. This kind of mentality is completely different from the previous missions, because the worst mission failure is death, even if there is no money to resurrect, it is death. The entire hometown of human beings must be extinct.

All the chosen ones know how miserable the occupied area is.

So Amy's eyes were a little red, and she wanted to rush up to fight Lorother and others, and William and others were similar.

When the descendants come, they will be killed in one round without even having a chance to fight hard.

So it's better to kill a few of them before they come.

William and the others gathered and rushed forward desperately. Lother saw the dense thunder spots under the energy group, and knew that the coming light array was already preparing.

She smiled and pulled out the long sword on her waist.

When the descending state is opened, not only the descending array comes, but another kind. ． ． ． Restrictions cut quickly.

Lorother let out a breath, pulled out the scarlet blood sword on his waist, and the true essence returned.

The afterimage of the flying sword and flying shuttle, the sharp light of the sword changed the expressions of William and others, and Amy belonged to the Western God Court, and knew that the main and most common attack method of the Eastern cultivation was the flying sword.

Great, great.

Lorother's flying sword suddenly frightened several top leaders. They instinctively dodged, but the others couldn't dodge. Their heads were about to be cut off. ． ．

Also at this moment, someone seemed to be in the trance of the subtle time and space superimposed, and saw a person not far away coming from the opposite street, wearing a black sweater and a black mask, with a cup of coffee in his hand, as if he had finished drinking Yes, she conveniently put the coffee cup into the trash can beside her.

By the way, she sorted out the urban waste, and she also opened the cups separately.

Take your time, take your time.

It was as if her time was separate from theirs.

In her place, a normal, safe and undisciplined free person lives, ordinary and at ease.

Here, there is a cruel and bloody battlefield where blood is drawn and people die at any time.

But when the lid of the cup was separated from the body of the cup, she turned her head to look, those eyes, that gaze. ． ． ．

In an instant, the split time and fear were shortened and overlapped.

It was also at that moment, Fei Shuo's flying sword, the wandering sharp sword light. ． ． ．

Suddenly a hand came.

Appeared out of thin air.

He grasped the hilt of Feijian again out of thin air, hooked his fingers on the hilt, and the afterimage was divided into two parts, three parts and four parts. ． ． Two people, three people, four people, a dozen afterimages.

These afterimages have caught up with the flight of the flying swords, and they all grasped these small flying swords, grasped, controlled, then reversed, swept back, and finally wiped their throats.

Instantly kill fifteen people.

The last fifteen afterimages overlapped behind Lother, and the silhouettes of fifteen small flying swords also overlapped to form the original crimson blood sword.

The blade fell on her neck mountain.

brush! Wipe throat directly.

At the moment Lorother's throat was bleeding and the sword was flying, the blood mist changed, and a puppet stand-in fell to the ground. The real Lorother appeared on the roof of the bus two hundred meters away, kneeling there with one leg.

She covered her neck with one hand, blood flowed from her fingers, and she held a pill in her fingertips, crushed it and applied it to the throat wound.

The sword just now was too fast, so fast that she could use the life-saving puppet to save herself, but it still hurt her neck.

A wisp of sword energy, thinner than a strand of hair, almost cut off her head.

This is the person who defeated her, Smiling Ruosu killed people mercilessly.

"Qin Yu, we meet again."

"You still wear a mask, why, in your own world, do you also need to cover up your character?"

Lorother didn't seem to be afraid of Qin Yu who could easily kill him, but smiled slightly.

Qin Yu turned around, looked at the scarlet blood sword in his hand, and said lightly: "You are such a poor person, naturally you can't recognize the value of my mask."

Lorother was startled, and soon learned from Huang Jinbi that Qin Yu's mask was worth 2,000 stars, and it was specially used to cover up his body and breath.

In short, it is for local tyrants, and you can't buy it with money alone.

Limited Noble Edition.

Lorother was aroused by Qin Yu's brutal humiliation.

2000 stars, one life that can be resurrected! She bought a mask to pretend to be aggressive!

Fuck!

"Your popularity in Tianxuan must be very bad."

she said with a smile.

Qin Yu glanced at her lightly, indifferently.

"You're stalling for time."

"Yes, they are here, you can't kill me anymore."

Loser smiled.

Darkness descends behind him.

Huge pillars of dark light, clusters of figures, descended from the sky, descended from beyond the sky, descended from thousands of universes.

Here they come.

Come to kill.

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Some people's arrival is destined to be scary.

Let all the chosen ones fear, let all the powerful natives fear, and let a large number of elite soldiers from various countries who have participated in many wars fear.

It made the ordinary people watching in the tall buildings in the city center even more terrified.

A beam of light, a hell.

It sent one hell.

But the blood-red viscous air flow escaped wantonly from the beam of light, and there were more than 9,000 black shadows in the beam of light.

They have different looks, different body shapes, different auras, and even different strengths and backgrounds, but they all have one thing in common—evil choice.

The body of the evil choice.

Believers who fight against evil.

9999 natural candidates, 120 A-level natural candidates.

In one descent, the highest descending card will die in less than 10,000.

But it is enough. ． ． ． So scary! ! !

Qin Yu glanced at Lorther coldly, and noticed that her expression and eyes were not surprised, only a strange one. ． ． It seemed to be saying: Nearly 10,000 people really came.

She had been told there would be so many people.

Where is that person?

Qin Yu rubbed his fingertips slightly, his eyes downcast coldly.