"Don't kill people?"

During the battle, such words seemed to reach Edward, Raven, and Levsky's ears at the same time, and these three suddenly felt incredible for a while.

I thought that the other party was obviously here with a killing intent, and he was already ready to be ruthless. In this situation, he still needs to show mercy?

Regarding this view, whether it is Edward or the other two, I dare not agree with it.

"Sorry, we have already started fighting. If we let each other go at this time, there will be a lot of time before we leave the Condensation Realm. There is no guarantee that these people will not attack again in the future." Edward shook his head, and the sound passed through the chaotic battlefield to the last place.

Hearing this, the few who didn't make a move glanced at each other.

In this case, there is really nowhere to refute it. I don't want to talk about other people about things like cutting grass and roots. Even Zhao Nan himself did not know how many times he had done it. If you are so, naturally you can't ask others for anything.

"Then please act according to your own method, you don't need to pay attention to us." Finina responded indifferently.

After that, I sent emails to my main tasks. The general content is that these professionals can keep as many as possible, and don't have any conflicts with Edward and the others, depending on their ability.

I heard that Lord City Lord, who was far in the fourth floor (fifth floor), wanted to keep this group of professionals. Although he didn't know what his plans were, no one asked more.

It's no joke, as long as you have seen how to make the Hei Family fighters immobile and powerful as if they are dominating the whole world, no one will think. Zhao Nan would be afraid of something.

Seeing that when people even took the task of capturing the city of the Devil's City Lord Richard, they were so strong, so that the five-star Barent didn't dare to say anything, and it would directly offend the Empire of Shadows. Even if this group of professionals have a deep background, is it comparable to the Kingdom of Shadows, one of the Fourth Empire that controls the entire underground world?

However, it is not a murder. On the contrary, it was arresting people. For the people in the special strategy group, it would be a bit awkward... and then, this group of professionals are not ordinary goods.

Being able to pass Charettoru's test and squeeze a part of the quota from the hands of the Chosen, this group of professionals naturally also has a lot of abilities.

In fact, in this landing on the island, there are a small number of selected people because of insufficient merit. And Charettolu said he was expelled.

But although it is a rare thing to be able to squeeze out a part of the chosen people, and even some people still use it as a proud capital, Sherman is not happy at this time.

This group of Godly Chosen... is really terrifying!

I can completely disregard my own injury, and even directly exchange the injury for the injury, which is too speechless. But what's really speechless is that the damage was replaced by oneself, but as long as people twist the bottle in their hands and drink, they will immediately be alive and well. Even more exaggerated is that even the wound will recover in the blink of an eye!

Originally, Sherman's team was planning to take advantage of the number of people. Directly besieged and killed the team of the Chosen that was the target at the beginning. Unexpectedly, the Chosen who joined in the middle of the process has greatly flattened the gap in the number of people between the two sides!

The battle didn't last too long. Within the battle circle, one's own professionals screamed everywhere, and only those strengths were able to persist. A guy with extremely deep accumulation.

However, there is not much that can survive the attack of the Chosen. Among the more than one hundred aboriginal professional teams, only a dozen individuals can compete with these chosen ones. But it's only a one-to-one situation, and one more is overwhelming.

A battle full of confidence. But never thought that in exchange for such an unexpected and terrifying failure in the end, Sherman couldn't help but retreat at this moment.

The chosen one is invincible...This is a word that doesn't know when it will appear in my mind. Does it seem to be from childhood, or from a certain day in life? Or was it something you heard accidentally? Sherman had a very vague impression of where he heard this sentence, but he was surprisingly remembered in his heart.

It's just...the Chosen is really invincible, is the Chosen really stronger than ordinary professionals? The spirit of not admitting defeat gradually became stronger with the passage of time that this sentence was engraved in his mind. Practicing for this, and going into danger for this, I just want to prove that even a person gifted by God has to knock down the opponent.

Probably it was that I was not able to receive the gift to become the chosen one. It was not that I could not do it, but that the gifted person had no vision or thoughts.

The weapon in Sherman's hand has not known how many times it has oscillated, from the attack on the opponent. His arms gradually numb, almost to a state where it is difficult to grasp.

The slap-wide long sword was directly placed in front of him, and a touch of chill made him tremble, and Sherman just woke up. I was fighting like a demon, I don't know, but I was standing just under the direct shot...

