: 224. Am I too gentle in the past two years?

Yan Zhao songs hold the stone pillars, gazing at the black dragons in the distant horizon, and the crowds who have gathered themselves. Oh,
While observing, Yan Zhaoge whispered to Ahu and Feng Yunyi, which roughly explained the current situation.
"The people who can drive the black dragons are at least the masters." Ahu looked serious at the moment, and he did not see the lazy and slickness of the past: "The other party does not directly shoot, and he wants to be a big master who is scrupulous in this place. Take effect."
Feng Yunqi held it on the black knife handle: "Rely on the power of the natural disaster of the Black Dragonfly, the great master is not close, and can not be finely manipulated, so it is not fully grasped to achieve its purpose."
"It is best to be able to bury us with black dragon cockroaches. If not, we can create chaos and make us unstoppable."
Feng Yunying looked at Yan Zhao’s song: "At this time, if someone makes a mess, the chances of success increase greatly..."
Yan Zhao’s eyes are deep and deep, and he’s not too much.
Suddenly, Yan Zhao song looked in the line and saw Jun Luo's body behind him. The family named Lian Ying, who had a strange look, suddenly pulled out a black short sword.
Yan Zhao song frowned, initially thought that he would be unfavorable to Jun Luo, is preparing to stop, but see the goal of the black short sword, it is a company.
The black short sword stabbed into his own arm and suddenly made a "beep" sound.
There are quirky aura fluctuations that emanate from the black dagger and the wounds of the battalion arm.
Yan Zhao’s eyes are condensed:
It’s like a variant of a certain blood sacrifice method. In his blood, someone has previously buried some kind of curse?

The blood dripped from the arm of the company and fell on the sand below, and the sand was instantly dyed into a white snow.
The light and shadow in the air floats and condenses into a huge looming pattern, and the pattern is printed on the ground.
The snow white is centered on the grounds of the company and spreads rapidly toward the surrounding desert.
Suddenly, everyone’s feet came with a violent shock. Like an earthquake, the white sand sea suddenly became dangerous.
At the foot of the desert, it seems that all of this moment has turned into quicksand, and people have stepped on it. Suddenly fell into it!
Everyone is a glimpse: "...this is, Bai Long?"
The people present were all military, except for Junluo, Lianying, and Liancheng, all of them were masters.
I don’t know if I want to jump up, but I can’t rush out of the white sand.
Just a little effort at the foot. Not only can the feet not be pulled out of the quicksand, but they sink deeper.
Whether it is strong or soft, it is all a result, trying to stir up suffocation, but when the suffocating touches the white quicksand, it immediately disappears invisible!
In the sky above the head, the black storm raged, and the desert under the feet became a quicksand, and people were buried alive.
After the legs and feet are stuck in the quicksand. Everyone is afraid to move, the more they struggle, the faster they fall.
While unable to move, it is only the black storm that can only watch the horror hit him.
Jun Luo exclaimed, his feet were empty, his figure quickly sank, and soon nearly half of his body was immersed in white sand.
The same is true of the other city.
However, I saw that the company was still standing firmly on the white sand, and it was as usual.
The blood continued to drop from the wounds of the battalion arm, and his face became paler. Almost no blood was seen, and the whole person was even weaker.
But his spirit is very excited, his face is sick and excited, and he looks at Jun Luo: "Lolo. Don't be afraid, there will be nothing."
Even the camp went to Junlu step by step, while walking, whispered: "As long as you hold me tight, you are not afraid to sink into the desert. I can sneak into the ground with your freedom."
"So, the black dragon storm on the ground is not enough."
He was crazy and opened his arms, as if to hug Junluo: "Look, Lolo, I am not bad, right? Yan Zhao can save you, I can."
On the arm of the battalion, the black short sword was deeply inserted into the wound, and the blood continued to drip.
Hearing his words, although in danger, everyone is still a little stay, and some people's eyes can not help but see Yan Zhao song.
Yan Zhao song looked at Lian Ying: "Concentric blood curse, this is not just a matter of martial arts category, but more inclined to Qimen different skills, but this is to burn your own blood as a price, like a sacrifice."
"Although it has caused Bai Longzhen, but with your blood, it will not last long."
Yan Zhaoge raised his eyebrows slightly: "With the connection of the blood curse and the natural disaster, you can really walk in Bailongyu in a short time, and the people you contact with can also be carried by you without worrying about the risk of quicksand. ""
"But, that will drag the person into the concentric blood curse, and provide a sacrifice for the curse, and soon follow your footsteps, and the blood will be destroyed."
"Do you want Lolo to go with you to die?"
After listening to Yan Zhaoge’s words, Jun Luo’s eyes widened and he looked at the camp with incredulity.
The Liancheng, who grew up together with the company, was even more stunned. He only felt that his brother, who was suddenly strange, was terrible.
Even the battalion touched Jun Luo's gaze, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't bear it for a moment.
But soon, he laughed happily: "Life can not be the same, death can be the same point, it is not awkward."
Lian Ying looked at Yan Zhao's song: "The total victory over the eyes of Lolo is getting closer and closer to other men."
"Yan Zhao Ge, you are the pride of the sky, you are high, you will become a generation of legends, compared with you standing in the clouds, how many people like me, like dust, live like mud? But how then Just because you are standing on the cloud, you can trample on us at will, can you steal even the last rays of my life?"
"Impossible! Although I am weak, I have to try it. I will pull you down from the clouds and see if you are covered with muddy water. How can you continue to be so high!"
A thin teenager, excited and roaring.
At the same time, the white sand drifted on the ground, and the black storm in the sky roared.
In addition to the white dragons that emerged from the crowd, the black dragons formed by the black storm in the sky, overwhelming, have come to the crowd, the horrible black hurricane, rushing down to everyone!
Yan Zhao song looked bleak, holding the stone pillar, standing still in the same place, suddenly there was a purple thunder in the right eye!
At the same time, Yan Zhao song turned left, a black incense burner appeared in the hands, and then thrown to Ahu: "Handle the white dragonfly and bring them out."
At the same time, Ahu responded with a gaze and stared at the company.
"Although, I don't really understand what you are complaining about." Yan Zhao's eyes are watching the black storm, and he doesn't even look at the company. "But, is it because I have been self-cultivating for the past two years, too gentle, so that now? Anyone wants to try to step on me to prove themselves?" (To be continued.)