() Before Shanye could stand firm, a red light shone out from the darkness in the corner.

Shan Ye's eyes were slightly condensed, and his feet were pressing hard, and he could dodge the red light. The red light was like a heat tracking missile, and it turned out to be curved and wrapped around again.

The forearm was pulled back, and the "clang" red spots were wrapped in a cold light and slashed them hard.

"Crash" seems to be slashing on a chain, with a sense of imperative emptiness.

The red light was unyielding, wrapped around the red spots, and rushed directly to Shanye's arm and tied it tightly.

Shan Ye narrowed his pupils, his wrists shook, and the red spots trembled slightly, and a solid sword light like yellow sand came out.

"Sword Light?!" "Do not dodge!" Two voices in front and behind sounded one after another.

The red light wrapped around Shan Ye's arm instantly retracted, swelling into a thin film of light, blocking the sword light.

With a loud "boom", the sword light shattered into yellow sand droplets, and the red film also exploded, which was a battle of equality.

The passage is quiet, the dust and smoke floats and the nose is choking, the air is like mixed with iron sand, breathing is heavy, and the atmosphere is depressing.

The tip of Shanye's knife drooped slightly, his palm tightened the handle, and his eyes were alert to the place where the smoke and dust disappeared.

One in front and one behind, two strange-looking humanoid creatures stopped slowly from seven or eight meters away.

A short toad green robe was woven with candle silk. The cuffs were engraved with several curses of the same face. As the owner walked around, there were waves of cold lights shining from time to time. A pair of short boots in the feet were wrapped in soft iron on the edges, which were so cool and dry. He held an iron-patterned wooden staff in his hand, half a person tall, thick arms, and covered with thick green thorn strips. From time to time, he crawled like a living thing a few times, which was very mysterious.

There was a circle of red thorns on top of my head, and the thorns were deeply pierced into my head, beating strangely.

Shan Ye's eyes stopped on the circle of thorns for a while, and then landed on the gray figure behind him.

The whole person was surrounded by a layer of mist like gray tulle. The mist rolled in, unable to escape from the human form, and was tightly attached to his body. He grabbed two daggers with his hands, as if it was dark and dark as if it was not transparent.

The man in front of him was a gray-skinned man. I don’t know what kind of adventure he had, but he could actually become a thorn shaman. The thorn shaman is a kind of serving the ancestors.

Although Rose, the queen of Spider, did not stop Zhe from believing in other gods. As long as she was not a good camp god, she was allowed.

However, due to Rose's powerful divine power, few Zheer believed in those ancestor gods or weak divine powers. The man in front of him had somehow got the opportunity to change his job and became a shaman of the ancestor god.

The race of the man behind him is unknown, but he is sure to be a member of the Gray Shadow Academy.

The location of the Gray Shadow Academy is unknown. The teaching content is unknown... The only thing that can distinguish them is that there is always a layer of gray mist that is not dissipated.

The iron-wood staff slammed the ground, and the green thorn strips wrapped around the staff trembled, quickly climbed the staff and touched the ground. The red thorns on the head shrank, causing the gray-skinned face to twitch, and the voice also seemed a little distorted: "You... are you human? You can actually use the sword light, I... I am very satisfied."

Shan Ye had no expression on his face. After the sneak attack, he praised others, which was obviously a little late.

The gray shadows slid and the blades collided, making a muffled "smart~!", as if they were also agreeing with the gray skin's statement.

Shan Ye was still expressionless and said coldly: "You are also here for the Dragon Tomb? Why attack me?" As he said that, his wrist trembled and a scarlet figure appeared beside him. He handed Bella, who was huddled behind him, to Scarlet Cuisi. Shan Ye lost his burden and immediately his momentum condensed, and his attacking posture was undoubtedly.

He paused his staff. The gray-skinned green se's vertical pupil flashed a little impatiently: "If you can't even defeat that little sneak attack, why go to the dragon tomb?" His voice was so cold and indifferent, revealing his indifference to life.

This familiar tone made Shan Ye stumble slightly, his body slowly stood up, his eyes still with a hint of jing: "Do you want to cooperate?" His voice was filled with a little unconcealed sarcasm.

Gray skin nodded solemnly, and even Gray Shadow also "Zheng~!Zheng~!" bounced the two daggers a few times.

The sarcasm on Shan Ye's face slowly disappeared, and a hint of heavyness appeared on the corner of his eyes. He gradually realized the danger of this trip to the Dragon Tomb.

This thorny shaman who inherited the power of his ancestors and the gray shadow who rarely cooperated with others, was able to walk together, which proved the seriousness of the situation.

After calming down his mind, Shan Ye said in a deep voice: "What's going on over the Dragon Tomb?" The voice was covered with a little worry, and his eyes fell on the gray-skinned face.

The thorn shaman ignored Shan Ye, his face was a little pale, and he reached out to touch the circle of bloody thorns above his head.

The thorn seemed to feel threatened. A soft thorn inserted into the head was pulled out with a "pop" sound, and whipped it with a "pop" sound, whipping on the big hand that was scattering.

"Trip" a few hair-like electric lights splashed out from the soft thorns, causing the gray skin to spasm and twitch. After teaching the gray skin a lesson, the soft thorn contracted and inserted it back into the head, quieting down.

