"Brother Mu, can you hold on for a while? I'll destroy the bodies of the seven zombies. Maybe this formation will be broken, and then maybe we can still have a glimmer of hope."
Zhao Jin didn't have any good ideas at this time. He wanted to seize the flying sword, because in his guess, the formation eye might be the sword.
It's just that it's not easy to destroy the knife, and besides, he doesn't actually want to destroy the knife in his heart.
"good!"
Mu Qianshan responded and continued to pounce on Fei Zheng in front of him.
"Li Ping, hold on!"
"promise!"
After Zhao Jin's spirit Li Ping received the order, he rushed forward in cooperation with Mu Qianshan and the other three people, and surrounded Feizheng.
Zhao Jin quickly came to the nearest zombie and took out a small jade bottle from his arms. Regardless of his heartache, he dropped a drop of it on the corpse of the zombie. With a "hoo" sound, he saw a big fire When it ignited, the entire body burned violently.
"Essence of Fire, good stuff!"
Mu Qianshan caught a glimpse of Zhao Jin's movements from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but scream.
Seeing that the corpses forming the formation were on fire, Fei Zong immediately became frantic, and his attacks became more fierce and powerful. The remaining two ghosts of the Three Ghosts in Xiangxi complained incessantly, and were about to lose their support. This Fei Zong was not Idiots only pick weak persimmons.
"I remembered! This is the Seven Corpses Condensing Evil Formation!"
Suddenly, Fatty Luo shouted loudly, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Why are you shouting so loudly? Fatty, tell me how to break the formation."
Lin Tian on the side poked Luo Xiaopang and asked anxiously. Although the others were fighting, their ears were perked up, expecting Luo Xiaopang to tell him how to break the formation.
"Brother Tian, I...I haven't thought of the way to break the formation yet."
"Hey, can you read a book well?"
"I will definitely read that book when I get back! I promise!"
"Fat man, now it's not a matter of guarantee or not, it's a matter of whether we can go back!"
Lin Tian glanced at the battle on the field, and the situation was already not optimistic.
Zhao Jin had already destroyed three corpses at this time, and the evil spirit on these three corpses had become very weak. Everyone was convinced that this method of breaking the formation seemed to be effective.
"Lord, be careful!"
"Little brother, be careful!"
Suddenly Li Ping and Master Mingzhen exclaimed, and Zhao Jin, who was squatting down, immediately felt a crisis coming. Before he had time to look back, he grabbed the spear behind his back with his free right hand and used the strength of his twist to set up the spear.
"boom!"
How could Zhao Jin's hasty defense be able to withstand the full blow of Feizheng? He was immediately blown away, dragging a groove on the ground.
Fei Zhan would not miss this opportunity and took advantage of the situation to pursue him and continue to attack Zhao Jin. In a few breaths, he swung out dozens of knives. Zhao Jin had almost no ability to resist and was soon injured and bleeding.
"Lord!"
Li Ping was rushing over in the distance, extremely anxious.
"Go to hell, human!"
Fei Zhan laughed evilly, and the saber in his hand turned into a black and purple leopard and rushed towards Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin was instantly frightened. He couldn't block this blow, and the life and death crisis was coming!
"No! Lord!"
"Little brother!"
"boom!"
Amid everyone's exclamations, the sword was swung down, hitting Zhao Jin in the middle, and the soul Li Ping in the distance also disappeared.
Zhao Jin is cold!
Zhao Jin is cold?
Zhao Jin is so cool! ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ?
"Oh, my sword has a thousand years of skill, what can you do to stop it?"
Na Fei Zhan laughed ferociously and turned to look at Mu Qianshan and the others.
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On the other side of the distant ocean, there is another continent, on which sits an equally ancient country. This country has an extremely long history. When it was once glorious, it was known as the "sun never sets" empire.
Although times have changed and this country has lost its former glory, no one dares to challenge this country, especially in the unknown world of spiritual masters, its status is still majestic.
In Britain City, the capital of this "weak" country, in a private residence on Baker Street, an unremarkable street, several unseen people wearing hooded black robes took advantage of the dark night and walked in one after another. , sat at the round table in the room.
Time gradually passed, and the round table with six people was finally full.
"Everyone is here, let's get started."
The man sitting at the end suddenly lifted the hood on his head, revealing a very young and immature face.
This person has silver-white hair, a handsome face that is naturally a little frail and pale, and a pair of squinted eyes that make people feel friendly. His pupils are of different colors, one is golden yellow, and the other is blood red.
There are two completely different temperaments exuding from his movements. One is a noble temperament that is aloof and unconventional, and the other is a gentle temperament that is enthusiastic, proactive and makes people feel friendly.
It's hard to believe that such a pair of completely different temperaments can appear in the same person.
The gentle voice of the silver-haired young man seemed to activate some kind of switch, and the other five people also took off the hoods on their heads one after another, so that each other on the round table could see each other's appearance clearly.
"This meeting has only two major themes. One is to celebrate the official establishment of our association, and the other is to agree on our future development direction."
