Chapter 582: Weak

There was a fire in the surrounding area, the body temperature caused by strenuous activities rose, the sweat in the armor was like rain, the heart beat vigorously, the nerves brought by the killing were tight, and all of them were madly stimulating his nerves.
Already fully familiar with the body... really fast!
There is a kind of heartfelt enthusiasm that is surging, and it is like venting all the depression in the heart. Qianxiu forgets everything, and even has the urge to scream in the sky!
The sword in the hand, the warm blood is drawn down, and unconsciously, Qian Xiu can't hear the other people's shouts and enter the more advanced monster community!
Suddenly a scream rang in front of the thousand repairs. At this time, the sword in his hand just cut off the entire arm of a monster, and another skill has been excellently connected!
A sword with a faint golden light, madly sweeping toward the neck of the monster - the eyes of the thousand repairs suddenly stunned.
Time to put the Buddha is like a regular, only seeing the blood in front of him, a head flew out from his front - the head that flew out and even stared at the thousand repairs.
This is... human?
Human head?
Not a monster... no no! No, it’s a monster! !
Qian Xiu looked at the head of the man who was rolling on the ground, and a cold smothered into the whole body - it was indeed marked as a monster: a soldier who was cursed and demonized!
This is a magical soldier nearby.
Gray-white skin, like a person who just died, a full eight, at this time is facing the thousand repairs. Their eyes are particularly large, cracking their mouths and making unconscious whistling sounds.
They are even more embarrassing than those demon monsters that are even more envious.
"do not come……"
Thousands of repairs took a step back and stepped on the head of the ground, and the body suddenly shook.
This is just a monster...not a human!
Not a person... not everyone here!
After thousands of repairs and hard grips the sword in his hand, he suddenly found that the palm did not know when to start, and had already trembled fiercely.
Move... move! !
The legs seem to have lost power again, and thousands of repairs can't even move their own steps!
Eight enemies of the warriors raised the swords on their hands.
(End of this chapter)