: 3063 Chu Xinyan: The Charity Conference, now really begins (3)

At this time, the hearts of these people are full of regrets.
Why are they coming to this ghost place to join in the fun.
Also, I want to see the jokes of the seven children.
As a result, they are the biggest jokes of their own.
Looking at the crowds that fled like birds and beasts, Chu Xinyan did not move even with a movement, and his face showed a mocking expression.
"Jingmeng Lord, now you should understand?"
Chu Xinyan looked at Jing Tianyi’s indescribable face, revealing a cold and cold smile: "What kind of people are intent, what moral paradox, all count as a fart!"
"In the comprehension of this weak meat, the only one who is qualified to master the right to speak is strength!"
Jing Tianyi’s heart jumped.
Suddenly, I realized what I was, and suddenly looked around.
Then I heard the screams of screams coming from all directions.
The monks who had just fled, all flung back.
And with this group of monks, crushing, driving, and killing...
It is the army of the repairers!
It is the 100,000-strong army formed by Dingbei Houjun and the Horton tribe.
The strength of the iron armor is clear.
The entire army is equipped with eight defense defensive armor, and the repairs are all above the Golden Age.
Such an army, even a team of three or five people, is extremely difficult to deal with.
What's more, it is a vast, tacit understanding of the thousands of troops.
Look at the North Houjun.
This army is very different from the ordinary repairers.
They don't have much spiritual power in their whole body. Under the rough look, they even think that they are just a group of ordinary mortals and low-level forging monks.
However, when they slashed their knives, they would have a black sigh.
The black gas with the power of the haze, as long as the entanglement of the monks, will make their spiritual power unable to run.
And they themselves seem to be not afraid of pain.
No matter how many swords are stabbed, they will rush forward.
Between the killings, their sizzling, it is even more shocking.
In the hands of a long knife, there is a person rolling down in the blink of an eye, or half of the body flies into the air.
And their pair of red eyes, seeing this scene like the world purgatory, not only did not bear the slightest fear, but also full of bloodthirsty excitement.
Such a monster, like a spiritual devotion.
Distinguished is the magic!
This is a team of real magic soldiers!
On the Square of the Devil, there was a scream of screaming and crying, asking for anger and roar.
The smell becomes more and more thick, the thick nose is thick, and the thick one sinks straight.
[The Allure Army] and [Liangchen Army] Although they were hiding in the flood tower, they were not affected.
Can look at the outside scene, but it is still a burst of cold on the back.
Where do these people think?
They thought it was a funeral meeting to join in the fun.
In the end, they became the place where they could not escape.
Kong Yuanjiu watched the innocent monks slain in succession, and his heart was angry.
I want to rush out to save people, but I think of what I am going to do.
His eyes turned to Jun Muyan.
The girl looks like snow, and her eyebrows are bleak, seemingly indifferent to what happened in front of her eyes.
But the hands that rested on the lap were smashed into fists.
The hourglass on the celestial piano is silent.
Like the hope of approaching, it is like the drop of the reminder.
Kong Yuanji took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
No, time is not enough!