Shan Ye looked at Gray Pi, his eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he immediately calmed down, waiting for Gray Pi to answer.

Gray skin bent her waist, held her knees with her hands, and gasped for a long time. Then she raised her face in sweat, and her tongue curled away. She spoke very quickly: "The news of the Dragon Tomb was spread by the cross-eye, which made everyone know. The half-demon could not withstand the pressure and gave up the exit of the Dragon Tomb. It was rumored that reinforcements were sent to monopolize the Dragon Tomb." At this point, the thorny shaman rolled his throat and took out a bottle of green se potion to pour it down. His face finally got a little better.

Shan Ye stood with his knife down, frowned and pondered for a while, his voice was a little confused: "What is the basis of cooperation? Tell me about the conditions." Hearing scarlet Cuisi continued to hide aside, Shan Ye took a step forward and asked coldly.

The thorny shaman held the staff, and his big hands slowly stroked the green thorn strips wrapped around the staff, and his eyes flashed with cold lights: "The foundation of cooperation is to build trust and show oneself..."

The situation in Long Tomb is now in chaos, and lone heroes like Shan Ye have no place to stand.

The Cross Eye Chamber of Commerce, the Half Demon Man, and the major forces around them all sent British teams to try their luck.

The ground beetles have been controlling the ground, like a coachman, and sent a team of royal lizardmen that can control the steel thorn beast.

The Lizardman also has his own empire and city, but the distance is very far, so he cannot send a large army. He can only send a team of jingying teams to see if he can get a share of the forces.

The Steel Thorn Beast is three meters tall and five meters long. It has steel-like carapace and giant power. The most unpredictable thing is that it can control earth and stone attacks. Although it is just a low-level magic, it is difficult to defeat with the carapace and giant power.

The Zhuoer army that rushed over to hear the news was a powerful combat power that could compete with the half-demon.

The three hundred senior Drow coalition forces, half of the soldiers, half of the priests, are outrageously powerful.

The Mavericks are also numerous, with half-lings of the mercenary race, and they are made of steel armor. On their solid and smooth back, the mane rope passes through the armor and is firmly tied to their body. On the side of the cushion lock, there are also several pure steel short-handled axes hanging, which can be fought in close combat.

Holding a patterned steel spear in his hand, the green steel armor was covered with bright slurry paint, and the shield wrapped in blue shadow grass was a thick and strong hand. Under the ox horn helmet, there was a big oval face with expressionless face, which was a brave caveman warrior.

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"Ah~!" After screaming, the entire passage returned to tranquility.

Shanye stood up with a scimitar, the tip of the knife expanded slightly, and a stimulating light appeared on the blade, which was particularly conspicuous in the dark passage.

The thorny shaman waved his staff, and the twitching corpse on the ground was immediately covered by a piece of green thorns. The thorns were wrapped in a huge sphere, and they quickly and greedily "clicks", stimulating everyone's eardrum in the quiet passage.

After a while, the ball of thorny ball threw down several indigested pieces of inferior equipment and retracted back to the ground.

Shan Ye narrowed his eyes, his eyes swept across the blood-red thorns above the thorny shaman's head, and said coldly: "It's my turn!" His voice was calm and he was full of confidence.

The thorny shaman pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, which was considered to be a laugh. The gray shadow, which had been huddling in the corner and had never made a sound, hit the blade.

As he walked out of the darkness slowly, Shan Ye stood in the middle of the passage with a swagger, waiting expressionlessly.

"Dong~!Dong~!" The heavy footsteps slowly echoed in the quiet passage. As the sound approached, the dust and debris on the cave walls rustled down, and several frightened gophers quickly ran out of their hiding place and ran away in panic.

Shan Ye's eyes were slightly solemn, his arm muscles were bulging, his palms tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and his lowered arms slowly raised to his chest, looking serious.

A pair of big feet walked out of the corner of the passage with clumsy and slow steps. Slowly, a strange man who was more than two meters tall and had a large number of Hu Bi hanging from his chest walked out.

Forged in black steel, over-ankle boots with steel patterns. This boot is made of all steel, extremely heavy, ugly and rough in appearance, and the only advantage is its durability.

Thick legs are tied with thick plate armor of the same material, with raised serrations on the edges, which hits people, which is also considered an additional damage.

The upper body is also wrapped in thick plate armor, but the edges look rounder. The slightly raised and the smooth and shiny upper body plate armor flashes from time to time.

The wide and rough hands had no weapons, only a pair of black se-exposed fist gloves. I don’t know what material the fist gloves were, but they were clearly soft with the fabric, but they were shining with a cold metallic glow.

The long gray se Hubian was placed on his chest. Hubian scratched his shiny plate armor slightly, making a "rustling" sound, his neck almost buried in his chest, revealing only a big face.

The face had yellow fuzz, and its facial features were tightly clenched together, revealing a large number of blue veins on the cheeks.

Apart from these, they are the tung muscles.

Just like a bunch of muscles pieced together, there are bumps of uneven muscles everywhere. The arms are particularly thick, and the length does not match the body shape, and it looks like a size larger. It is like pressing an adult's arm on a child, which makes it look out of place. However, the squirting and compact muscle group will cost everyone who underestimates it.
Chapter completed!