I Only Want to Farm Chapter 1354: Advent, mask
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Evil selection transfer station, compared to the beautiful scenery of the natural selection transfer station world, the evil selection here is very rough.
Horror, evil, gore, the aesthetic level is a mess.
It can be intimidating.
Ordinary people will be bewitched by its strong aura almost as soon as they come to this kind of place, and they will either collapse or degenerate.
And now. ． ． The fifth transfer station of the evil choice, before the battle teleportation formation, was crowded with people.
The breath is gloomy like an abyss.
At the very front, there is a group of A-level chosen ones.
They are preparing.
Until the tall, black-robed **** at the front said a word.
"If you go out, you will get it. Mortals will die, and the chosen one will perish."
All the Evil Chosen raise their arms.
The killing intent has already subsided, and the sharpness echoes!
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Loser and the others fought fiercely, and they were naturally satisfied when they saw that the situation had come to an end, but Amy had a very headache.
It's over, the evil election is coming, such a big opening is enough for the evil election to descend an army.
She asked her own golden wall, heaven chose this side. ． ． ．
——One step slower, recruiting.
——According to the fastest speed, it will take half an hour to bring people down.
Half an hour? What the hell, the whole of NY is about to be flattened, and just half an hour is enough for the evil army that came first to take the initiative, absorb these huge energy groups, and close the entrance.
At that time, Tianxuan was not an opponent at all, and lost support. ． ．
There is no second possibility of absolute defeat.
Amy analyzed the situation and felt frustrated and anxious. This kind of mentality is completely different from the previous missions, because the worst mission failure is death. Even if there is no money to resurrect, it is death. Relatives, friends, and even the entire human race in the hometown must be extinct.
All the chosen ones know how miserable the occupied area is.
So Amy's eyes were a little red, and she wanted to rush up to fight Lorother and the others, and William and the others were similar.
When the descendants come, they will be killed in one round without even having a chance to fight hard.
So it's better to kill a few of them before they come.
William and the others gathered and rushed forward desperately. Lother saw the dense lightning spots under the energy group, and knew that the coming light array was already preparing.
She smiled and pulled out the long sword on her waist.
When the descending state is opened, not only the descending array comes, but another kind. ． ． ． Restrictions cut quickly.
Lose let out a breath, pulled out the scarlet blood sword on his waist, and his true essence returned.
The afterimage of the flying sword flew back and forth, and the sharp light of the sword changed the expressions of William and the others. Amy, who belongs to the Western God Court, knew that the main and most common attack method of Eastern cultivation is the flying sword.
Awesome, very powerful.
Loser's sudden flying sword frightened the top leaders. They instinctively dodged, but the others couldn't dodge. Their heads were about to be cut off. ． ．
It was also at this moment that someone seemed to be in the trance of the subtle time and space superimposed, and saw a person not far away from the opposite street, wearing a black sweater and a black mask, with a cup of coffee in his hand. As if she had finished drinking, she conveniently put the coffee cup into the trash can beside her.
By the way, she also separated the cups for urban waste classification.
Unhurried and slow.
As if her time was separate from theirs.
In her place, a normal, safe and loose free person lives, ordinary and at ease.
Here they are, a cruel and **** battlefield where blood is everywhere, and people die at any time.
But when the lid of the cup was separated from the body of the cup, she turned her head to look, those eyes, that gaze. ． ． ．
In an instant, the time of splitting and the fear were shortened and overlapped.
It was also at that moment, the flying sword of Fei Shuo, the sharp sword light wandering away. ． ． ．
Suddenly a hand came.
Appears out of thin air.
He grasped the hilt of Feijian again out of thin air, hooked his fingers on the hilt, the afterimage was divided into two parts, three parts and four parts. ． ． Two people, three people, four people, a dozen afterimages.
These afterimages have caught up with the flight of the flying swords, and they all grabbed these little flying swords, grabbed them, controlled them, then reversed, swept back, and finally wiped their throats.
Kill fifteen people instantly.
The last fifteen afterimages overlapped behind Lother, and the silhouettes of fifteen small flying swords also overlapped to form the original crimson blood sword.
The blade landed on her neck.
Swipe! Wipe throat directly.
The moment Lorother's throat was **** and the sword flew, the blood mist changed, and a puppet stand-in fell to the ground. The real Lorother appeared on the roof of the bus two hundred meters away, kneeling there with one leg.
She covered her neck with one hand, and blood flowed from her fingers. She held a pill in her fingertips, crushed it and applied it to the throat wound.
The sword just now was too fast, so fast that she could use the life-saving puppet to save herself, but it still hurt her neck.
A wisp of sword energy, thinner than a strand of hair, almost cut off her head.
This is the person who defeated her, Smiling Ruosu killed people mercilessly.
"Qin Yu, we meet again."
"You still wear a mask, why, in your own world, do you need to cover up your character?"
Loser didn't seem to be afraid of Qin Yu who could easily kill him, instead he smiled slightly.
Qin Yu turned around, looked at the scarlet blood sword in his hand, and said lightly: "You are such a poor person, naturally you can't recognize the value of my mask."
Lother was startled, and soon learned from Huang Jinbi that Qin Yu's mask was worth 2,000 stars, and it was specially used to cover up his body and breath.
In short, it is for local tyrants, and you can't buy it with money alone.
Limited Noble Edition.
Loser was irritated by Qin Yu's brutal humiliation.
2000 stars, one life that can be resurrected! She bought a mask to pretend to be aggressive!
Fuck!
"You must be very popular with Tianxuan."
She smiled.
Qin Yu glanced at her lightly, indifferently.
"You are procrastinating."
"Yes, they are here, you can't kill me."
Lother smiled.
A dark light descends from behind.
Huge pillars of dark light, clusters of figures, descended from the sky, descended from beyond the sky, descended from thousands of universes.
Here they come.
Come to kill.
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The arrival of some people is destined to be scary.
Let all the chosen people fear, let all the powerful local supernatural beings fear, and let a large number of elite soldiers from various countries who have participated in many wars fear.
It even scares the ordinary people watching in the tall buildings in the city center.
A beam of light, a hell.
It sent one hell.
But the blood-red viscous airflow escaped wantonly from the beam of light ~IndoMTL.com~ There are more than 9,000 black shadows in the beam of light.
They have different looks, different body shapes, different auras, and even different strengths and origins, but they all have one thing in common—evil choice.
Evil Chosen Body.
A believer who fights against evil.
9999 natural selections, 120 A-level natural selections.
The maximum number of crashes in one descent is less than 10,000.
But it is enough. ． ． ． So scary! ! !
Qin Yu glanced at Lother coldly, and noticed that her expression and eyes were not surprised, only a strange one. ． ． It seemed to say: Nearly 10,000 people really came.
She had been told there would be so many people.
Where is that person?
Qin Yu rubbed his fingertips slightly, his eyes downcast coldly.