Chapter 942

"Don't kill people?"

During the battle, such words seemed to reach Edward, Levin and Levski at the same time, which immediately made the three feel incredible.

I thought that the other party obviously came with the intention of killing, and was directly ready to be cruel. In this case, do you have to be merciful?

No matter Edward or the other two, they dare not agree with this view.

"Sorry, we've started fighting. If we let each other go at this time, there's still a lot of time to leave the LiuNing area. There's no guarantee that these people won't attack again after that." Edward shook his head, and his voice passed through the chaotic battlefield to the last place.

Hearing this, several people who didn't take action looked at each other.

There is really nothing to refute. Cutting the grass and uprooting the roots and other things, not to mention others, even Zhao Nan himself didn't know how many times he had done it. If you are like this, you can't ask others for anything.

"Then please act according to your own practice. You don't need to pay attention to us." finina responded calmly.

After that, he sent emails to his main tasks. The general content is that these professionals can leave as many as they can, and don't have any conflict with Edward and them. They should rely on their abilities and so on.

It's said that the city Lord on the fourth floor (the fifth floor) wants to keep these professionals. Although I don't know what he plans to do, no one asks more.

I'm not kidding. As long as I've seen who made the black soldiers unable to move and seemed to dominate the whole world, no one will think that Zhao Nan will be afraid of something.

When they even took Richard, the leader of the demon city, they were so righteous that the five-star baront didn't dare to say anything, which would directly offend the shadow empire. Even if these professionals have a deep background, can they be compared with the shadow country, one of the fourth empires in charge of the whole underground world?

However, it's not killing people, but catching people. It's a little awkward for people in the special strategy group... And these professionals are not ordinary goods.

Able to pass the test of charletoru and squeeze out some places from the chosen ones, this group of professionals naturally have a lot of abilities.

In fact, during the landing on the island, a small number of God chosen people were expelled by charletoru because of their insufficient achievements.

But although it is very rare to squeeze out some of the chosen ones, and even some people take it as a proud capital, Sherman is not happy at this time.

These chosen ones... It's terrible!

You can ignore your own injury and even directly exchange injury for injury. It's too speechless. But what is really speechless is that the injury is replaced by Zidu, but as long as people twist and drink the bottle in their hands, they will be lively and lively immediately. What's more, even the wound will recover in the blink of an eye!

Originally, Sherman's team intended to directly surround and kill the God chosen team that was the target at the beginning with the advantage of many people. Unexpectedly, the God elect who joined halfway made the number gap between the two sides greatly flatten!

The fighting time is not too long. In the battle circle, our own professionals scream everywhere. Only those guys with great strength and profound accumulation can persist.

However, there are not many who can survive the attack of God's chosen one. Among the more than 100 Aboriginal professionals, only a dozen or so can compete with these chosen ones. But it's just a one-on-one situation. It's too much to eat more.

A battle full of self-confidence, but I didn't think it would end up in exchange for such an unexpected and frighteningly simple failure. Sherman couldn't help retreating at the moment.

The chosen one is invincible... This is a word that doesn't know when it appears in your mind. Seems to be from childhood, or from one day in life? Or something you overheard? Sherman's impression of where he heard this sentence was very vague, but he surprisingly remembered it in his heart.

But... The chosen one is really invincible. Is the chosen one really stronger than ordinary professionals? A spirit of not admitting defeat has gradually become strong as this sentence is engraved in the brain over time. To practice for this, to get in and out of danger for this, is just to prove that even a person given by God should knock the other party down.

Maybe it was that he could not be gifted to become the chosen one, not that he could not, but that the gifted person had no vision and so on.

Sherman's weapon has been shaken many times, from the attack on the other side. His arm grew numb, almost to a state of difficulty to hold.

Directly put the long sword with a wide palm in front of him. A touch of cold made him tremble, and Sherman woke up. I was fighting like a demon. I don't know, but I was still standing under the direct light

There are many professionals lying on the ground. Most of them have lost their voice and are estimated to have died. It's nothing. I was worried about these people, just to make myself better, and then I have more capital in the flow condensate environment. Sherman doesn't care about the lives of these people.

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

This handsome, powerful man, wearing Baoguang circulating armor, seems to be a man with all the love of the creator, holding his own life.

"Let go, let me go."

Sherman shook his throat hard and said something that made him feel very ashamed.

But at this moment, the other party's sword fell and cut off Sherman's right arm in an instant. He screamed, almost half knelt on the ground, covered the blood gushing wound with his left hand, lowered his head, and said, "thank you."

This kind of gratitude made Sherman deeply feel his cowardice - he was such a coward!

What have I been doing all my life?

This sense of shame was deeply pressed into his bone marrow, and he felt sad for his weakness, for his fear of death, and for his opening his mouth to thank the humanity who killed one of his arms. The soul is like being bitten by a poisonous tongue, and the body has no strength for a moment.

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

"If you want to thank others, thank others."

Reaching out to pick up the clothes of Sherman's ear who had lost resistance, he directly dragged the other party's body to walk. Edward came in the direction of finina.

He threw Sherman to the ground and said of course, "Miss, leave too many lives. I can't do it. But this seems to be the leader of this group. If you want to ask something, it's probably not bad to ask this person. I hope you don't mind our non cooperation before."

The battle is really over now.

With the participation of Edward, Levin and Levski, there were no more than 30 Aboriginal professionals who could survive the battle, including Sherman.

It was difficult not to kill people after this scuffle, and phinena didn't say she wanted to attack people who came to help. So there are about 30 left, which is the limit.

It seems that halfway through the fight, osfen and valgini have withdrawn from the battlefield with a dull face. As for the prince, he has no intention to make a move... As a person who holds a small world, none of them can get into his eyes.

Dusk is more direct, because you can't kill people. You directly insert the remnant sword on the ground, don't move, just look at it. But the murderous man was so angry that no one dared to get close to him even if he didn't move.

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Many eyes looked this way. In fact, when the man named Edward dragged Sherman's body, he had attracted considerable attention.

——What does this golden hair want to do? (information from Gao Mingyang)

——I don't know, eh? But this face is like I'm frying. It looks very uncomfortable? (information from Xu Feng)

——But it's really handsome, isn't it? (information from Jiang Lun)

——Little Lun, have you awakened something bad? It's rare that you like this type that seems to be a good tool? (information from Xu Fei)

——Sleeping trough, no wonder I think my chrysanthemum is inexplicably tight when you look at me! (information from Gao Mingyang)

——Come on, let's see what this guy wants to do. I always think he doesn't have any good ideas. Look at this guy's eyes. He looks like he wants to eat our sister-in-law. (information from Gao Xiang)

——So, are you going to explode this guy's chrysanthemum? (the information suddenly comes from Tuoba grass)

——Sleeping trough! (information from people)

——Sister Tuoba, don't suddenly change the channel. It's scary! (make complaints about Gao Mingyang from Tucao)

——Really! I also feel that the man's eyes looking at my sister-in-law are very annoying! (the information came from ye Anya who suddenly came to the channel)

——Tiger touch xiaoanya! However, as soon as you say so, I suddenly have an impulse to have a meal with this guy K. (information from Gao Mingyang)

——Anyway, does anyone think the woman around this guy named Edward has a familiar face? (information comes from male friends who are unwilling to be lonely)

——Familiar face? How is your face familiar? Let me know what's going on first. (the information comes from Ya Nan, a girlfriend who doesn't want her boyfriend to be lonely)

However, at this time, finina, who did not know that a group of idle egg pain had risen noisily in the small channel, looked at Edward, then looked at Sherman on the ground, and slightly frowned.