() With a flick of his wrist, the sword light turned into a pale golden light spot and disappeared into the air.

There was still a bit of excitement and admiration in the eyes of the old drow, and his voice could not help but be more intimate: "Human, you have won my respect. It is not easy to condense the sword light, you are very good!"

Shan Ye smiled back, the red spot trembled, and he retracted the sheath and put it away.

Standing with his hands hanging down, his body naturally blocking the front of Aimeier and others, Shan Ye quietly waited for Lao Zhuoer to exit.

When Lao Zhuoer saw Daomang, his mood improved a lot, and his tone of voice became more ups and downs: "Everyone, we are pressed for time. If you have no doubts, we will attack the east gate immediately."

Everyone was talking in low voices, with different expressions. From time to time they glanced at Lao Zhuoer on the stage, who immediately responded with a standard encouraging smile.

Lao Zhuoer stood there with a calm face, responding to everyone in the audience from time to time, without any impatience in his eyes, and his expression was always fixed on a smile.

A halfling and his companions were chattering in their native language, glancing at the old drow on the stage from time to time, looking uncertain: "What should we do? Should we fight?"

The companion scratched his head and scratched his head, with a confused and confused expression. He grumbled for a long time and said as if squeezing out toothpaste: "How about... why don't we wait and see?" His voice was hesitant and tangled, and he didn't have any opinion at first glance.

Lao Zhuoer appeared to be extremely well-educated. Even though some people were maliciously speculating on him in private, his face did not change and his heart did not beat. The smile on his face, like a sticker, never wavered.

After discussing for a long time, the old drow felt that it was almost done, and exchanged glances with several drow chiefs.

Straightening his back, Lao Zhuoer glanced at everyone, taking in all their expressions, and slowly began to have a plan in his mind.

He raised his arms in vain, waiting for everyone to pay attention. Then he put his palms down and pressed his wrists. When everyone calmed down, Lao Zhuoer smiled and said: "We have almost discussed it, do you have any questions?" His voice was full of laughter.

There was a hint of a smile, but if you listen carefully, it sounded like there was also a hint of threat.

Everyone was silent, no one expressed their opinion.

The smile on Lao Zhuoer's face became even stronger. He placed his hands on the steps and leaned forward slightly. His eyes swept over everyone. He was not without threats.

Everyone took photos of Lao Zhuoer's force, and no one dared to object. Before the smile on Lao Zhuoer's face fully bloomed, a strange voice sounded: "Who is taking the lead?" The voice was light, but like a heavy hammer,

Hit everyone's heart!

Lao Zhuoer looked at the voice and frowned hard: "Human?"

The one who spoke was none other than one of several human loners.

This man was probably in his thirties, wearing fine soft armor inlaid with iron and thick breathable fire rat leather short boots. He had a snake scale belt wrapped around his waist. Two long white grained steel daggers were straddled diagonally across his waist. The long daggers

About the length of the forearm, the black paint layer is densely covered with a large number of whitish steel patterns. The jaw hand is wrapped with snake scales in soft iron to protect the wrist and not hinder the attack.

The handle of the dagger is wrapped with circles of gray coarse cloth, and the coarse cloth is tied to the wrist. At this time, two long daggers are being swung by the young man with superb skills.

This person has a long face, sunken cheeks, and pale skin. He has probably been in the underground world for a while.

Those long, narrow and sinister eyes always like to squint to look at others, which is not like a kind person.

After raising this pointed question, this thin human man lowered his head indifferently and said nothing. His expression was indifferent, and he quietly waited for the old drow's answer, as if he didn't care whether he could escape from here.

He doesn't care, someone does.

"That's right, Old Drow. Who will take the lead?" "We cavemen can't take the lead, our bodies are too weak..."

Before the impact had even begun, everyone began to shirk, and the atmosphere of unity that was finally created was suddenly shattered.

Shan Ye glanced at the troublesome human expressionlessly, his eyes slightly stern, and a flash of worry flashed in his heart. Shan Ye knew the bad nature of human beings better than anyone else.

If it were normal times, that would be fine. Now that he is out to find fault, what does this person mean? To seize power? Does he dislike the old Zhuoer?

No matter why, this person has threatened Shan Ye's safety. With a fierce look in his eyes, Shan Ye put his palm on the red-spotted knife handle and walked up to this human with a sullen face.

He was a head taller than Shan Ye. Shan Ye raised his head slightly, flicked his wrist, and the red spots came out of the sheath. There was a muffled "buzz" sound, and the light golden yellow sand-like light of the sword instantly wrapped around the scimitar.

The buzzing sound suddenly overwhelmed everyone's discussion, and they all looked at the two people.

Master Shan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked this man up and down, and sneered: "What do you mean? Delay time?"

Master Shan just asked casually, but he didn't expect this man to react so loudly. A hint of panic and guilt flashed across his face that had always been calm and composed.

Shan Ye was a little surprised, was he really deceived? The thin young man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his arms to stab Shan Ye fiercely. The two long daggers were extremely sharp, and the white grained steel on them cut through the air, causing bursts of "woo woo"

"Cry!"

Mr. Shan's eyes were focused, he stepped back with his feet and raised his body slightly. The red spots crossed the arc and blocked his chest.

"Cang~! Cang~!" With a flick of his wrist, he blocked two long dagger attacks in succession. Shan Ye's eyes lit up, and a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes.

This seemingly strong lone traveler turned out to be very weak. Having doubts, Master Shan immediately stopped his efforts and prepared to catch him and ask him for answers.

