Plundering the Heavens

"Yes, this is... what God wants to find..."

In the same way, when the party went through the epiphany of the protoss, it really began to have a feeling of killing the road, but another person was more excited than him, and he was always chasing after him. Watching him slaughter his own people in front of him, harvesting his life, endless fury, but also because of the change of the air machine, there is a surprise, as if hunger in the desert Thirsty, the people on the verge of death, found a gold mine without the owner...

"If you want to catch him anyway, if you can hand him over to the Lord God, I might even seal the King of God..."

There was a voice in the ghost wood that screamed, making him more and more ecstatic, and more determined to hold on to the thoughts of the party.

"Retreat... Retreat..."

At this time, more than 400 protoss creatures have been killed by the madness of the party, killing nearly half of the lives of the people. The blood that has been killed between the fields has flowed into the river, and the endless blood of the gods has fallen on the ground. On top of it, it merged into a stream, flowing into the river, gathering into the river, carrying the mountains and stones, rolling toward the peaks, the miserable form, it is simply shocking, and the protoss of the field, even if it is more militant, then violent It was also frightened by the practice of Fang Xing, and some people have begun to subconsciously retreat.

"The swearer is dead! Today, no matter what the price, you must take this devil!"

He noticed the horror of his own people's horror, and the ghost wood suddenly shouted loudly and sternly.

The protoss creatures under his command heard this order, and almost cried out. After all, in front of the crazy killing demon, they are all likely to lose their lives at any time, but the protoss have always been so strict that they cannot be overstepped. Ghost wood was strict, and when he thought about the consequences of the violation, he had to be arrogant, holding the mortal thoughts and encircling the side, and his heart was hurting.

Ghost wood has been strict, and his mind has turned sharply. He naturally knows that it is not a way to support it now. The devil is really blackmailed. There is no majesty of the half-powerful person. He clearly knows that he is here, but he does not come with himself. In the face of a war, instead of rushing into the crowd, there is no scruples to kill those protoss who are weaker than him, and even to block their attacks by their own people, this statement, whether it is for the former Great Immortals, Or their protoss, it is shameless!

This method seems to be very easy to use!

If you change to a normal monk, this is a big killing, the mana always has a moment of exhaustion, and it is difficult to protect you from being hurt in such a chaotic killing. You only need to stand on the sidelines, waiting for the opportunity to take the side off, it is this magic. But the head has obviously practiced a magical means. While killing and practicing, the mana seems to be endless, and as the protoss he kills more and more, the guards in all directions are getting thinner and thinner. He will escape after killing the enemy line...

In this regard, Ghost Wood also had to think quickly about countermeasures.

He didn't react slowly, and he quickly got a countermeasure in his heart. He came up with a poisonous plan. His eyes looked cold and faint. He looked at the people who were in this corner of the fashion. These are the disciples of the Xianbao Alliance and Baidi City. It was the end of the protoss who had been slaughtered by the protoss, but they suddenly shot out of the line and horrified the protoss, so that they temporarily escaped their lives. Now they are standing next to each other and watching the fight, or It’s already a very poor thought, looking for ways to escape this place!

"Sen Luo Bone!"

I thought of this method of ghost wood, a sullen smile, suddenly whispered, drums swayed a blood, also in this shackle, his forehead that gray eyes, looking toward the void, immediately between the heavens and the earth There was an endless gray fog, and a large group of people filled the world between the heavens and the earth, turning the whole world into a gray, and then a large bone tail behind him suddenly broke open. , fell to the ground, as a seed, directly into the soil.

After a long while, the mountains and the land below the area suddenly rang, and a large bone tree grew from below the ground. All the bones of the fallen gods that fell on the ground before. It was turned into a part of this bone forest, rumbling and rumbling, drilling out from the ground, straight to the nine days, left and right into a piece, covering the sky, even hard to build a long forest for a demon bone, it is like a piece of Zhang The big hand that opened, from the bottom up, surrounded this area in the middle.

"Well, you want to kill, I will give you someone, kill a good!"

As the Sen Luo bones surrounded this area, the low-pitched sound of the ghost wood also rang, and with the snoring, suddenly all the bone trees between them grew a horrible bone chain, sweeping The Quartet has swept all the creatures in this area toward the middle. Those creatures have just escaped their lives under the knife of the Protoss. When they think of disasters, they have not responded, they are already involuntarily. One by one flew toward the battle circle where the party is located...

