Shaman from Afar

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"Stop him-!!!!!!"

A sharp voice echoed behind Loren; in the dark sewers, countless figures flew fiercely!

There is no wind, but there is a roar in the ear!

The biting cold can't conceal the murderous intention!

The dark eyes stared at the road in all directions, and the voice behind him was completely left behind by the black-haired wizard, leaving only a blurry afterimage in the torrent of torrents.

Running wildly, running desperately-every bone, every muscle, every nerve ... surging with boiling blood, bursting out without reservation!

On the left, right, behind, in front of ... the vicious hostility and the shadow of death came from all possible corners to the black-haired wizard running wildly.

Ambushing from all sides, nowhere to go ... just like in the glacier wasteland.

The only difference was that at the moment, Loren could not see half of the nervousness, only the same coldness as these people; it was obviously hot from head to toe, but his heart was getting colder and colder.

This time I am both a hunter and a hunter.

The dagger came on the face, and the icy sword edge slipped across the cheek at the moment of dodge; the expressionless Loren flipped his right hand, and the bright silver sword edge pierced his chin, then tore the man's throat, and Pull out quickly.

There was no screaming, only scarlet plasma fluttering between the dark channels; the tragic blood did not make the night watchers shrink, but accelerated their attack!

The blood plasma fell into the eyes, and the excessive energy loss made Loren's vision a little blurred, and it was even more impossible to distinguish the things in front of him in the already dim tunnel.

But it doesn't matter ... because those who stand in front of them must die!

Do n’t you want my life ... do n’t you want to kill me?

come!

Try it!

See who is dead? !

The gray-blue swordmand bloomed again, but failed to stop the night watchman's blade-they understood the power of "bright silver", but they knew that as long as Loren's hand loosened the hilt, it seemed like a weapon that was too strong. It will disintegrate instantly.

Crazy assault, the dark-haired wizard rampaged in the enclosing net set by the night watchman; facing the attacked enemy, he had no intention of defense, and he was completely undefended.

forward! forward! forward!

Between the sharp blades, the night watchman has begun to feel the strangeness of the dark-haired wizard.

He didn't seem to care about the enemies behind him, even exposing the flaws completely, and at the same time broke through without considering the defense, as if only the one who stood in front of him was his enemy.

The sharp blade in his hand seemed to be no longer a weapon, but a tool for sweeping roadblocks, turning all those who stand in front of him into no longer wielding swords and hindering his minced meat.

Didn't we take the night watchman as our eyes? It's so arrogant ...

At that moment, the night watchman suddenly felt cold all over, as if being stared at by something; when he was aware, the dark-haired wizard had rushed into his five steps.

Oops!

The dark tunnels extend in all directions, and the night watchman can't think of how the dark-haired wizard stared at him, but instinctively escaped as far as possible in the direction of the exit.

It's not fear, but iron facts and warnings that are still in the ears-never confront the Loren Turin in a one-on-one situation.

At one time this was just a joke, but now the twenty-two night watchmen in Xia Mu courtyard's tragic death are elite, and the leader of the imperial night watchman who fell deep in the tunnel is the best "example"!

Ca n’t shake it off, why ca n’t you shake it off ... The night watchman with a scalp tingle did n’t dare to turn back, and confronted the dark-haired wizard behind him; that creepy look was like a beast drilled from hell, no matter he was There was no dodge between the tunnels, and no one could escape him.

The night watchman behind him continued to strike, and the flying blades flew from the side; the left arm and shoulder had seen blood, and the back was also moist.

The pain has twisted the dark-haired wizard's cheeks, but he has never stopped him from chasing;

It does n’t matter who kills, or even whether they can be killed ... but in any case, let them pay the price and let them know the end of the enemy!

It won't work like this ... The night watchman who is desperately trying to get rid of the dark-haired wizard finally realizes that it makes no sense to continue to escape-then the only way is to use his own bait to lead him to the rest of the set In the trap.

Just at the next fork, ambush him!

The dark-haired wizard was expressionless, and the sword in his right hand blocked his eyes across the front of him; the rapid footsteps and various small sounds kept coming into his ears, but he still didn't look back, let alone return.

Just desperate to rush, desperate to the prey.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven, six ... are getting closer and closer.

Just cross this corner, just a few steps forward, Loren Turin ... he will die!

Finally, the night watchman ran across the corner; at the moment when the dark-haired wizard appeared, he finally showed a terrified look, suddenly turned around, and rushed up with his brother who rushed from all sides.

"Go to die !!!"

The blade is like a forest, the killing intention is strong!

But what they saw ... it was the cold smile of the dark-haired wizard, and the "bright silver" swayed by the flames.

Torino Fire!

The golden flame was dazzling in the dark sewer, but in the horrified eyes of the night watchmen, it was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, roaring, roaring, and going to devour everything!

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

The heartbreaking screams echoed sternly in the ear ... Just when the night watchman thought he would be burned alive, Loren suddenly grabbed his throat and yanked him up from the ground.

The other left hand was clenched in bright silver, and the gray-blue bristle raised high.

No, no ... no ... I do n’t want to die, I do n’t want to die!

Come on, come on and save me!

The panicked night watchman looked around, looking for the surviving brother ... but there was nothing but coke on the ground.

It's actually someone.

In the tunnel, there were nearly a hundred night watchmen who suppressed Loren Turin, and the rest could not have known that he was here, or that he would have killed himself.

When they still didn't plan to save themselves, they waited ... and waited for the moment he killed himself, and then started working on Loren Turin!

"Save me! Save me--!"

The night watchman, who was pinched by his throat, turned red, his eyes protruded, and his heartbreaking howl.

No one responded, and no one rushed out to save him ... A dark-haired wizard who looked around for a week, sneered at the night watchman who looked like a reptile for survival.

"No one saves you, let's go to die ..."

The frightened night watchman could no longer care about the others, wearing the "caster" left hand just raised, and the gray-blue sword mansions pierced his elbow armpit at that moment!

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

The bright silver sword is not a real sharp blade, it is more like a burst of "lightning"-under the blade, the tendon of the elbow joint is blown and torn, the muscles and bones whine, so that the deformation is broken and even broken!

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

The night watchman screamed, and the "broken" broken arm fell to the ground, still convulsing and convulsing; the torn slit in the arm was like a burst of live breaking, and the plasma spewed.

The expressionless Loren ignored the night watchman like a water dog in his hand, and his cold eyes stared at the opposite exit.

He is waiting for someone.

Feeling full of dozens of killing intentions behind him, but daring not to come near, Loren's face did not even change a little bit-after experiencing the experience of the Yuqian Trial Court ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ these people's eyes can no longer What happened to myself.

"enough!"

The sudden voice made the expressionless Loren tick the corner of his mouth, but said nothing.

"Let him go!"

The voice was still approaching, a familiar figure had appeared at the end of the exit, and there was a bit of decisiveness in the indifferent voice.

"Either give him a good time!"

In the wailing sound, the night watchman who had been choked by his throat was already dying, and his trembling eyes were also staring at the figure coming from the exit.

"No problem, I promise you ..."

Loren said in a deep voice:

"... Edward."

The words fell, and the gray-blue swordmans penetrated the heart of the night watchman! Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.