Chapter 1544: Father, is this a flying sword? (third more!)

"Ding!"
The sound of the crisp gold stone strikes, and the long knife that Yili has just lifted half has broken into a blade of the sky.
In his horrified eyes, a sword slammed into his face.
Blood and unidentified liquids splashed open, and Iri's body with half of his head slowly fell down, not even having time to read the second word.
"The Warden!"
The jailer looked at this scene incredulously, and the first knife of the Fak tribe was killed even if the opponent’s blow was not caught!
But the screams didn't have time to send out, because the black man killed Iri, the body did not have a half-stop, but rushed to other people in the passage at a faster rate.
The warden was killed by a sword, but this did not completely destroy their desire to survive, the sound of the sword pulling the sword sounded again, and the sound of magic sings sounded.
After all, it is the dungeon just below the palace. As long as they make enough movements to let the chiefs feel it, the guy who committed the crime will be killed no matter who it is.
The black man is strong, and he has only one person.
However, the temperature in the prison seems to have dropped a lot, the air has become somewhat stagnant, and it has become frozen, and the movements of the people have become somewhat inconvenient.
At this moment, the black man who rushed forward suddenly broke out the sword in his hand.
The long-sworded scorpion, which was shining under the oil lamp, flew out of the prison corridor at a frightening speed and fell back into the hands of McGonagall.
The blood dripped slowly from the tip of the sword, and the thick stone gate behind them also slowly closed.
At this time, those jailers stunned their eyes and slowly fell to the ground, completely losing their breath.
"It's so powerful!" Amy shrugged and looked at McGon's sword. The little face was full of surprise and worship.
"Father, is this a flying sword?" Amy couldn't help but wonder.
"This is a sword technique." McGonagall replied with a smile, and then did not say more, but took a bunch of torches from the side of the wall and walked toward the prisons.
The movement of the fight and the gradual strong smell in the air made the prisoners sober. Those who regarded them as pigs and dogs on weekdays, and the prisoners who were willing to fight, were all killed!
"Give the already in the air?"
"I know that it is impossible for a monarch to become a chieftain. The adult of the eclipse will never agree!"
The prisoners flocked to the railings, and their faces were hard to hide.
"I came to save Dinan's son, can he be here?" McGonagall said in his old, low voice.
After a quiet moment in the prison, someone immediately said: "Is the outside world still controlled by Gary?"
The panic sentiment spread again, and some people began to ask for help from Meg.
"Can the Dinan son be held here?" McGonagall ignored the orcs who asked for help, and the voice repeated it hard.
"Dun Di Nan Gongzi is not being held here. This strong man, please be sure to save him. The rise and fall of our Fak tribe is all dependent on him. If he is dead, the inheritance of the old chief will be broken." The aged orc squeezed into the front and succumbed to it.
"Is there not Princess Connie?" McGonagall frowned.
"The Dinantang son is the only choice. Princess Connie is not a successor, nor can she become a chief." The old man shook his head.
"If you are not there, then I will worship." McGonagall took the sword with some boringness, and put the torch to the side, and took Amy and turned to the direction of Shimen.
"help me!"
"Please save us!"
The orcs began to cry for help. They have heard countless warnings about being executed tomorrow. It is like catching a life-saving straw after falling into the water.
"Noisy again, I killed you too." McGonagall coldly.
The prison suddenly became dead.
The stone door slowly opened, and McGonagall went out with Amy, and then closed the stone door again.
The two ice sculptures at the entrance are still standing upright. If there is no accident, you should wait for the prison jailer to change the class before someone discovers what happened in the prison.
"Point 2 has been eliminated, no dungeons exist." McGonagall opened the intercom, and the voice was low.
"Point 1 has been ruled out. Only three orcs are held in the dungeon. The appearance is very different from that of Judyan." Elizabeth's voice soon rang from the intercom.
"Spread to the 3rd point." McGonagall held Amy sideways into the side channel, and a pair of patrols quickly passed by them.
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"Who are you! Dare to make trouble in my Fak tribe!" Basil, who was wounded in many ways, looked around and looked grievous and angry.
On the way back to the palace, he was intercepted by an unidentified guy.
The speed of the other party is too fast, and the strength is too strong, so that even after several fights, he did not even see the other party's appearance.
The surrounding stone temple collapsed a lot, and the crushed boulder is the best evidence of fierce fighting.
Did not answer, responding to his only one and a half tall stone.
Basil waved the black iron in his hand and smashed the boulder into a shard of stone.
At this moment, a slender thigh smashed out of the dust of the sky, and Basil flew at one foot.
"Bastard! Can dare to come out with me a bright battle!" Basil jumped out of the boulder pile with some grievances, roaring in the sky.
The surroundings were still in silence, and only the leaves in the distance were sizzled by the cold wind, as if they were laughing at him.
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"Who are you! Dare to kill my Fuck tribe!" Darryl and Kurt intercepted Rex and watched him drink.
"Who am I, is it important?" Rex smiled at some self-deprecating.
"It's not important now, no matter who you are, you have to die here tonight!" Daryl lifted the wizard's staff and began to sing a spell. The dark blue light began to condense at the top of the wizard's staff.
Kurt also took out a double-knife, drove the World of Warcraft and launched a charge to Rex.
"This is a bit familiar." Rex shook his head and did not retreat. He rushed over to Kurt, and he did not see his blade. He raised his hand and sat down with him. Head black Warcraft to go.
The tip of the knife slid almost past his scalp, and his iron fist was a real punch on the head of the Warcraft.
With a crisp crack of bones, Kurt sitting on top of Warcraft and the World of Warcraft whose heads collapsed at the same time flew away.
"No issuer!"
Daryl looked at Rex and suddenly cried in horror.
"Oh... is it actually him?!"
Kurt’s face, which barely stabilizes his body, is also difficult to hide.