Chapter 317

Lu Zhengkang sipped the medicine slowly. While he quenched his thirst, he also cured the wound on his waist and abdomen.

The orc warrior was not weak, but he died a good death.

Here, Lu Zhengkang is ready to stay for a long time. The blood race of ten ethnic groups is an ancient ceremony, but the world knows little about it. After all, there are not many people who can come in and go out. Now it's just a long elimination race, and it's not close to the decisive battle of bayonet.

Everyone wanders in the snake mountain. No one knows where the attack will come from and when it will come from. Either the sense of morality belonging to human beings is lost in the long hunting, or the fear is gradually madness, or a sword is forging more and more sharp, until the edge is exposed and the chest of thousands of enemies is pierced.

I don't know how long ago, the thick clouds gradually dispersed. Behind the clouds, a huge eye-shaped whirlpool could be seen in the sky. Red clouds flowed clockwise towards the center, converging into black thick lines on the edge of the eyes. The shape of the eyeball was roughly a full shuttle shape. The exposed part could be seen. The surface was gray, as if it was a layer of cornea, with dark eyes The bright purple lightning is growing slowly, just like blood - it suddenly appears, spreads out the style of branches, and then suddenly disappears, and goes back and forth, without any sound.

At this moment, in the deep scars of the earth, long snakes come out and bathe their eyes behind the clouds. It is a kind of light, close to the moonlight. Because of the separation of clouds, it shines down in bunches. It has a pure glass texture. Although it gives people a soothing and beautiful artistic conception, it will inevitably highlight the fear of drowning in such light.

There are an infinite number of snakes, and there are many kinds of snakes. They stretch their posture, or spit messages, or swing their heads. In the light, their scales are dim, their blinking membranes are blinking, their eyes are flickering, and their brightness is uncertain. In addition to the sinister metaphor of killing, they may also have a simple temperament of the jungle.

There was a shrill scream in the distance, followed by a thunderclap. After about forty seconds, everything returned to silence.

Lu Zhengkang stood on the edge of a light column and gently explored his hand. The bright light was shining on his hand, just like the sun on a midsummer afternoon. In a flash, he saw the blue scales on his hand.

Take your hands back.

Ear suddenly sounded manic metal rock, is over the climax, began to gradually calm, slowly disappear.

Lu Zhengkang once again looked at his hand, there is a thin layer of dead skin, easy to pull off.

It seems that he has forgotten that with the passage of a period of time, the light will slowly turn the alien creatures into snakes, which can't be touched. Looking around, a large and small pillars of light cast on the ground, countless snakes surging in the shadow of cracks.

The blood race begins!

Yes, the light is the sign. The winner must be decided before the clouds completely dissipate, or everyone will be left here!

Lu Zhengkang ran to a wide and dark place.

On the way, he passed some abandoned towers. Most of them were solid, with stone walls inside the doors and windows. Of course, some of them were hollow. When Lu Zhengkang was walking in the tower forest, snakes would attack from time to time, or bite like lightning, or spray lethal corrosive venom, or release some spell like abilities. It was very difficult.

Lu Zhengkang plans to hide in the tower. After all, it's a safe way out. After a long time, the tower shakes and begins to contract after cleaning up the basilisk. For example, the hollow bamboo knot is closed heavily, and the floor and ceiling are close to each other. No wonder some towers are sincere, no wonder.

The attempt to imprison the snakes will lead to their fierce resistance, and then they will gradually die, turning into stone statues, and the tower will still be closed, which is a kind of rule.

Lu Zhengkang left the tower group and continued to go deep into the shadow. The pillars of light cast down in a disorderly way, and the black earth became more and more fragmented. The abyss is death, and the light is death. Only the flat shadow land is life. It's like a broken island on the sea. It's really a dangerous place.

A greeting came from behind. Lu Zhengkang looked around, but he didn't see anyone. The greeting rang again. It was a young man.

It should be that someone is using phonics, and I'm still hiding it.

"Come on! I've found a way out! "

"On your left, do you see the tower on the horizon? I'm right there

Lu Zhengkang looked at the so-called left horizon, where the number of light columns is numerous, and there is little place to stand, which is not a wise place to go.

Far away, it seems to see someone rushing to the tower, that person constantly through the light column, it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Lu Zhengkang didn't feel good for the man, because later, his body was expanding and his solid armor was broken. After using eagle eye surgery for himself, Lu Zhengkang paid close attention to it again. The man who was running in the distance fell down, his legs became long strips and swung on the ground behind him. Soon, he became it, holding his head high and sliding into the crack of the ground.

It seems that blocking the light doesn't work. In other words, simple blocking means are ineffective.

Lu Zhengkang had to go deep into the shadow.

The earth suddenly vibrated. The pupil of the sky's eyes emitted scarlet light, piercing the clouds and breaking the earth. Then, a long and narrow tower rose little by little, and the huge sound of boom reverberated in all directions. Lu Zhengkang felt the vibration resonance between his head and the ground, and the violent shaking made him very uncomfortable.The tower is vertical and deep into the clouds.

This seems to be a tower made of bones. Bai Shengsheng's grease is very evil. Its shape is very strange. Its surface is smooth and there are many carved lines. Lu Zhengkang looks at it with eagle's eye and finds that it records many stories of killing and betrayal. It turns out that this is a memorial post, not a tower!

The red light is attracting all the foreigners.

The showdown is about to begin.

……

When Lu Zhengkang arrived at the edge of the pillar of light, two people had already decided whether to win or not. A high spirit swordsman wearing dark gold spirit armor kicked the body of a Yalong man into the pillar of light. Lu Zhengkang saw with his own eyes that the body of the Yalong man turned into an illusory blood shadow and flew into the recording column. It turned into an inconspicuous sculpture, including the shape and cause of death.

"Disgusting lowlife, here comes another, stupid kid Nord." The goblin swordsman threw the bluish white glass sword on his right hand, and the dark blood splashed to the ground. He showed his heartfelt disgust to Lu Zhengkang. His left hand lit up a light green magic power aura, which was an iron armor technique. When he threw it on his body, the surface of the goblin was coated with a bright bluish film.

Lu Zhengkang raised the ebony sword and grinned.

"Divine armor, divine weapon, divine power!"

The little boy suddenly swelled to six feet tall. His muscles were swollen, his tendons were swollen, and his thick armor came like a train. The earth was shaking.

"Die for me!"

Sword! The spirit is like a tide!

The secret of Zhujian mountain villa: Juque Qianjun sword!