Chapter 542: Dark moon spirit

"12271!"
"9972!"
"11368!"
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The body hits the hard rock again and again, and he treats himself and pours the blood bottle. He recovers the blood close to everything. Fortunately, the body of the Chiyou, who has no double ring, has improved the recovery rate of blood by 200%. The cloak of the master is cloaked. The Mu wind effect also has a 2% blood return per second effect, and it is hard to support for 15 seconds!
Seeing that the blood is about to bottom out, I hurriedly removed the link of the dragon's hook, and "brushed" the body and flew out, out of the cold cold clamp!
"Hey!"
The body fell like a cannonball on the rock, rolled out along the broken rock, the sharp rock scratched the body with abnormal pain, and
snapped
to the body of the rock, and hit her in the mountain rock. On the top of the mouth, the blood of the cockroaches splashed on the frosty white cloak. After the settlement, my blood was only 400!
"Cough..."
Severe coughing, blood splattered along the corners of my mouth, I only feel weak, this time because of serious injuries can not afford any strength, so sitting there so sad, powerless.
The frost relies on my arms, watching me hurt, tears can not be contained, and the face leans against my neck and whispers: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't let When you join Dragon City, you will not be hurt like this, and you don't have to face such a terrible enemy..."
I couldn't help but smile, and the voice weakly said: "What are you talking about? I have never regretted the day since I joined Dragon City..."
"but……"
The tears fell down the beautiful face, and the frost looked at me. We said weakly: "You could be like the adventurers, happy to do some simple tasks of hunting the elk and catching the thief in the Eight Desert City. The ability to be a good adventurer will not need to stand in this terrible foreign domain, without facing the cruel aliens, facing the death all the time..."
I looked at the frost, and smiled slightly: "But if you don't meet you, I may never see what the real power is like, let alone master those forces, and I am a restless guy, I don't. I will be honest as an adventurer, I love to make trouble, I love to fight, not as strong as your mentor, who will be good for me..."
The frost couldn't help but smile, but the tears fell along with it: "Don't say it, don't say it, we may die here today..."
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Under the mountain, Sukh took the Tomahawk and grabbed the injured body of Darling. He took a group of Dragon City soldiers and boarded the mountain again. He whispered: "There is a big man, we are back..."
The frost is leaning against me, watching everyone from afar, whispering: "I know, hurry up... hold down the war songs... Luo Lin is an adult... he is about to be near despair... and, Sukh Why did you bring the seriously injured Darling?"
Su Ke looked awkward: "The dragon warriors are brothers, we are all in the same breath, regardless of each other. Today may be the last battle of the Dragon City. Therefore, I can't let Darling live alone in the mountains and take him. Come up, die, our brothers die together..."
Suddenly, the fainted Darling suddenly swayed his arm and slammed on Sukh’s face, faintly a voice: "NMB, I really thank you..."
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At this moment, the center of the mountain, finally, Luo Lin stood up, suddenly reached out and grabbed the desperate handle, suddenly trembled, a ray shrouded the whole body, the blood is almost about to burst, the general pain, Luo Lin gnawed his teeth The mourning, the robes flying behind, the whole earth is shaking!
"brush!"
A ray of light rises from the center of the desperate artifacts. The shock wave wanders around me, and the frost is swept away. We open our eyes desperately and finally find that Luo Lin’s body is straight and it seems that desperate is healing him quickly. The broken body, the wound in the chest is healing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
"Luo Lin Wang was desperate for the artifact! King Luo Lin was desperate for the artifact!" Su Ke cheered with a battle axe.
A group of dragon city sergeants also screamed: "Long live the king of Luo Lin! Long live the king of Luo Lin!"
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However, at this moment, Ling Han’s mouth was raised, and a disdainful smile was issued.
A dead dog, even if it is desperate, what about it? The power of the artifact lies in the person who masters the artifact, a sword holy Why can a person in charge control the ultimate artifact of despair? Hahaha, let Laozi’s doom come to teach you how desperate, how?