"Ok?"

Fang Xing is inciting weapons, and killing the protoss and murderers, it is extremely painful, but suddenly, the magic sword in his hand is slightly condensed, and he can’t take it back between the moments, but under his sword, It is a monk of the Terran, with a horrified look at the sword sword that is less than a finger away from him. There is an indescribable fear and pleading for the eyes...

"Whizzing"

The surrounding protoss are not stupid, just in the meantime, there are several bone knives and spears stabbed.

Fang Xing was shocked at the bottom of his heart, and his body was dying. He was able to escape these weapons and his eyes were dignified.

"Kill! You kill!"

Behind the ghost wood, he laughed and waved the bone chain, sweeping more Terran monks toward the party.

"If you want to kill, then send someone to kill you, but you have to look at your own people, can you get it right?"

Oh...

The man-made monks who had been sliced ​​into pieces were swept over by him. In these people, the protoss creatures disappeared invisibly, waving bone knives and spears, and rushed over, like a tide, a wave of waves and a wave of force Going back...

On the ghost wood surface, it is sneer, and the eyes are straight to the side of the beam.

This is his trick. Since Fang Fang did not fight against himself, he put down his identity to slaughter his own people. Then he simply swept all the ethnic monks, if the party would be as unscrupulous as before. The murder of the great man will inevitably kill him in his hands, and if he still hesitates in his heart, then the unscrupulous rush of his own will be affected, and it will never be so smooth. I will give myself the opportunity to shoot!

This measure is effective, and the crazy-like killing of the party has begun to fade, but it has been forced to retreat.

"laugh……"

As four or five Terran monks flew to him, one of the Protoss creatures hidden among these Terran monks even took a chance to get a knife. Although he had escaped the key, he still made a hole in the lower abdomen. Blood is dripping...

"what……"

Fang Xing was injured, his expression became very sullen, his eyes turned, and his fierce sorrows, he had to slash his sword.

"Help!"

"Don't... don't kill me..."

But facing him, there are more Terran monks who have been thrown over, crying in the air, crying out loud.

The magic sword that the party was about to wield out, and stagnate hard, was escaped by the protoss.

"Haha, are you not murderous, no scruples?"

Ghost Wood laughed and found that this method was more and more effective. He swept more human monks to Fang Xing, and secretly ordered that the Protoss creatures hide in them and smashed the past toward the side. He has discovered that this The effect of the method far exceeds my own imagination, and perhaps I don’t have to use my own shots. The remaining hundred protoss in this area are enough to make the party seriously injured. I only need to suppress him at the end and then pluck it. Seeing God's Lord, it's good to make this one.

"I didn't kill people before, how... How can I not go to the hand?"

The party walked back step by step, and showed his body to walk, and there was a voice in his hand, feeling that he had a problem.

These people are obviously **** people who want to invest in the Protoss. In the past, they would probably not have a bit of hesitation in killing them themselves, but at this time, they flew in panic, but they could not be like a slaughter. The Protoss slaughtered them like the spirits, especially the magical means of practicing the saints, to harvest their lives without incident...

"Why hesitate?"

When he felt that a heart was in a quagmire, suddenly a blue shadow rushed to his eyes.

Everyone else was thrown by the ghost wood, but she was rushed by herself, mixed in the crowd, until she rushed to the side of the square, tightly wrinkled a pair of eyebrows, a pair of crystal clear scorpions, lightly falling on On the side of the square, it was the female poet of the Fuyang Palace, who had been chosen to go out to the Protoss and set the death.

At this time, she seems to hate the iron and look at the party, whispering.

"I……"

At this time, the side of the fangs and fangs seemed to be awkward.

"Don't hesitate, let go and kill, start with me..."

The green grapefruit came forward, and there was a fabulous color in the bottom of the eye: "I have never planned to go back alive from the beginning!"

"I... I am having fun with you. I didn't want to let you die. I have a way to take you away..."

The party lined a little flustered answer, and the subconscious took a step back.

"Oh, in fact, you are a good person, a good person like the little Situ..."

At this time, the green pomelo smiled, and the body rushed forward. He even greeted the magic sword of the square. He did not evade, but his hands leaned forward, grasped the sword, and then stabbed toward his chest. Come over, a sword passes through the heart...

"But you should be a wicked person, a useful wicked person..."

She used up her last strength and smiled blankly, silently saying: "Sorry, big Situ..." (to be continued.)