The silver-haired young man seemed to be the organizer of their association, or the host.
"Boss, we are finally together. This should be our first meeting with all members in the past few years, right?"
The six people present all looked like young people. The speaker was a fat little white man wearing a white scarf and a black headband. As the saying goes, "With a piece of cloth on my head, I am the richest in the world." This man does have a landlord's personality about him. The sense of déjà vu of the silly son.
"Well, yes, this is our first official meeting. The main reason is that you and Morey are too far away from us. We will have the opportunity to meet again in the future!"
The silver-haired young man smiled softly, and his narrowed eyes became a slit again.
"In that case, let's introduce each other. I, Morey Austin, come from the Spirit Master Academy."
The speaker was a young man with short blond hair. He was strong and looked very proud, like an unruly eagle.
"My name is Bahok Wolf. My archery and sword skills are pretty good. I also come from the Spirit Master Academy."
The speaker was a young man with short green hair. He had an ordinary appearance and a pair of green eyes. He looked like a lone wolf in the wilderness.
As he spoke, he also showed the bow and arrows he was carrying under his black robe to several people.
"Ambreth Mihawk, Blade Master."
This is a young man with black hair and golden eyes and a hooked nose. The high bridge of his nose is undoubtedly from the Gallic Empire. Behind him is a giant sword that is taller than others. The wide black robe cannot cover it at all. live.
"There are two good swordsmen. My name is Shaki Fryer. I am a Western swordsman from the Sword Alliance. Do you have time to compete?"
The girl with fiery red hair looked full of energy. She picked up the Western rapier hanging at her waist and raised her hand at the two of them.
The Sword Alliance is a well-known top force in the world of spiritual masters, and there are many experts in the organization who use swords and swords.
"Hey, there's a game to watch!"
The little fat man wearing a white cloth played the drums, looking like he was watching a good show.
"Um?"
The silver-haired young man above him turned his eyes, and the fat man immediately stopped the smile on his face.
"Ahem, my name is Khalid Muziz. There is nothing outstanding about me. My only characteristic is that I am rich."
Everyone's faces twitched after hearing his words. The red-haired girl glanced at the white cloth on the little fat man's head and couldn't help but smile.
"We all know you're rich."
"Hahaha, no, there is a proverb in the far east that says, 'Money can make the world go round.' Besides, I have a lot of pets, and I can be considered a beast master, hehehe."
The little fat man bared his big teeth and smiled stupidly.
"Okay, you all already know me, let me say it again. My name is Myrddin Ambrosius, and I am a magician. Please remember it!"
The silver-haired young man gently narrowed his eyes and smiled at several people, looking very kind.
"Since we can gather here to prove that we are all geniuses with the same pursuit, in response to what everyone has in mind, we formally establish our organization today, and also in response to everyone's generous request and deep recognition, I will not I have the nerve to temporarily become the boss of our organization, please give me your advice!"
The silver-haired young man winked at everyone playfully, and the other four people, except the fat man, all twitched their faces even more unnaturally.
The same pursuit of God, the generous request of God, the deep recognition of God, and the embarrassment of God even more.
The four of them felt so uncomfortable. Who forced everyone to join the organization in the first place? If they didn't want to, they would just start fighting, and they would be beaten until they were willing.
As for Myrddin's status as the boss, a few people didn't even dare to say "Who is in favor and who is against?", oh, it's true. The man with short blond hair and iron head said more, he was so abused. What a tragedy! Among the few people, he was beaten the most.
Don't be deceived by the gentle appearance of this narrow-eyed person. If you really take him seriously, you will be in trouble. He specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction.
"Boss, I have a question, why is the name of our organization called 'Mingxin Palace'?"
Among them, Khalid, the fat boy who had not been shaved by Mirdin, looked at the silver-haired young man with some doubts, and the other people also had some confusion on their faces.
"Because of an agreement."
Myrddin squinted his eyes and scanned everyone one by one, and finally uttered a sentence slowly.
"A promise?"
Everyone was surprised, but Myrddin just looked at them with a smile and didn't say anything more.
"Mr. Zhao, our agreement has already begun!"
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The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. Some people are still remembering some promise, but the other person who made the promise has almost died and is still struggling on the line of life and death.
"Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang..."
"What is this sound? Am I dead? It seems not, so where am I? Or is this what it feels like to be dead?"
Zhao Jin slowly opened his eyes while listening to the banging sounds coming from around him, and found that he was in a dark space at this time. He couldn't see his fingers, and only his whole body was still emitting a faint, flickering fluorescence.
He stood up slowly, trying to see his surroundings clearly, but the surroundings were still dark except for darkness.
Suddenly, a little bright light seemed to appear in front of him, which was a little different from the half blue and half red light on his body. It was only blue light, aqua blue light.
Seeing the only light besides his own light in the darkness, he did not run towards it quickly, but still walked leisurely.
They are already dead, why are you so anxious? Are you rushing to reincarnate?
