Chapter 218 Kill!

"Lu Ran!"

Jiang Ruyi floated down, half-knelt beside Lu Ran, and held his arm with one hand.

"Ugh." Lu Ran grinned and knelt on the ground, feeling like his body was about to fall apart.

What an evil demon, the Silk Shadow!

What an evil method - pulling the silk skirt!

It is so powerful.

As a human being, Lu Ran certainly doesn't want to see the evil demon become powerful.

But as the "owner" of the God and Demon Sculpture Garden, the more terrifying Qian Siying's strength is, the stronger Lu Ran's slaves will be.

In the future, the power of the Ran Clan will become stronger!

There was another point that made Lu Ran secretly feel it was a pity.

That silk dress was too heavy. Wearing it would seriously affect Lu Ran's speed.

To date, Lu Ran’s fighting style has been finalized, and the core is just one word - fast!

Once Lu Ran puts on the Qiansi dress, it would be like destroying his own Great Wall.

The more he thought about it, the more regretful Lu Ran felt.

Who doesn’t want to wear that bright red dress and show off their majesty?

Sure enough, there are only zero and countless times of wearing women's clothing.

Ever since she wore the Night Charm, Lu Ran no longer cared about wearing such a feminine, sexy and revealing red dress.
As long as it can improve combat effectiveness, that's fine!
You care what I wear~
"are you OK?"

The girl spoke softly, a hint of distress in her eyes.

"Xiao Lu." Sun Zhengfang and Wei Long also rushed over, "Where are you injured?"

"You're not hurt, are you?" Lu Ran reached out to the camera not far away and muttered, "It just hurts a little."

The mumbling words, mixed with the sound of the rain, drifted into thousands of homes.

People felt both amused and sad when they heard it.

It seems that such words should not come from the mouth of a genius?

Other students who participated in the battle tried their best to show their strong and resolute side.

And Lu Ran actually said "It hurts a little"?
If Lu Ran had said something like this earlier, he would probably have been scolded to death!

After all, he is one of the hundred people carefully selected by Daxia. In a sense, he represents the face of Daxia.

Just before Lu Ran said this, he had just passed through the gates of hell and rescued his comrades!

There were layers of comments in the channel, but few people had any complaints about Lu Ran.

Instead, most people are moved and praise it.

"The Burning God is truly true to himself! He's not pretending at all!"

"You cried out in pain, but you didn't show any fear when you went to Hades' Palace, did you?"

"It seems that Qiansiying is much more powerful than Yemei. Look how badly he beat the child. He is bleating non-stop."

"Saving people and killing enemies are not of the same level of difficulty. How many people who are controlled by the shadow can survive?"

"This is true! The Red Scarf believers simply saved their lives."

"I was watching the live broadcast while kicking my Fairy Sheep believer husband. He kept kneeling there crying and didn't dare to resist. He didn't have any backbone at all. It pissed me off!"

"Lu Ran is the one who respects Yan Zhiren! He condescended to become Xian Yang's disciple, how can he be the same as other trash?"

"If a few more geniuses come, the ranking of gods in Daxia will probably change."

Lu Ran on this side had just put on the camera when a burst of energy fluctuations suddenly came from above his head.

The distance was so close that several teammates also noticed it.

Everyone tensed up, and saw a string of Daxia characters floating out from the surging energy.

Moon?
Each "moon" character emits a bright white light, like the bright moonlight.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, and except for Sun Zhengfang, they all took a step back, allowing the string of "moon" characters to form a circle and surround Lu Ran.

The magic spell of the sorcerer: Moonlight Spell!
This method is extremely effective and can inject vitality into the target and accelerate wound healing.

"Thank you, thank you"

The curser's followers came closer and closer, their eyes filled with tears and their voices choked with sobs.

Sun Zhengfang placed one hand on Lu Ran's body, with a soft green light glowing from his palm, and carefully examined Lu Ran's body:
"Take the two teammates with you, we will take you to the nearest shelter."

"Captain Sun!" A Biwu believer also rushed over. He released a large number of branches in his hands and wrapped up the unconscious Nuosha believers and Hongjin believers.

As the Moon Watchers of Yuxiang City, they certainly knew their superiors from Yunshan City.

The two of them looked at Lu Ran again.

Gratitude, admiration, happiness, fear.
It is hard to imagine that there can be such complex and rich emotions on a person's face.

Put yourself in their shoes and imagine how desperate these people were before the patrol arrived.

I'm afraid that I'm about to be tortured by the evil demon, the Silk Shadow, to the point of mental breakdown.
"Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future." Lu Ran looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice.

"Yeah." The female follower of the sorcerer nodded repeatedly, covering her eyes with one hand, and crying uncontrollably.

A simple sentence caused the woman's emotions to explode completely.

People don't know that this female follower of the sorcerer and the red scarf follower are actually a couple.

Hot tears flowed from between her fingers. The middle-aged woman looked like a weak child at this moment.

"There's no time to lose!" Sun Zhengfang pulled his hand back and ordered, "Let's go!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the six-man team quickly took action, carrying the two unconscious wounded.

On the way, Sun Zhengfang said solemnly: "Let's change our tactics!"

Everyone perked up and listened attentively.

Sun Zhengfang spoke quickly: "Xiao Lu and Xiao Jiang, you two have magical weapons, we must make good use of this advantage.

First, let the magic soldiers fly up to the sky, keep them in the air, and give them enough distance to sprint."

"Yes!"

"Yes." Lu Ran and Jiang Ruyi responded at the same time.

Sun Zhengfang continued, “If I encounter the Silk Shadow again, I will immediately summon the Green Wu Tree and release as many branches as possible.

