“……”

Moment after moment, time rises from Fang city and flies in different directions
More is a lot of black iron, every order like a fly, yelling and rushing to the surrounding mountains.
"Don’t run away!"
Someone shouted
"It’s most possible to fight together and wait for support. Haven’t you ever been to the front battlefield?"
"Stop screaming" one person shook his head gently.
"There are seven orders, and if you don’t leave, there will be no chance."
no doubt
It is a foregone conclusion that the seven-order dark ethnic group has no equal order to resist defeat, and the number is meaningless before absolute strength.
And from a distance, there is more than one person in the seventh order.
Have you noticed that the monks who maintain order in Fangshi have given up their resistance first?
Zhou Jiateng rose up and looked around.
Dark and gloomy night light swept out from the side, carrying three or five figures flying in different directions
The mountain forest is swaying, and the fleeing figure is faintly visible.
He is a loner, and most monks flee together, and the southwest is the farthest from the rear.
But …
"No!"
Zhou Jia’s eyes shrank.
"It’s a trap!"
Listening to the characteristics of the wind induces the strongest dark atmosphere, not the northeast, but the southwest with the largest number of fugitives.
"These dark ethnic groups have already secretly surrounded Fangshi and set traps, even if they are not going to let go of anyone."
As far as his thoughts are concerned, turning southwest to ambush the dark ethnic group is already a fangs biting at the first few people to escape.
"Boom!"
"Rumble …"
The deafening roar was mixed with some screams and whines, and the breath of two silver masters disappeared on the spot.
"escape!"
"escape!"
Shout incessantly
Zhou Jia shook his head secretly.
For several years, in the face of dark attacks, Tianyuan Alliance failed to protect itself, and the boundary of the ancient sacred domain was even more retreating.
In the long run, the monks of Tianyuan League will habitually avoid and be afraid of fighting when facing the dark ethnic group.
Just like now!
When the dark race occupied the wind, many monks wanted to escape as soon as possible, and there was almost no decent resistance.
Many thoughts flashed through my mind, and Zhou Jia’s figure also moved.
"Hey!"
He didn’t choose his direction, but swept to the source star, keeping his body down and keeping his breath in check.
……
"Master Qigu"
A dark ethnic group with sarcoma on his back appeared to have a half-bowed first passage.
"The ambush has been set, and the seventh order is heading in the predetermined direction. If you want to step into the trap, you must let him go back and forth."
"Hey hey …"
"I can’t believe that sitting in Fangshi turned out to be a generous sword. Sun Bu shook him but killed many of our ethnic groups."
Strange ancient negative hand and stand a pair of eyes flashing strange light like a panoramic view of the vast battlefield smell speech face unchanged.
"Black iron, silver is the root. Killing a Sun Bu Yao is better than killing a hundred thousand black iron."
"The mother emperor has decreed that our front must push forward three times in a hundred years. Wan Li’s theory, like Yunping Mountain Range, will be shrouded in darkness."