At the moment, the foundation and the heart of the mercenary career, which have been laid for more than a decade, have been fully realized.

The hand that clings to the silk is tight, and the whole body opens in the moment of the moon, and it slams all the rocks that suddenly come out.

However, on this smooth cliff, there is no stone that can withstand the power generated by a human body.

The moon crossed the smooth cliff and fell to the bottom.

That speed is a few feet in a flash.

The body plunged down, and the smog on the cliff blew, with absolute ice.

The power of gravity is that no one can resist it.

The speed of falling is fast, and the response of the moon is faster.

The right hand is steep, grabbing the dagger at the waist, and the moon that slams past the front of the moon, trying to get into it.

The iron-cut dagger is stabbed on the hard rock.

Immediately, a sharp, sharp voice sounded like a collision of iron, making people feel cold.

Crossing down, the sharp dagger, deeply drawn a large slit on the rock, is in the middle of the rock.

The dagger stopped, and the month immediately stopped the falling trend.

At the same moment, the silk that fell from the rock on the left hand was also caught by Ouyang, and the tension was tight.

"Are you okay?" Anxious voice blew from the top with the wind.

Filled with care and anxiety.

"Nothing." Haoyue threw a cold sentence.

The wind is blowing.

After a long while, it was only faintly heard that the stones that were pulled down by the moon were coming from the abyss under their feet, and the dull ones could hardly hear.

Haoyue controlled his body shape and glanced down at his feet.

A little confused, the clouds floated gently in the middle of the mountain, and the bottom could not be seen.