Chapter 1311 (1/2)
”Kill!”
Without waiting for the response of the Dongyu League, Shen Xiliang said coldly, jumping into the dark crowd in the sky
”Is Shen Xiliang crazy?” The owners on the wall of the lower Fangcheng took a breath of cold air: ”isn't he going to die?”
The eagle emperor's domineering eyes passed a trace of sharpness and tenacity: ”they have already started, let's also start!”
Compared with Ye Zhuo and others, their accomplishments were not enough to confront the Dongyu League. Therefore, before the Dongyu League arrived, they had set up many arrays, inscriptions and found many tools
Now, the guards of Tianzhao imperial city have launched their array. In an instant, countless sharp arrows shot into the air like heavenly maids scattering flowers!
Those sharp arrows are not enough to kill or even hurt people.
However, ye Zhuo is an alchemist.
On the arrow, however, it was already covered with anesthetic.
The eagle emperor once asked Ye Zhuo: ”why not use poison directly?”
”I also have poison that kills people. However, if people are poisoned, they will be alert. It is difficult for bows and arrows to shoot them again. Unlike anesthetics, people's physical strength is declining in battle. Even if they are drugged, it is difficult to detect them immediately. If they are not aware of it, they will not be able to guard against sharp arrows. In this way, arrow feathers can shoot more Man, consume more enemies
After listening to the silence, the eagle emperor nodded and said, ”good.”
It seems that anger, hatred and sadness did not make him lose his mind. Instead, he made these amazing young people more calm and calm.
After the sharp arrow, there are boulders!
The array of soldiers in the sky sends out water elements, fire elements, and unexpected wooden vines
They are not qualified to take part in this battle at the level above tianwu state, but this does not prevent them from helping Shen Xiliang and others to contain the enemy
A small sneak attack can make Dongyu League in disorder!
In the air, Shen Xiliang waved his sleeve, and the green fog was dense. At the same time, the sword in his hand was like a sickle of death to reap life. When someone with short eyes ran into him, he looked at it, and a flame was kindled from the void