The radiance was exhausted, and Luo Lin stood in despair, quietly standing in the ruins, slowly looking up and said: "As you wish!"
"Snapped!"
The gravel splattered, and Luo Lin suddenly rushed to the cold, holding the hilt with both hands, and suddenly the volley was condescending!
Ling Han did not speak, raised his sickle with his hands, and used the handle of the sickle to block the desperate attack!
"Hey!"
The deafening sound came, and a whole piece of rock ground collapsed directly. The explosion of the energy storm occurred in the collision area between the two sacred soldiers, and the whole rock was directly evaporated!
Suspended above a bowl-shaped groove, Ling Han retreats tens of meters, and the corner of his mouth rises: "It looks pretty good, but if it is only this strength, it will die!"
The arm trembled a little, and Ling Han finally began to get serious. The runes were spinning around the arm, and the blessing was above the bad luck. His face became more awkward, his hands raised the sickle, and he smiled and said: "Come on, Eat Laozi’s 'Frost Night Elegy!'
"flood!"
The blood red color flocked to the sickle, and the body of Ling Han seemed to be much more illusory. The sickle was emptied, and the three consecutive attacks of "brushing" attacked Luo Lin, and Luo Lin had no choice but to block with despair. !
"Hey..."
The fire was shining, the whole mountain seemed to be disintegrated, and the air was flying. When the dust settled, it was found that Ling Han was already standing in the air, while Luo Lin’s wolf’s sword fell into the broken rock, and the corner of the mouth was again bloody. After all, the strength of the two sides is relatively large, even if Luo Lin is desperate, but still can not beat each other.
Ling Han mouth with a scornful smile: "Luo Lin, have you seen it? Even if you have an artifact, I can still crush you easily. After all, you can't use this kind of garbage with despair, come on, give despair I, I can consider giving you a whole body!"
Rollin clenched his sword: "Dream!"
"This is your own death!"
Ling Han raised his arm, and the death force gathered in the palm of his hand. Suddenly it was a throwing attack. Suddenly, "Lon" was slammed by a cyclone storm. The armor of the whole body was chopped, and the pain could not help but make a tragic sound, but Still not letting go of the hand of desperation, he is struggling hard, not willing to give up the low chance of victory. In fact, as long as Luo Lin is dead, all of us here can only die.
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After the raging, Ling Han stood proud in the air, with a smile on his lips, Luo Lin fell to a pile of ruins, and the despair in his hands became a little dim. Ling cold smiled: "See no, the ultimate artifact It is also weak because of the owner's waste. Luo Lin, you can't master the desperate waste, take it, hahaha..."
Luo Lin looked up and looked blank: "Dream!"
"The stubbornness!"
Ling Han suddenly slashed the sickle, the earth trembled, the death force from the depths of the ground, gathered on the sickle, it seems that this war song is to launch a trick, I and Lin Yuer, Li Mu, Yan Zhao unparalleled, sword Feng Han and others are all face to face, everyone is mentally prepared, we may have to be buried here!
"It’s over..." The smoky clouds of smoke clenched the iron fist.
Hanbei gnaws his teeth: "It looks like we are going to smash..."
Who Lan Yan MM reached out to the West and said: "Look, what is pressing in the sky, is approaching quickly..."
Everyone looked at it together. Sure enough, from the west, the black-pressed flying object is approaching quickly.
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"Ok?"
Ling Han couldn't help but frowned. "I don't seem to be calling to fight. Why are these sword spirit cavalry coming here, is it... there are new orders on it?"
A few seconds later, a large group of flying cavalry came, and the dark dragon was riding on the dragon. The dragon's body was wrapped with armor. The cavalry was also wrapped in fine armor, carrying the epee, only showing cold eyes.
Sword Spirit Cavalry, level 7 demon, this is a super high-level monster with the ability we can not imagine!
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Yan Zhao was unparalleled, biting his teeth, and the hand holding the sword was a little trembling. He trembled: "CNM... even the 7th level of the devil has come. Is this task to toss us to death? MLGBD, this is basically It’s not an SSS level mission. It’s a task of how many people are going to die. This setting is ruthless...

Jianfeng Han also looked depressed: "This task... does not seem to let us finish..."
I recovered the blood under the treatment of 凫水囡囡, helped the frosty station to get up, and looked at a group of swordsman cavalry from afar. The frosty eyes were amazed, whispered: "The legendary sword spirit The cavalry, it turns out that this is the high-ranking warrior who guards the holy sword in the demon territory. The flying dragon is the most swift pulse of the dragon..."
I said, "Can we play it?"
Flowing the cream and shaking his head: "In the annals of history, the most sensible way to meet the sword spirit cavalry is to escape, otherwise it must die..."
I:"……"
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At this moment, a sword spirit cavalry with a military emblem on his shoulder urged the dragon to move forward, respectful to Ling Handao: "Hell war songs adults, we are ordered to invite you back to the enemy!"
"The enemy?" Ling Han faintly said: "What kind of enemy is letting you come to me?"
The sword spirit cavalry sounded hoarsely: "It is the enemy in the southwest of the nest, the demon women from the Dark Moon Spirit Territory!"
"Damn!"
Ling Hanyi holds an iron fist: "I must eradicate this group of monks in my life, go, go back with me!"
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Said, Ling Han looked back at Luo Lin and sneered: "This time you are lucky, but you remember, your life is my cold, despair is mine, wait, hit Retreat to the Dark Moon Spirit, that is, your death is here, no matter where you are, I will come to take your head!"