"You leave one to take care of your brother and the rest to follow me."
His composure made his hand even more direct, and he took a machete with a strong blue flame island style.
He knows whether something really happened or something big happened inside, which shocked people’s hearts. So how tragic should the central battlefield be?
He used to have some doubts about Chen Senran’s judgment, but now he has finished the letter.
This blind young man is really something.
He didn’t hesitate to take the lead in the first one.
Chen Senran didn’t stop him from being a pioneer. In fact, his strength is generally the most, that is, he is stronger and smarter, and he can see something that others can’t see.
From those two terrible encounters just now, he knew that it was not for him to intervene in the battle and rush ahead rashly. Instead of getting respect from the people behind him, he would lose his life.
After Balzac led the group through several front buildings, they quickly came to the lobby near the reception center.
Struggle also naturally big up.
"zither-"another sharp to the extreme broken rang.
This time, it was closer, and the break was more powerful. The shock wave twisted the rain curtain.
A few follow beside Chen Senran is to protect him in the central guard is too much for some stopped.
"Ah blare-"followed by the howl of the Wolf will be that a few guards thoroughly nailed in place.
They have been unable to move a step.
"You let us go" Chen Senran hesitated and made a decision.
Even the wave can’t bear it, so it’s also a death to enter the arena.
Balzac acquiesced in this decision and kept on being a pioneer in the road.
"Zheng-"
"Zheng-"
"Zheng-"
As we get closer and closer to the war hall, the break becomes more and more dense.
Although not every one is as horrible as before, it is like a flood.
You can feel the sharpness of the weapon that issued them just by listening. It just sounds as if you have been bombarded by that terrible sharp weapon.
Boom Chen Senran chest oppression almost vomiting blood.
Fortunately, however, Chen Senran held back his faint feeling that there was a mysterious atmosphere near his eyes, and when he was almost suffocating, he dispersed a little chill and sent him to his body.
He has tried several times to communicate with the nerves near his own eyes before, but all failed, as if there were something blocking it.
But this time, he can really feel that it is in his eyes.
I don’t think much about this. He has stepped into that ancient hall with one foot.
A hall with a broken statue of Poseidon
"zither-"an extremely sharp odd-shaped blade cut through the air and faint candlelight.
Cut the whole dimly lit hall and distort the light
At that moment, I saw a figure flashing in the distorted light. In front of the blade, one was quicker than the dexterous posture, and went out through the broken window, leaving a dark back stretched by candlelight.
"Miss Aria, are you all right?" Chen Senran felt the breath of escaping and leaving, and the breath of Erilia.
It should be fine.
"I’m fine." Aria stared at the assassin’s escape direction without putting away the odd-shaped blade. "Can you still feel it?"
She knows that Chen Senran is extremely human, and of course she also knows what the extreme characteristics are.
The ability to lock the breath is too strong.
"I can still feel a little bit about you …" Chen Senran naturally did not give up the assassin position easily. At this moment, there are five elite players who are running in a defensive circle outside.
But he didn’t rush after it because he smelled blood.
"It’s not me." Erilia dumped her blade blood. Once she entered the state of war, her face once again recovered her usual indifference and sharpness.
Is heard Chen Senran worried about her, she is still a warm heart?
"I’m fine, really. Let’s go after it. Catch it and maybe we’ll know something."