Ji Chaoyu looked gloomy in front of the scene.

His own three hundred elite pioneers, under the hands of the other three, insisted on less than five minutes!

"The Vanguard! Go on!"

Oh! Oh!

The sound of a knife rang.

Under the illumination of the fire, the cold knives in the hands of the moat were bright and dazzling.

The night feathers are three people, still standing there.

"kill--"

The companion died under the knife of the other party, and the momentum of the second batch of vanguards was obviously more than the first batch of brave.

One by one shouted to the night feathers and three people.

"kill!"

The beauty of the night feather mask shot two cold light.

Hey!

As soon as the night feathers raised their hands, the soul-splitting blade in the hand burst out.

boom!

At the foot, a group of spiritual powers was made, and his body was applied to the extreme, catching up with the cold light from his hands.

Hey!

The Soul Eater did not enter the throat of a moat. Under the huge force, the Soul Eater pierced the man's neck and inserted the neck of the moat behind him. He came with a bunch of candied haws.

Hey.

The figure of the night feathers keeps up, before they fall, they pull out their weapons. At the same time, the six or seven cold swords are cut to the night.

Puff puff!

The figure of the night feathers did not stop at all. After taking out the soul-splitting blade, it disappeared in the same place. The six-seven cold knife was directly cut on the two moats.

The two moats were horrified and a lot of blood was coming from the throat.

They never imagined that they would eventually be hacked to death by a brother of a military camp.

The same scene is also performed around the fat man and the night.

The body of the night feathers is too fast!

The moats began to fight high spirits at the beginning. When they saw that the people they had cut were not the **** enchantress, but the brothers who were getting along with each other, they began to timid.

In this way, the night feathers and three people are even more like a duck!

The strength of the Sixth Order of the Spirit is the third-order officers and men of the Spirit, even if the number of officers and men is large?

This world, watching the absolute strength!

Looking at the 500-hundred vanguard team figure is getting sparse and screaming, and finally an adjutant can't stand it.

"General, the other's repair is too high! So go on, our soldiers are afraid, afraid of their opponents!"

The adjutant stood in front of the horse of Ji Chao, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

"Oh! Go again! I don't believe that their spiritual power is endless!"

Ji Chaoyu’s big sword in the tight handshake, he also saw the bravery of the three men, and also knows that the third-level level of the moat will definitely not match the other side.

However, Ji Chaoyu is waiting, waiting for those people to spend their energy, and then... use their own killings!

The deputy officer saw the general ordered, biting his teeth, turned and walked to the side, waved his hand: "The vanguard, on!"

Another 500 people rushed out of the army.

It’s just that... these five hundred people have no momentum from those who have just.

......

Hey!

The night feathers smashed a moat, and a few drops of blood splashed on the red mask, even more demon.

The spirit of the night feathers swept away, and the outer moats increased again. The pace at the foot speeded up a few points, and the soul-splitting blade in the palm quickly harvested the life of the moat.

The night feathers don't want to kill these people. Although she is a killer, the night feathers are not killing. But now... Both sides are their masters, life and death, can only blame themselves and the wrong person!

"Headmaster! Let's not support Miss Night." Zhang Dayong stood behind the shadow of Nangong Shadow Snow, looking at the battlefield ahead, and his heart was tumbling.