Yang Chao suddenly screamed inexplicably, fell to the ground, rolling and struggling, as if he was also burning by fire.

The swaths of "Misins" began to fall like a meteor, and Wang Ze punched hard to the ground. All the water on the mountain was smashed by his punch, condensed into several large waterfalls, facing the Misins bullets.

Unfortunately, the Misin bullet is not afraid of water. It just stumbles slightly and immediately breaks through the barrier of the water flow.

Wang Ze roared: "Zhang Zhao! Pick it up!"

Zhang Zhao raised his hand and took the stopwatch around his neck. Everyone heard a "click" in their ears. Everything around was still, except for them.

Lao Luo and Ping Qianru picked up Yang Chao from left to right, Xuan Ji spread his wings on his back, and pulled up Sheng Lingyuan who was half kneeling there: "Go!"

Zhang Zhao is a young man, and he is worthy of being the head of the Fengshen First Detachment. His specialty is actually a time-out!

Unfortunately, it was only a moment, the next moment, the Misilian bullet parked in mid-air hit their position at a faster speed.

"He can only pinch it for one second!" Wang Ze shouted, "After a second, there will be a long time to go forward twice as fast as it is a waste of money. Don't rely on him too much! Birdman, can you still bring people?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

He felt that it might be because of his attributes. As soon as he met this water colleague, he didn't have much aura to deal with, so he shouted back: "As long as you are not afraid of being hot!"

He said this, but the next moment, he still restrained the fire on his wings, jumped down from a high place, and slid down toward the ground: "Jump up!"

At the critical moment, everyone's potential was stimulated, and they collectively jumped on Xuan Ji's wings in the posture of jumping off the cliff.

Xuan Ji felt that his shoulder blade was almost broken by these shameless things - especially the moment Miss Ping came up.

"Can you... stand on both sides and average the weight!" Xuan Ji gritted his teeth and said, "Which bastard is stamping his feet?!"

Wang Ze: "Damn it, it's so hot!"

Sheng Lingyuan, who was forced to share the same feeling with him, then twitched his back, as if he had been pressed on some heavy object. He suddenly rushed forward and his chin hit Xuan Ji's shoulder.

The two of them groaned at the same time, but Xuan Ji suddenly realized that this feeling of common sense was not completely unhealthy, as if it could help him share part of the weight.

He took a deep breath and suddenly pierced down the mountain in a second pause. His wings were like fire, and he jumped out of the second wave of mitral bullets falling.

Mithril fell rapidly, and the mountains were as bright as day.

The altar of the witch tribe, which had just seen the light of day again, was shrouded in the pale light.

Several Feng Shen's fieldworkers stood spontaneously in the outer circle, blocking possible damage for the logisticians who were powerless. Ping Qianru's face was slightly panicked and was stopped by the white light. For a moment, she seemed to hear the sarcastic cry of the mountain.
Chapter completed!