Qin Wuyang walked in the air and came to Xie Miaoyi in a few steps. He looked down at Xie Miaoyi and said disdainfully: "If I were you, I would have been ashamed to hit the wall!" He looked Xie Miaoyi from head to toe again, sneered, and Qin Wuyang shook his head and walked away!

Xie Miao's face turned red and suddenly shouted loudly, "What qualifications do you have to laugh at me? You are just taking a step first. One day, I will catch up with you, surpass you, and return the humiliation you gave me today to you little by little!"

Qin Wuyang didn't look back and raised his hand and said, "I'm waiting for that day! I just don't know if you still have a chance to stand in front of me!" Xie Miaoyi was angry and magnified his usual thoughts ten times and spit out. As soon as he said that, Xie Miaoyi was a little scared, fearing that Qin Wuyang would get angry and ooxx him.

After Qin Wuyang walked away, Xie Miaoyi completely relaxed. Seeing the contaminated scalp on the stick stick to the black blood, it was extremely dirty, Xie Miaoyi threw it away casually in disgust, and followed Qin Wuyang carefully, preparing to pick up a cleaner weapon to defend himself.

Qingxie grabbed the staff and stared nervously at three guys who were even more nervous than himself. This staff with a unique mitril tone was inlaid with a gem of ice blue at the front, and there were four extremely sharp blades around the gem. The powerful orc glanced at the flying dragon that was still moving, and he couldn't figure out why the powerful flying dragon was killed by two humans like ants. Of course, this did not prevent them from saliva and staring at the two thin and tender humans in front of them with greed.

The cracked mouth emitted a foul smell, and the turmeric teeth were covered with mud-like paste. Just looking at their appearance was enough to stop the children from crying at night.

Qingxie was not afraid of these three monsters. You should know that he and Zhao Yanlan were guys who dared to grab food in Longkou. It was just that Zhao Yanlan's reckless actions made Qingxie very passive, otherwise Qingxie would have a hundred ways to eliminate these three stupid monsters intact. But if Qingxie asked Zhao Yanlan to give up Zhao Yanlan and turn and leave, he would not be able to make such a choice.

"Qingxie, how stupid should you be to fight them head-on?" Although he was complaining, his eyes without blinking clearly expressed his beliefs.

"Kill" Seeing the strong orc approaching, Qingxie suddenly started a attack. After all, as long as Zhao Yanlan wakes up, the two of them can escape. Of course, maybe Zhao Yanlan will also exert his power to beat the monsters to the point of falling water. After all, in this magical world, everything is possible!

Holding a staff in both hands, he hits the chest of a strong orc in a standard assassination posture. The strong orcs have simple breastplate protection keys, and Qingxie attacks this place is a forced one. If it is a key point such as the head, throat, etc., he is not sure that he can hit it. Dynamic targets and static targets are completely different things.

The strong orc smiled hideously, twisted his body, and dodged Qingxie's attack. The jagged long sword slashed in the air, pressing Qingxie's head. The intact warrior is definitely not something that laymen who do not know how to fight can resist, let alone one against three. If the flying dragon had not suffered severe damage, Qingxie and Zhao Yanlan would not have had a chance at all.

The other two strong orcs ignored Qingxie at all. Zhao Yanlan in front of him looked solemn and looked even more delicious. Qingxie roared, and his thin body suddenly hit him forward, tilting his opponent's body. The knife that he was determined to win only cut through Qingxie's shoulder.

A piece of bright red flesh hung on the serrated teeth, arousing the appetite of the strong orc. He stretched out his dirty tongue and rolled up the flesh and swallowed it into his mouth, which was extremely satisfying. This small piece of meat not only did not satisfy his appetite, but was even more hungry.

The strong orc roared excitedly and wanted to step forward immediately to kill the little mouse. However, Qingxie was injured, not only did not exhale the pain, but instead fell into a state of extreme confusion.

The blood remained along the arms, penetrated into the staff, and then disappeared. The staff, which was originally extremely luxurious, looked ghostly and eccentric at this moment.

The strong orc felt something was wrong. The aura of the little mouse opposite seemed to have changed into another person, mixed with chaos, cruelty and bloodthirsty **, which made the strong orc feel scared.

Appetite is greater than anything else. Even though there is a trap in front of him, the strong orc couldn't bear it. He took a step forward and attacked again. The long sword cut down at a faster speed than before. This time, Qingxie gently took a step back half a step. The tip of the knife was just before Qingxie's nose, but it wiped out the sword force. Even if it was a slight difference, it did not hurt Qingxie at all.

"Air Compression Cannon"

With a scepter, the spell was clearly spit out of Qingxie's mouth. The strong orc felt as if he was hit by a car with a speed of 200 yards. He rose into the air and flew backwards. He died before the person landed.

The other two powerful orcs suddenly felt a deadly aura behind them. In shock, Tornado turned around. All they saw were a pair of blood-red eyes and the earth that was getting farther and farther away.

"Tornado Kill"

Like a giant earthworm that was marching through the sky, after the tornado brought up a strong orc, the head of Tongtian Sky suddenly turned and shot towards the earth.

