C901: Kill (1/2)

During the rolling of the Mist, several high-level demons are overtaking other demons.

Among them, headed by a demon-level strong man, wearing a blue ”color” robe, God ”color” looked indifferently in the distance.

The sky above the fortress turned into a sea of ​​fire, and countless low-level monsters became the first round of cannon fodder.

These large-scale attacks can only deal with low-level demons. The real high order is not afraid of the slightest.

The blue robe monster Ge Ran sneered, and said, ”Come on again, crush me!”

Banging ~

Immediately above the first round of monsters, a group of Demon armored soldiers set off in the air. Headed by the man, he was riding a dark warhorse and was over ten feet tall.

These armored men are not only armed with Ling Jian's blade, the breath is extremely powerful.

The lower level monsters are not a level existence at all.

The army of the demons is like the rushing river, and Ge Ran scours in the air. At a glance, the scalp was tingling.

Those armored men broke into the tumbling sea of ​​flames, and the armor around them was bursting into secrecy, blocking the flames.

Alas, a tall man wearing a armor flashed in front of Ye Fan, with a voice like Hong Zhong: ”Ye Shaozhu, let me lead the army!”

He is not someone else, it is the South County Warrior, Bihai!

”Battle!” Ye Fan said.

Bihai lifted a large meniscus sword, and led thousands of Longwu army to kill it. Long Wujun's ”color” blood red armor spreads like Jinghong.

Mammoth!

The two groups of humans and monsters fought together in an instant, the sword and sword continued, and the sky was splattered with blood and rain.

The blood Ling eyes above the sky burst out from time to time and shot out an amazing beam of light, blasting into the demons.

”Ye Shaozhu ~ You ~ You are the young master!” Su Yinger reacted in an instant, and only the young master had the right to start the battle!

This young master also talked to himself and instructed himself to martial arts!

My mom!

See you live!

Su Shier looked at Ye Fan with a look of admiration, and said depressed: ”Master, are you really good at playing this way?”

auzw.com ”Hold the sword in your hand, it will be a weapon for killing the enemy!” Ye Fan's eyes pierced into the distance, as if penetrating dozens of miles of thick mist.