Use a large number of branches to pull the enemy's red thread to form the main battlefield. Big Dragon! "

"Here!" "As soon as the main battlefield opens here, you will cut in from behind Qiansiying! Immediately activate the divine method: Blood Sea Chaos and take off her clothes!"

"Yes!"

"You two should seize the opportunity, control the magic weapons, and kill Qian Siying." Sun Zhengfang looked at Lu Jiang and the others again.

A series of orders were issued in an orderly manner.

Sun Zhengfang demonstrated the qualities of a qualified soldier. After two battles, he developed a combat plan based on the characteristics of the team members.

In this plan, Weilong has become a crucial link.

Sun Zhengfang sighed inwardly: If only Dalong had the same body movements as Lu Ran, he would be able to penetrate the red line formation more quickly and have a higher chance of success.

How can you have your cake and eat it too?
As a follower of the Immortal Sheep, Lu Ran doesn't have a soft control technique like "Blood Sea Chaos".
Jiang Ruyi suddenly said: "I can continue to output.

Draw the red thread from another direction to reduce Brother Wei's pressure."

Lu Ran added: "I'll go and shout to make sure Qian Siying's attention is on me."

The effective defense distance of the Evil Magic·Pulling Silk Clothes is 30 meters, but the attack distance of the Evil Magic·Pulling Silk Line is far more than 30 meters!
Lu Ran had just seen the miserable appearance of the Red Scarf believers, entangled in red silk threads and controlled by evil spirits.

He couldn't let this happen to Wei Long.

"Okay!" As soon as Sun Zhengfang finished speaking, he heard a flute sound.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded so harsh to everyone's ears.

For a moment, everyone's expression changed.

Lu Ran was the same, and his expression was even uglier.

There is no doubt that there is a Jade Flute believer over there.

On the battlefield, Lu Ran is most afraid of encountering this kind of comrades!
The sixth-class god, Yudi, is depicted in a sculpture of a man wearing a white robe with fluttering sleeves and a gentle and elegant temperament.

As a stone sculpture, what he holds in his hand is a stone flute.

But through the shadow of the god and the name he called himself, everyone knew that the flute was made of an unknown white jade.

The Yudi School is not good at output, but is good at assisting.

This piercing flute sound can barely be considered an output technique, which can make people feel uneasy or even in a trance.

Being able to force the Jade Flute believers to this point is enough to show what kind of life-and-death moment the other party is going through!
After all, the sound of the flute does not distinguish between friend and foe!
In other words, either the Jade Flute believers did not care about the lives of their teammates, or the entire Moon-Watching Team except the Jade Flute believers were killed in the battle!

No matter which situation it is, it is enough to make everyone's heart sink to the bottom.

"Um"

At the intersection, a woman in a red dress rubbed her wet long hair with one hand, frowned slightly, and made a light nasal sound.

There is a charm in her every move.

The look of his slightly furrowed brows makes him even more adorable.

The sound of the flute obviously had some influence on her.

But it didn't stop her from moving forward!

Just a few dozen meters in front of her, a Moon Gazer was holding an illusory flute with a sad face, and he kept playing the flute.

"Boom!"

Qiansiying's pair of jade feet stepped on the wet asphalt road.

Perhaps because her bright red dress was too heavy, she made a dull sound as she walked.

Suddenly, the red lines floating in the sky fell down.

Her feet were covered by the long skirt, and her steps forward no longer made any heavy sounds.

Qiansiying cancelled the evil method of Qiansichang.

Her clothing seemed the same, but in reality, the tattered dress had become commonplace and no longer heavy.

Just like the Night Demon Evil Magic and the Night Demon Clothes.

Before you chop the knife onto Ye Mei's body, it is difficult to tell with your naked eyes whether Ye Mei has used the evil magic, Ye Mei Shang.

Whether it is Ye Mei or Qian Si Ying, their image is just like this.

"Hmm~"

The shrill sound of the flute gave Qiansiying an unbearable headache.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her red pupils fixed on the human race in front of her.
"call!!"

The silken shadow leaped forward, light and graceful.

She stretched out one hand, and five thin red threads shot out from her fingertips, piercing the Jade Flute believers!

The speed of the evil demon Qiansiying was not slow. The only thing that restricted her was the Qiansi dress.

The Jade Flute believer suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly!

The beautiful shadow has not arrived, and the silk thread has not arrived.

But her pair of red eyes emitting a faint glow had inadvertently met the gaze of the Jade Flute believers.

Evil magic: Pulling silk pupil!
Evil methods that can drag people into a world of illusion, and horrific techniques that can destroy and torture people's spirits.

The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

Such a charming woman is filled with deadly "poison" all over her body. Anyone who comes into contact with it will die!

The Jade Flute believers did not even have the chance to escape. They were fixed on the spot, their faces stiff and as dead as death.

Qiansiying slightly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a cruel smile.

"What!!!"

"Huh?" Qian Siying turned her head suddenly and saw the human race rushing over.

Lu Ran's face turned pale as he looked at the three crooked bodies at the intersection.

One of the corpses was headless and lying there alone, with blood still flowing from its neck.

What’s even more ironic is that there is a rotten stick floating above the headless corpse.

Even if the believer died, the bad fortune sticks would not disappear.
There were two other bodies entangled together, as if they had killed each other with their own hands.

"Kill!" Sun Zhengfang was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly.

"呲-"

Lu Ran’s heart was filled with rage, and fog was swirling under his feet!
He clenched the Night Sword tightly and rushed forward:
"What!!!"

(End of this chapter)