(I was also very distressed when I looked at the avenue facing the sky. My writing was ok, but how did I update so little and the author write so slowly? It's hard to solve. It has nothing to do with any other objective situation. It's just that as I get older and older, I become more and more lazy. Of course, it's wrong, but I can only find a way to change it slowly
As for the composition of the team, I really want to follow the game, but that's just my personal curiosity. It has nothing to do with the game adaptation. To tell the truth, who will change their ideas and stories for the adaptation? The reason why I'm curious is that butterflies have been playing the glory of the king, leaders have been playing the yin-yang division, and begonias are playing the sword three. I want to understand the fun and want to understand it through learning, but when I did the detailed outline, I found that I had never played the game. No matter how they taught me to design a wet nurse, I still couldn't do it well. Sigh. Finally, butterfly will publish a new book of King glory on the 20th. I don't play games and think it's a loser.)
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The suction from the egg of snow bug is very weak, that is, even a hair can't move. If it's not Jingjiu's keen perception, it's difficult to find it.
He looked at the egg in front of him and pinched it with his fingers. The egg made a squeaking sound, like a bag filled with wine, but there was no response.
The sword consciousness fell, and Jing Jiu confirmed that the life in the egg had awakened.
When his finger fell on the egg, the life showed a desire for greed and swallowing.
But then it felt the horror of Jingjiu's consciousness and began to pretend to be dead because of fear.
It's really interesting that the lowest level of snow country monsters have such a strong consciousness of life and death before they have seen the real world.
Well nine put it away.
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Under a black rock peak hundreds of miles away, several young monks were discussing something.
They are also the contestants of the Dao war. Their clothes are ragged. They should have encountered many battles, but their spirit is very excited and their eyes are full of confidence.
They are summarizing yesterday's battle and hope that their cooperation can be more tacit, so that melee attack and defense can be more effectively combined with long-range strong killing.
With a faint beep, a young monk took out his magic weapon, carefully looked at the summary of yesterday's list and said, "Luo Huainan, they are still in front."
This is the position on the list of Dao Zhan and their position in the snow field.
The pedestrian in luohuainan has gone to the depths of the snow field and met many powerful snow country monsters, so the plum blossom in the painting is as big as that.
Subconsciously, they looked at the young man in front and showed their admiration - if there was no such person in the team, they should not expect to follow behind Luo Huainan. They had already been left out of sight and lost the possibility of winning the first place in Taoist war.
Standing in the wind and snow, the young man was still tall and straight, like a real sword.
He is Tonglu, a talented disciple of Xihai sword sect.
In the prior judgment of the roller shutter people, Tonglu ranked second in daozhan, even surpassing Bai Zao and Tong Yan, only second to luohuainan.
In fact, only his team can barely keep up with luohuainan's team.
In terms of the number of plum blossoms alone, Tonglu is not even less than luohuainan, but because it is not deep enough into the snow field, it has not encountered too many middle-level snow country monsters.
The four young monks understood that they had slowed down Tonglu's speed and were sorry. On the contrary, they showed great courage in battle.
"What's the matter with master Jing Jiu? Why hasn't he made a record for so many days? "
"I don't know. There is a Kunlun disciple in my senior brother's team. According to his message, Jing Jiu hasn't done anything these days, or even left the mountain."
"The first mountain after entering the snow field?"
"Good."
"Is this fear? But if you dare not even enter the snow field, why come to participate in the Taoist war? "
The cold wind, like a knife, rolled snow flakes and fell on the ordinary and ordinary face of Tonglu.
He listened to the comments of his companions, expressionless and unmoved.
If it was before Mei could play chess, he might feel that Jing Jiu was a cowardly and incompetent person, but after that chess game, he certainly wouldn't think so.
Those who can withstand Tong Yan's killing on the chessboard and kill successful people are bound to be extremely strong in both Tao heart and will.
But he couldn't understand what Jing Jiu was thinking.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded.
Tonglu walked back to his companion and was surprised to see the latest news from the magic weapon.
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Jingjiu and his party walked on the snow and kept a distance of several to more than 100 feet from each other to ensure that they could rescue their nearest companions with their best skills.
The ground in the snow field suddenly trembled, and then soon returned to silence.
Five people stopped.
