Chapter 407 (1/2)
”You are the lady of purple garden?” Wumachao asked looking at the purple shirt in the air.
Zishan paused and said quietly, ”I have nothing to do with Hou Xuelin. Please don't call me Ziyuan lady, I'm Zishan!”
”Well, then purple shirt, what do you mean?” Wumachao doesn't want to talk much nonsense. This purple shirt attitude is obviously treacherous. She betrayed Tianfu and faith!
”General Wuma, the person who knows the current affairs is a hero. If you and your subordinates can join you, they will be free from death and injury!”
”Ha! Ha ha ha
After hearing this, Wu Ma Cao was amused, but he didn't expect to be persuaded to surrender.
”Purple shirt, I heard you right. Do you want to persuade the surrender? This general is the Zhenyuan General of Tianfu. His family has been guarding the frontier for generations to make the people of Tianfu live a good life. This honor is my faith, and you! But abandon faith and help tyranny! ”
”But even if you surrender, I will not let you all go. All people in this lower position will pay a heavy price for what you have done. Even if you are afraid of the soul after death, you will be cursed by heaven!”
Zishan shook his head after hearing this: ”general Wuma, why do you suffer? Your obsession will make the soldiers behind you die in vain.”
”Joke! My soldiers are brought out by me. They are not afraid of anything terrible. As long as they are enemies, they will march forward bravely, even if they are dead, right? ”
”Fear not death!”
”Fear not death!”
”Fear not death!”
The high voice rushed to the sky. The strong voice made my scalp numb. Brother green and red felt it very well. This is morale!
”Purple shirt, no use.” Xunfang slowly put down her mobile phone, knowing that Zishan wanted to persuade the ”mother's family” people.
It's just that it took you so much time to turn around. A general can turn around with a few words. That must be a conspiracy.
Zishan sighed deeply, turned around and fell down, as if she didn't want to see her compatriots washed.
Yi Hong hurried to the purple shirt and didn't know how to comfort her. She could only hold it gently in her arms.
Seeing this scene, Cao Leng hum, a God who is superior even follows a lower human being. It's just a scum of the God and a shame of the God!
”Lower skeletons! Let's see how general Ben broke your skeleton! ”
This words just finish saying, see opposite skeleton throw the sickle in the hand into the air!
Jie Jie ·
Royal translation: ”death sucks sorrow!”
The sickle of death in the hands of the death mage is not a common thing. Although it seems to be inferior to the Xuanyuan sword of ancient magic weapons in terms of hardness, the sickle of death is a magic weapon that can attack and defend. It is not a real weapon, just like the staff in the hands of the Dharma Master. Its attack power is low, but its magic power is very strong.
The same is true of the sickle of death. In the sickle of death, there is a force of terror, that is, the super move of the sickle of death!
”Death sucks pain.”
At this time, it doesn't take much thought to know that it's a range of damage. I don't know how long the single damage will take. So, the death mage is a very good player in the middle single, sometimes he will fake the single, and he will be crippled, but he is a good player in the field, all kinds of resources.
Only the sickle of death was thrown into the air, suddenly began to rotate, faster and faster, as if a round black hole appeared in the void!
Although it gives people this illusion, it's not actually an illusion. It's a real black hole, a black hole leading to death!
A breath of terror emanated from the black hole, and wumachao was shocked: ”the whole army listen to the order, and end the battle!”
”Drink!”