The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

There were two more men, one black and one white, and the contrast was quite strong.

The dark-skinned man is burly and handsome, holding a golden gun.

The fair-skinned man was handsome, holding a flute with the same golden light in his hand.

The dark-skinned man looked around, his pupils shrank suddenly, and when he looked at us again, his eyes were full of anger: "It's you, who killed my companion?"

"Not bad" Shilock giggled and chuckled, "We killed it, are you here to take revenge?"

"Vengeance?" The black-skinned man shook his head slightly: "They died in battle, it can only prove their incompetence."

"But I see hatred and anger in your eyes." I touched my fully healed chest, and I smiled and looked at the black-skinned man.

"You killed my people, killed my companions, and I naturally angered you."

"So, you are here to take revenge?" I asked again.

He shook his head again: "I'm not here to take revenge."

"Then what are you doing?" I curiously asked: "Help my companion collect the body?"

"The work of collecting corpses does not require us to do it." The black-skinned man's anger gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually turned from hatred to coldness: "We are only responsible for killing."

"So, are you here to kill us?" I smiled and looked at him.

"Exactly."

"Since it's not revenge, what's your reason for killing us?" I continued to ask.

"Invading the land of the Protoss, killing the descendants of the gods, disturbing your majesty to rest, everything here is a capital crime." The black-skinned man looked at me coldly and said lightly: "Are you clear?"

"Clear" nodded, and I said: "Then, may I fight back?"

"This is your right," the black-skinned man said coldly: "But soon, you will discover how ridiculous it is to resist the punishment of the descendants of the **** king."

After speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and shot out like a dragon.

The golden spear turned into a golden torrent and came straight to me. The spear is sharp and the body is straight, straight forward, invincible!

However, this indomitable momentum stopped abruptly when passing through Shilock.

If you look at it, you will find that Shilock made a move, but it was only a small show. She turned her long pink hair into a small shield, blocking the way of the Golden Gun, but this time, she underestimated it. The power of weapons.

The golden spear is really like an invincible spear, after colliding several times with Shilok's small shield, it unexpectedly defeated her with a small shield made of hair!

The scattered silky hair fell back behind Shilock again, a strange light flashed in her eyes, and Xingmu unconsciously followed the golden gun.

Obviously, she was full of curiosity about this weapon.

The golden spear continued to engulf the invincible momentum, and went straight to me.

Dangerous signals kept ringing in my heart, and the louder and more urgent.

"This gun should not be underestimated!" Odachi's voice sounded in my mind: "Use me."

"it is good."

Without a second word, he directly held the Odachi in front of him, which was an expression of absolute trust in his friends.

The golden spear shot out like a rainbow, and slammed into the blade of Odachi with an unmatched momentum, and burst out with a huge explosive force in an instant.

The force spread across the blade at a very fast speed along the contact point, and reached the handle within a second, hurting my tiger's mouth.

The red blood flowed down the hilt of the knife, and dripped out with my backing body, one of which fell on Spitz's dragon claw.

Spitz stared at the drop of blood on the dragon's claws for a few seconds, then suddenly sucked it at a speed that could not cover his ears, and sucked it into his mouth. Then he smashed his mouth, felt his physical condition a bit, and finally shook his head disappointed. .

I managed to dissolve the power of the gun. My feet were already in the ground, and my chest was pierced by the tip of the gun at least two inches. I couldn't speak at all. I could only look at Spitz and Shilock, hoping for them both. Be able to see and start rescue in time.

However, Spitz was tasting my blood, and Shirlock stared at Spitz with jealousy, seemingly salivating for my blood for a long time.

I gritted my teeth for a long time, but I couldn’t even jump out a word—it’s okay, all my strength was used to resist the opponent’s attack, and I couldn’t make any effort to shout—even so, I was still pressed by the dark-skinned man. , And backed by dozens of steps, to be precise, pushed back by him.

At this time, the flat road surface of the Poseidon Clan has been plowed out by me to a ditch more than half a meter deep.

Fortunately, my body strength has reached the point of exaggeration. If I had just arrived, I would not have lost my good legs!

I made a joke, and it was an active and nervous mood. After all, the opponent's strength was too strong, and it was far from comparable to the two of my opponents.

I suspect that the black-skinned man in front of me may be better than the forest king, at least in terms of strength, I can be sure that he is slightly stronger than the forest king.

After all, when wrestling with the Lord of the Forest with all my strength, I can still win with skill to some extent, but the person in front of me forced me to use skill with brute force and aura.

But the battle of life and death is such a thing, even if you can't win, you have to fight, otherwise you just wait to be killed.

So after I gave Spitz a vicious look, all the killing intent I could grasp at the moment burst out.

The strong killing intent was like a dense mist, and it instantly wrapped me and the dark-skinned man.

The dark-skinned man obviously didn't expect me to come to this hand, he couldn't help but was taken aback, and at the same time a faint fear rose in his eyes.

The more powerful an adventurer is, the more sensitive he is to magic fluctuations and killing intent, which is like the difference between having radar and no radar.

The black-skinned man is also a strong man who has experienced many battles, but he has never seen such a strong killing intent, like a flood, which suffocates him.

"This person..." dozens of meters away, the white-skinned man also looked at me with a ghostly look, and at the same time raised the flute to his lips.

This move was definitely not meant to play a flute sound for me. It was a matter of mind to relieve tension. The reason why he always accompanied him with the flute was probably because of his fighting style.

Sure enough, when the flute sounded, phantoms alternated in my mind.

There are partings, there are passing away, and there are endless killings.

These are all the scenes I encountered after coming to the Hefeng Continent, of which massacres were the most.

There are scenes of monsters being slaughtered, there are scenes of enemies being slaughtered, and there are even tragic scenes of former teammates who have been slaughtered by the corpse thief.

Yes, this is the reason why I saw that the corpse thief would kill him.

That is a memory that makes me sad and helpless so far.

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