With his proficiency in the scimitar, Shan Ye can use it as easily as he raises his arm. There is no need to deliberately perform any moves, it is completely natural.

The two of them seemed to be putting on a show. In his lean years, his strength was roughly equivalent to that of a low-level half-demon. Although he had two weapons, he was defeated steadily by Shan Ye's machete.

Shan Ye had a relaxed and contented look on his face, and whenever he encountered a desperate counterattack by the opponent, he could easily resolve it. The scimitar cut through a round arc, bringing out bursts of clear fire. The sword's light had already been put away, which made everyone watching the excitement slightly disappointed.

His forearm trembled slightly, and the vibration was transmitted to the red spots, and he knocked away the opponent's two long daggers in an instant.

The sharp red spots were pressed against the soft flesh of his lean neck. The corners of Shan Ye's mouth curled up, revealing a sneer: "Tell me, who sent you to cause trouble?" His voice was serious, as if he really had something to do with this person.

The man's eyes flashed for a while, and then he glared at Shan Ye fiercely. He straightened his neck and easily slit his throat. "Ha~! Ha~!" He fell to the ground and twitched. His vicious eyes were still staring at Shan.

Grandpa.

Master Shan had long been immune to this level of malicious gaze. But at this moment, his eyes widened in shock, his mouth also grew to its maximum size, and he was so surprised that he could not speak.

"Ding! Kill a low-level half-demon and gain 34 experience points!"

The system prompts, like a bolt from the blue, it struck Master Shan blindly. Looking blankly at the half-demon with eyes still open and his body still twitching, Master Shan suddenly flashed a figure in his heart: "Camus!!"

The last time Shan Ye saw Camus, he turned into a handsome blond boy in order to avoid being chased by the half-demon and adapt to life on the surface...

The expression on his face changed, and there was a hint of worry in Mr. Shan's brows. You can imagine how the half-demon who have mastered this kind of biotechnology will use it. If they invade the surface...

With a soft sigh, Shan Ye suppressed the somewhat disturbing thoughts in his mind. He flicked the blade and shook away the blood. Shan Ye frowned and looked at the bright red blood, and sighed softly in his heart again.

If he hadn't killed this half-demon with his own hands this time, Mr. Shan wouldn't have been able to see any flaw with his naked eyes.

Waves of fresh fragrance hit him, and Aimeier saw that Master Shan was in something wrong, and a soft voice sounded in his ears: "What's wrong? Killing someone is such a big reaction? It doesn't matter, just get used to it."

Shan Ye secretly smiled bitterly, let alone killing people, Shan Ye would not even change his face when it comes to "eating people".

Cheer up your spirits. There is no point in thinking about those unnecessary things. The main thing now is to escape from here first and then talk about other things.

After removing the muddy legs that were in the way, Mr. Shan walked directly to the stage and said to Lao Zhuoer with a cold face: "It's too late. We can't hesitate any longer. If you don't attack, I will quit."

The old drow was also a decisive person, his eyes were fixed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Everyone, pay attention, the summons and pets are rushing in front, and professionals above level three are following closely..."

With the decision made, Lao Zhuoer immediately showed his resolute side.

Summons and pets open the way in front, followed by powerful professionals. As long as they block the siege, they can successfully break through. These are the original words of the old drow, but they are extremely watery. Who can escape in the end?

Not yet known.

Ground beetles, spider attendants, scarlet scimitars... and even a few stupid giant moles were also in the team, running rampant.

Master Shan held the red spot in his hand and followed a spider attendant expressionlessly, rushing towards the east gate. When the citizens who were surrounding the east gate heard the noise, their faces turned pale and they instantly hid in the surrounding houses. The road was clear and everyone was speeding up.

He rose again, with red eyes, and rushed towards the empty east gate.

Even if they saw someone attacking the team, the five hundred heavy infantry remained motionless, standing in place like a rock. The cold black heavy armor shone with murderous intent.

Seeing everyone's pale faces and stiff movements, Lao Zhuoer immediately waved his scimitar and shouted: "You only have one chance. If you stay here, you will be used as experimental material by the half-demon. Everyone, follow me and charge!!"

Shanye was unmoved and even ran, a little distance away from Lao Zhuoer. Shanye had little trust in these guys.

The two white tentacles of the ground beetle rushing at the front became red and stiff. Its mouth opened and closed wildly and bit, and a large amount of foaming stomach acid overflowed from its mouth. Every time it stepped on the ground, its speed would increase by one point.

.This secret technique that stimulates the potential of ground beetles was contributed by the lizard people. What they are hiding at this time is simply seeking death.

With the crazy beetles opening the way, everyone became more confident. They all roared and pounced on the motionless heavy infantry.

The "Boom" ground beetle slammed into the heavy infantry formation, like a sponge. The heavy infantry all took a step back to slow down the impact, then raised the tower shield, roared, and rebounded crazily.

With their legs sunk into the ground, the heavy infantry all tried their best to resist the ground beetles stimulated by the secret technique. More than 40 ground beetles that stimulated their body's potential could not even break through the first layer of heavy infantry before they were defeated by them.

Come back.

Mr. Shan's eyes were slightly stern, and a look of violence flashed across his face. He quickly flashed his body, slid his scimitar, and struck hard behind each beetle.

"Hiss~! Hiss~!" The ground beetle screamed in pain and pushed forward a few meters crazily.

A human lone traveler saw an opening, his eyes lit up, he tiptoed the ground, and flew up, trying to rush out of the encirclement on heavy infantry. (To be continued. You are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations,
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