The bodies of many professionals lay down on the ground, most of them are silent, and they are probably dead. This is nothing. I was anxious for these people, but just to make myself better in the next stage of the flow of capital. Sherman doesn't care about the life and death of these people.

However, at this moment, he was extremely frightened-his life was in the hands of others.

This handsome and powerful man, wearing a glorious and flowing armor, seemed to be a man who had gathered all the favorites of the Creator, holding his own life.

"Let it go, let me go."

Sherman shook his throat hard, and said a word that made him feel very ashamed.

But at this moment, the opponent's sword fell and cut off Sherman's right arm in an instant. He screamed, his body almost half-kneeled on the ground, his left hand covering the **** wound, lowered his head, pale and feeble like a dying old dog: "Thank you."

Such words of gratitude made Sherman deeply feel his cowardice-he was such a weak person!

What have I been doing all my life?

This kind of humiliation was deeply pressed into his bones, and he felt sad for his weakness, for his fear of death, for his opening to thank the person who had killed his arm. The soul was bitten by a poisonous tongue, and the body was powerless for a moment.

At this moment, he even wanted the other party to look directly at his own mind, so as not to be so embarrassed.

"Thank you so much. If you want to, just thank others."

She stretched out her hand to lift Sherman's clothes, who had lost resistance, and walked directly on the other's body. Edward walked in the direction of Finina at this time.

He threw Sherman to the ground, and of course said, "This lady, I can't do it for leaving too much work. But this seems to be the leader of this group. If you want to ask something If you do, it won’t be bad to ask this person. I hope you don’t mind our previous non-cooperation."

The battle is indeed over now.

Because of the addition of Edward, Raven, and Levsky, the number of aboriginal professionals who could survive the battle, including the Sherman, did not exceed thirty.

Originally, it was more difficult not to kill people after this kind of melee, and Finina did not say that she would attack others to come and help. So there are about thirty that can be left, which is already the limit.

It seemed that by the time the fight was halfway, Osfin and Valkyrie had already withdrawn from the battlefield with a bored look. As for His Royal Highness, there is no plan to make a move directly...As a person who holds a small world, there is no one in it that can enter his eyes.

Twilight was more direct, because he couldn't kill, so he stuck the broken sword on the ground, motionless, just watching. It's just that this murderous person, even if he doesn't move, no one dares to get close to him.

...

...

A lot of eyes are looking here. In fact, when the man named Edward dragged Sherman's body, he was already quite eye-catching.

——What exactly does this golden retriever want to do? (Information comes from Gao Mingyang)

——I don’t know? But this face of Lao Tzu looks like a blow to the sky, looks very uncomfortable? (Information comes from Xu Feng)

——But it’s really handsome, isn’t it? (Information comes from Jiang Lun)

——Xiao Lunlun, have you awakened something bad? Rarely do you like this kind of seemingly good tool? (Information comes from Xu Fei)

——Fuck, no wonder I think my chrysanthemum is inexplicably tight when you look at me! (Information comes from Gao Mingyang)

——Stop making trouble, let's see what this guy wants to do, I always think he didn't have any good ideas. Look at this guy's eyes, he looks like he wants to eat our sister-in-law. (Information comes from Gao Xiang)

——So, are you planning to explode this guy's chrysanthemums? (The information suddenly comes from Tuoba Xiaocao)

-Fuck! (Information comes from everyone)

——Sister Tuoba, don’t you suddenly change the channel, can’t it, it’s really scary! (The information comes from Gao Mingyang who complained)

--true! I also feel that this man looks very annoying when looking at my sister-in-law! (The information suddenly comes from Ye Anya who suddenly came over to the channel)

——The tiger touches Xiao Anya! However, when you say that, I suddenly have the urge to want this guy K to have a meal. (Information comes from Gao Mingyang)

——By the way, does anyone think the woman next to this fellow named Edward looks familiar? (Information comes from a male friend who is unwilling to be lonely)

-Familiar face? Why do you have a familiar face? You first explain to me exactly what is going on. (The message comes from Yanan, a girlfriend who doesn’t want her boyfriend to be lonely)

However, at this time, Finina, who didn't know that a group of idle painful acquaintances had already risen up noisily in the small channel, glanced at Edward, and then looked at Sherman on the ground, and then slightly wrinkled. Frowned.