Lu Jin took out his magic weapon and aimed it at the snow. His face became more gloomy. He turned to his companions and said silently: there's something.
The snow was quiet, like a dead silence, only the howling of the cold wind could be heard.
After all, these young practitioners have no experience. They only know to hold their breath and calm their mind without making a sound. However, they did not expect that the sudden disappearance and silence of the sound of footsteps would be a clear warning to the creature under the snow.
The snow suddenly swelled in the distance, then turned into a snow line and went away in the distance.
After the Taoist war, they met the first battle. They were a little excited and more nervous. They didn't react for a while.
In order to escape faster, the monster drilled out of the snow and became faster. At a distance of more than two hundred feet, you can vaguely see that it is something like a spider. It is about the size of an ordinary round table. The back is as smooth as a mirror. The feet under the body bounce like lightning. You can't see clearly.
"Snow footed beast!"
Dai Yin shouted, "who knows how many feet it is?"
Well nine said, "six."
Listening to the answer, Yin qingmo and other three people relaxed, and Dai Yin smiled. The fewer feet the snow footed beast has, the higher the class is, the more powerful it is. The six legged snow footed beast is the weakest and has not even experienced an advanced level. Even the most ordinary practitioners can deal with it easily.
Jing Jiu unties the iron sword behind him.
Dai Yin stretched out his hand and said, "I'll come!"
Before the words fell, he had swept away.
The other three went with them.
Within a few seconds, Dai Yin rushed to the back of the snow footed beast, holding a green rope and suddenly pulled it down.
Qingsuo is the magic weapon of the Kunlun sect. It contains the power of Jiaogu. This heavy blow is not only a thousand kilograms of power, but also a stone.
Although the shell of the snow footed beast is strong, the snow footed beast is only a six legged low-level, and can't bear this great force at all.
With a dull sound, the shell of the snow footed beast cracked directly, and countless cyan slurry sprayed in all directions, just like a sharp arrow.
Dai Yin stepped back and landed on the ground.
Wu Mingzhong rushed forward, summoned the sword and shield, and protected Dai Yin behind the shield.
Yan qingmo was slower, raised the star pot to recite the spell, and a clear light gushed from the star pot and fell like a waterfall, covering her and Lu Jin.
There was only a dense sound, like a shower, mixed with a sizzling burning sound.
When all the blue slurry fell, Wu Mingzhong and Yin qingmo put away the magic weapon.
The surface of the heavy and solid sword shield is full of potholes, which are all traces eroded by venom.
Before joining the Dao war, they learned relevant knowledge and knew that the green blood of snow footed animals was highly toxic and corrosive. But only when they see the real picture can they know that even the lowest level snow footed beast is so dangerous. Even if it can be easily killed, it can still threaten themselves.
Looking at the dead snow footed beast in front of him, Yan qingmo couldn't help but be afraid. Suddenly he remembered Jing Jiu, looked worried and found that he was standing not far away, in white clothes and didn't get any venom.
Then the mutation regenerates.
In the split shell of the snow footed beast, a small dark shadow suddenly jumped out, made a strange squeak, and fled to the distance at a very fast speed.
"Listen! It's listening! "
Dai Yin looked at that thing not only not surprised, but more excited.
Hearing ear is a very rare intelligent existence among the middle-level monsters in the snow country. It lives in the shell of snow foot monsters and can control hundreds of snow foot monsters with sound at the same time.
On the battlefield, hearing ear's most important mission is to drive the tide of snow footed beasts to attack the Terran army.
The speed of hearing is amazing. There is no danger beyond that.
Who would have thought that there was a hearing ear in the lowest level six legged snow beast far away from the core of the snow country.
For them, this is really a matter of great luck.
Dai Yin didn't hesitate to go after the ear.
Well nine felt something wrong and reached out to stop him.
Dai Yin misunderstood that he was trying to grab power. With a cold hum, he pushed his arm away and swept out.
Kunlun sect is best at wind and snow body method in cold mountain.
Dai Yin didn't need to control his sword and stepped away. After several breaths, he became a small black spot in the distance and caught up with the listening ear.
The blue light illuminates the snow field.
He held a green rope and pulled it toward the ground.
Suddenly, he let out a scream and fell from the sky.
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