Ink feather a face of be reluctant, "Mu Ye, have you considered it clearly? If you have an accident entering this vice, you may not have a chance to be reborn."
See ink feather so said Liang Ping suddenly feel ink feather is sml people, otherwise how could she know what vice also can’t know his death is no chance of resurrection is a slight smile "of course I think it over"
Ink feather smell speech is also a little hesitant to walk slowly to Liang Ping, but her pace is hesitant. What’s even more strange is that Yan Xue still hasn’t moved a face of prevarication, and there is no intention to enter the holy land.
"Mu Ye, don’t think too much. There are no more than two people entering the Holy Gate, and it must be a man and a woman. Yan Xue is not a royal, and this matter is a safety event in Yindu. I must personally witness it."
Meaningful look at the ink feather and Yan Xue, their faces are a little weird, less unusual, Yan Xue’s eyes are full of cunning, but now there seems to be a faint worry, while the original innocent eyes of ink feather are full of fear.
Liang Pingfa interprets deeper things because he thinks it may be the most natural expression of different positions.
"Well, let’s go in together."
Liang Ping naturally holds Mo Yu’s warrant and Mo Yu’s face becomes disobedient. He is full of letters to Liang Ping.
"Entering!"
The unified display sound is poured into Liang Ping’s ears.
321 "Ho!"
300 horns, 300 rats, 300 black wild boars at the Holy Gate are roaring!
Chapter 10 Holy land maniac
"What a holy gate is more shocking than dnf."
Liang Ping felt a shock, and the iron sword in his hand didn’t procrastinate. The sword was cold light and hundreds of meters away, and three hundred horns, three hundred rats, three hundred wild boars suddenly embraced it.
"Hey!"
If I hadn’t seen Liang Ping die with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe these guys’ roar was really like thunder on the ground.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The ground trembled at every step they took since they were besieged from all sides
"Mu Ye, be careful."
Ink feather with his back against Liang Ping feet are somewhat vain face solemn wake up way
Liang Pingwen said with a smile on his mouth and a crooked smile on his left face. "In fact, it’s nothing less. I didn’t feel the slightest danger for the time being."
"Be careful in everything"
Ink feather wakes up again, and the huge brush in the right palm seems to be ready for a big kill.
Looking around, those guys are flying rapidly, and the ground is dry and dusty. The closer they get to their feet, the more they tremble. Liang Ping feels pins and needles in his heels.
5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, swallowing right and killing range is 5 meters in Fiona Fang, and the ink feather skill is extremely unknown, and the title of ink feather is only a painter’s ink power value of 1, and the lethality is not terrible. These stocky monsters are afraid that hp is also extremely thick. It is not difficult to kill 9 monsters with one move.
2 meters and 1 meter are about to collide, and the dust has choked their noses, making it difficult to breathe.
"Mo Yu me first!"
5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters and 1 meter are about to be surrounded.
"Ha!"
"Swallow the right!"
Liang Ping binge drinks one.
"Bang!"