With a "boom", the two powerful orcs were broken into pieces, and they could not even distinguish between each other's flesh and blood!

Qingxie slowly glanced around and his whole body was covered with destruction. He approached Zhao Yanlan step by step. At the top of the staff in his hand, there was a terrifying force on the sapphire. In the white smoke, the extreme power was condensed, and the momentum was ready to go.

Zhao Yanlan's eyes were closed, and only the energy of heaven and earth was gathering quickly with her as the center. There was no sign of being able to wake up according to the situation. Qingxie approached Zhao Yanlan step by step and waved his staff.

"Ice Slash"

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Fan Bingxi picked up the bronze treasure chest dropped by the leader of the strong orc and opened it without hesitation. On the outside of the wall, the strong orc attack was in a hurry. At this moment of racing against the god of death, it would be good to increase the hope of victory.

"Saruman's preparation liquid increases temporary condition. It's great!" Fan Bingxi took out a copper wine bottle and swallowed it. Then he coughed wildly. Even the obvious increase in his arms could not suppress the disgusting smell in his mouth.

The temporary increase in five points of power almost doubled Fan Bingxi's strength, but it did not help much in the precarious situation. A strong orc killed another time, but nearly five people were sacrificed on the wall.

This is mainly because everyone's wooden javelins in the wall have been exhausted and they can only fight with strong orcs at close range. In this regard, humans are born to suffer losses. Fan Bingxi reluctantly took out the mixing liquid. This kind of thing that can increase attributes must be very precious. Otherwise, Qin Wuyang would take out dozens of bottles and give it to him for a big delivery. Everyone's strength would neither rise nor increase. Although he was a little reluctant, the tragic situation would allow him to hide his own private affairs.

"Everyone drinks a sip. Although it's a little harder, it may be cured if it's sick and strengthen your body without illness." Just as Fan Bingxi was about to deliver it, Yaragang led the villagers to arrive.

"Kill!" Yaragang took the lead in fighting with the strong orcs. These powerful orcs with ordinary strength were not enough to resist the impact of the villagers. Especially Yaragang. Every time the sharp sword flashed, a strong orc would definitely fall down. After paying the price of a minor arm injury, Yaragang and his party took half a minute to kill all the monsters. Fan Bingxi had already handed out and immediately took back the mixture liquid!

Fan Bingxi took the axe and jumped down to help Wang Bo up. He was kicked into the heart by the strong orc leader and was seriously injured. At this moment, the corner of his mouth was still bleeding.

"Wang Bo, how are you?" Fan Bingxi looked a little worried. In this strange place, they outsiders could only rely on each other for their lives, and their concern at this moment was not utilitarian at all.

Yu Lan woke up slowly, and the sky was still clear and clear, with occasional white clouds floating, making people forget their worries. "Where is this?" Yu Lan murmured.

"This is Buli Village, beautiful lady!" A big bearded villager suddenly lowered his head and looked down at the beautiful body of a undulating beauty like a mountain.

Wang Bo coughed twice, trying hard to say something, and adjusted for a long time before asking, "Brother Fan, what equipment did the monster explode just now?"

Fan Bingxi was unaware that Wang Bo still didn't care about his body at this time. Instead, he was curious about what equipment he had. He smiled bitterly, took out Saruman's mixing liquid, and opened the attributes for Wang Bo to see.

A hint of blush flashed across Wang Bo's face and said in disappointment: "I thought there would be some equipment, it's a pity!" Suddenly, Fan Bingxi was so amused, Yu Lan also walked over with fun and said: "That monster is not fierce, I'm almost scared to death. Brother Fan is so fierce!"

Many residents in the village gathered together and were no longer afraid of strong orcs. It can be said that the situation was completely controlled, so Fan Bingxi and the other two started to laugh and hope that Qin Wuyang could arrive as soon as possible. After all, Wang Bo's injuries were unknown. I hope that Qin Wuyang, who is known as the "mentor", could have a good idea. After all, I have never seen a priest who can use magical skills in the Lord of the Rings.

Aragorn opened the door of the cellar, and four little Hubbys were arguing inside. The sudden light from above his head calmed the cellar.

The sudden silence made Pipin very uncomfortable. He asked timidly: "Who is it?"

"Aragorn! Come out, Frodo!" Aragorn stood up with a sword, estimated the depth of the cellar, and then smiled and threw a rope in. The two-meter-high cellar was enough to make it difficult for the little Habi to climb out. I really don't know how they got in.

After Frodo climbed out, he thanked Aragorn and said, "Mr. Aragorn, have more help from you!"

Aragorn nodded and asked, "Frodo, tell me, how much do you know about that Mr. Edmund?" Frodo was a little confused, not knowing what this meant, but he still answered without any concealment: "He is Uncle Bilbo's friend. Gandalf said that Mr. Edmund is a great adventurer!" Frodo's tone was full of yearning!

Sam, Pipin, and Merry also climbed out of the cellar along the ropes, and looked around, looking quite alert.

(Thanks to the support of the "Lonely Walking in the World" classmate! Bow and thank you!)...
Chapter completed!