Chapter 1923 (1/2)

Night Fengru's expression changes, the night clear falls to take a panoramic view.

Her lips rose and her smile became more and more brilliant: ”second brother, do you know a saying that there is heaven out of the sky, and there is someone out there. As a dark pharmacist, you have made continuous progress in refining medicine, but Even though I was concentrating on cultivating xuanjie, I didn't fall behind in refining medicine. ”

Looking at the night Fengru pale face, back a few steps of the appearance, night clear down curved eyebrows, it is extremely evil charm.

Night Fengru relies on his identity as a dark pharmacist.

Want to recapture the last time, in the mausoleum, the pain she suffered.

But it was ignored.

He is not the only one who is progressive.

”You...” Ye Fengru clenched his sword fingers, white, gloomy eyes, infected with a cold cold, ”night clear down, your arrogance, sooner or later will let you die without a burial place!”

He turned the sword, his eyes were cold, and he waved the sword again, and the dark air burst out.

Night Qingluo chuckled and shook his head, easily raised the flame swallowing fan and blocked the sword, ”second brother, you are too weak, I really don't want to waste time with you.”

She tut mouth, sight more night Fengru, settled in somewhere.

Immediately, the smile of the corner of the mouth, more sneer: ”but second brother, you can rest assured, you won't be too lonely.”

The voice has just fallen, the night is clear, and has been back for a long distance.

The night Maple Confucianist is exhausted the strength, the wave cuts to the night clear falls.

At the same time, he tried his best to fight against the flame swallowing fan.

But the night clear falls suddenly retreats.

Make night Fengru body an unsteady, whole person staggers forward to fly to stride a few steps, heavy fall a dog eat excrement.

Night Fengru's face suddenly became gloomy and terrible.

Climbing up from the ground, turning over, I want to attack the night again.

But as soon as he turned around, his steps stopped.

Behind him, a line of blue mercenary regiment costumes, front and back, about a thousand people.

On their bodies, front and back, they embroidered the word ”kill” with golden thread.

Mercenary corps!

On the honor list of mercenary regiment, the third gold medal mercenary League Union.