This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's a mystery."

Throwing this piece of paper aside, there was no interest in 3l-1mm.

He doesn't watch the story party. The favorite thing to do in all games is to skip skip and then skip again. He is basically not interested in what happens behind the copy.

This thing should be able to analyze something by taking off his clothes and analyzing it, but he only cares about whether he can kill people.

Part of his stamina was restored, he got up, biting his rust sword and preparing to move on.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded.

Later, a young man wrapped in a gray robe appeared here, looking at 3l in the lounge with interest.

The young man seemed to be only twenty years old. Although he was wrapped in a gray robe like an administrator, he did not wear a badge on his chest.

The footsteps of the opponent are light and cautious, and the intervals of each step are similar, demonstrating the extremely strong control over oneself.

Looking at the 3l in the lounge, the young man said with a smile: "It's rare, there is still a slime here, is he a family member of the Demon King?"

"It's okay for you to understand this way."

"Introduce myself. I am a royal family, numbered 117. Although it is not as good as the top ten adults, it is still an older royal family. I am the administrator here. Do you need any help?"

"I wanted you to help find someone, but forget it now, I just want to fight you."

"I'm a pacifist." The young man said with a smile still.

"It's full of stench, you've been thinking about **** me since you saw me. That's a coincidence, and I have the same idea."

"Is it exposed?"

The figure numbered 117 disappeared instantly, and appeared again in front of 3l.

The weapons of each other collided with each other, and the bursting sword lights were like sparks sputtered by stars flying around.

After one blow, No. 117 quickly retreated, and a wound from his left shoulder to his right waist almost cut him in two, leaving only a little muscle connected.

Even so, No. 117 still smiled happily: "It's so refreshing, how long has it been since I saw a guy like you? The work of the library is really too monotonous, balance the red and green factions, and bring disasters. I don’t like this kind of work at all!"

"Is there any overtime pay?"

"Isn't that you."

The number 117, which was almost split into two pieces, recovered instantly, and then rushed towards 31 with a big laugh.

The horrible impact shattered each other's swordsmanship, and the resulting impact spread like a tsunami, shattering all the surrounding bookshelves.

In the sky full of paper, No. 117 laughed wildly and said: "Mr., you must compensate for the damaged book at the price!"

"How about taking your life to accompany you."

A few swords cut the number 117 into pieces, and the opponent's flesh and blood fell to the ground, but it quickly merged and became number 117 again.

"The royal family is really troublesome." 3l sighed helplessly.

"There is more trouble." Number 117 said with a smile.

The arm was shown, and a series of restrictions were lit up on the arm of No. 117.

"Come on, make me more happy! This is the restriction I got from the nameless god, let me, the real sword master, teach you a false sword master!"

"It's really troublesome."

The first time 3l dealt with the royal family was because the opponent swallowed the ghost system of the mad little policewoman, and was broken, and then directly beaten into scum by the demon king.

Now he is stronger than the Demon King at the time, but he doesn't know how to break the royal family, so there is no way to talk about the last step.

Moreover, in this era, the gods are hidden, and their own constraints have also become invalid. It is impossible to kill the opponent's concept with a concept.

With all external methods ineffective, 3l now only has swordsmanship.

But isn't it better!

When seeing Lena again, 3l found that the other party had already reached a new height.

In the absence of gods and restraints, one's own strength has surpassed the limits of human beings and reached a new height.

3l envy the height of that floor.

He wanted to catch up, stand with Lena, then enjoy the beautiful scenery above, and share the hardships along the way with Lena.

Removed the psionic armament, and gave all the instincts to swordsmanship, 3l number 117 with full frontal firepower.

Now, bright sword!

When the two sword masters were scoring the library, Lu Fan was not idle either.

And the magician invited directly used his own special skills, refraction.

The avatar of the Demon King Lu Mortal Realm was summoned in the seventy-five year and came to the king's city.

The artificial sun went out in an instant, and the entire royal city was shrouded in darkness, as if it would never wake up.

The top 10 royal family felt this terrifying pressure for the first time, and instantly appeared in the sky, facing the devil in front of them.

At this time, the hole cards of the king's city were revealed one by one, and countless layers of defensive magic were lit up one after another, protecting the king's city.

The imitation Xingchen Cannon and other weapons that Lu Fan hadn't seen before were charged. The fluorescent muzzle was aimed at Lu Fan in the air, and it would fire at any time.

Faced with such a precaution, Lu Fan just smiled lightly.

"good."

To be able to do this in this era when the gods are hidden, this group of royals is indeed good.

Worthy of praise.

The magician's refraction time is limited, so Lu Fan only has one shot.

However, one time is enough.

After condensing the sword light with his bare hands, Lu Fan released his attack directly at Wang Cheng.

The thick defensive barrier shattered in an instant, and the mysterious power below could not resist this sword light, as if the ice and snow under the scorching sun melted instantly.

A glaze-like pure **** emerged from the center of the royal city, and millions of followers of the unknown **** stood up under the urgent call and collectively called their own god.

Under the influence of this large-scale ceremony, the nameless **** controlled by the royal family now stands on the opposite side of Lu Fan and uses his power to protect the royal city.

Countless divine powers are burning, and the mighty power of the divine and Lu Fan's sword light cancel each other out and turn into a series of nothingness.

After Jian Mang was completely offset, the emotionless **** took a deep look at Lu Fan, and then disappeared without a trace.

Lu Fan also stopped acting.

Although Refraction can invite the body of its own human world, it will consume evil coins every time it acts, and they don't have that many evil coins in stock.

Now, it is the limit to be able to maintain one's own image, and it will be exposed if you take action.

At this time, the number 1 had the opportunity to fly up and kneel in front of Lu Fan.

"Salute to you, the great, noble and eternal demon lord."

"I thought you would ask me why I wanted to attack King City."

"Everything you do is holy will, and we won't have any doubts."

"The disguise is really good, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I'm just here to remind you that there are some things, don't go too far."

Leaving this unclear sentence aside, Lu Fan directly lifted the refraction and returned to the number 1, which was puzzled seventy-five years ago.

This vague sentence is equivalent to drawing a red line for the royal family. There is no indication that there are references everywhere. This will make the royal family think whether he has touched a certain inverse scale of Lord Demon Lord.

And number 1 really thinks so.

She thought about her recent actions and said helplessly: "Notify the library, don't embarrass those people."

"But, Winston is..."

No. 1 looked at the Desecration Library tangledly, and finally shook his head: "It doesn't matter, this is the will of the Demon King. Notice No. 117, don't chase."

Number 5 quickly began to contact Number 117, but then regretfully shook his head.

"It's useless, number 117 is dead."