The Elf Guide is in my heart

"Oh my god, what did he do?"

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming"

"Does he know what it means to treat people in the City of Pagoda like this?"

"What a complete lunatic"

"He is hopeless. People in the elven region are really scary."

"He's done playing. He's dead. Keep your distance from him. I don't know him."

"He actually did it, didn't he? Even if the Lord of Futu City is really weaker than Xuetu, that's not your capital to kick him."

"Could it be that your backstage is Xue Tu? Otherwise, why are you so confident?"

Even if the person he kicked was not the elf hunter captain himself, he was still panicking in his heart. ..

Because this madman came with him and others, in order to cause unnecessary trouble, he would inevitably have to explain it with all his words later, so as not to get burned.

The man in gray sacrificial robes was holding his stomach, looking in disbelief in pain.

Outside the area, even if he is a slave, who dares to look down on him if he wears clothes with the logo of the City of Pagoda?

Ever since he became a slave in the City of Pagodas and was bought by the aloof Master of the Seven Towers, he had never been even verbally slighted, let alone being kicked to the ground like this.

The madman in front of me actually did this. What on earth is happening in this world?

"You are so presumptuous"

"Nothing I say or do now can save you. No matter who you are, if you despise the pagoda, death will be your fate."

"whoosh"

A sharp blade was taken out from his waist.

The slave had a fierce look on his face, staring at this stupid thing that didn't know the heights of the world.

Although there were bursts of severe pain in his abdomen that affected his ability to move, the shame in his heart was worse than anything else. Besides, there were other people around, and his face was even more painful. It was so embarrassing.

The first thing he did after getting up was to rush towards Ning, and the direction where the sharp blade stabbed was Ning's heart.

The shot was a dead hand, without any hesitation.

Jing Jing stood there quietly, sneering helplessly.

Helpless, because Ning didn't know where this gray-robed slave came from.

As a slave, his physical fitness is really worrying. Compared with a young man like Ning, he is far behind.

What's more, he was kicked hard in the stomach by Ning, and the speed of his body was like slow motion in a movie.

Even if you fight alone, you can win with just one hand.

But Ning found the opponent's affirmative expression that he was convinced that he was afraid of the prestige of the City of Pagoda and therefore did not dare to dodge.

Xue Tu, and the entire "Pluto" force behind him, would rather dare to offend him and regard him as his mortal enemy in the future, which made the special police officer and even the old man "admired".

In the long run, Ning really does not intend to take them seriously in the ten ancient cities.

The reason for laughing was because the slave didn't seem to understand the situation yet. All the elves present, except for Ning's Nidoking and Ghost Stone, had basically lost most of their mobility.

The suppressive power of the temple reached its maximum at this moment

sneer

Shi Yinyi Ningyou has always had a principle: if you are kind to him, you will repay him with a spring of spring, and if you do harm to him, you will not stop until death.

Dare to stab the sharp blade into Ning's chest, with such obvious and naked murderous intent, no matter who the other person is or what his background is, Ning has long remembered him in the "book of death" in his heart and will never tolerate it.

Faced with the stabbing blade and the gray-robed slave who was basically extremely slow, he would rather deal with it without any effort.

Ning, who had not received any training, would definitely not be able to perform a skill like grabbing a blade with his bare hands. He had to ensure his own safety to prevent overturning.

Facing the incoming person, Ning lowered his center of gravity, seized the right moment, and dodged to the side as quickly as possible. Then, using one foot as a fulcrum, the other foot kicked the gray-robed slave again. Location on the flank.

Ning said that anyone who wanted to harm him would never be merciful, so Ning showed no mercy and used all his strength.

Another kick, and once again the gray-robed slave was kicked out.

At this time, everyone heard the crisp cracking sound in the air. ..

There is no doubt that the gray-robed slave's ribs are broken. How much is unknown.

After suffering the pain of broken bones and being kicked out and hit the ground three times in a row, everyone was shocked to find that a huge hole had been opened in the slave's entire belly inexplicably.

Not only were the internal organs clearly visible, but blood poured out and spread all over the floor.

The slave looked in disbelief, and his eyes became vicious, resentful, and even almost crazy.

"Pixie, Pixie, kill him for me. Kill him for me."

"You're going to hell and I'm going to make you go to hell."

"If you trample on the name of the pagoda, no one can save you."

The slave screamed at the top of his lungs and cursed with a ferocious expression.

At the same time, every time he said a word, blood spurted out from his belly, and a small part even splashed on Ning's white sacrificial robe and even his face.

Ning was a little innocent. This was not his doing. If he had this kind of skill, he would still be an elf trainer. He wouldn't have a better future as a fighter.

To blame, it was because the slave was too obsessed with killing Ning. He held on to the sharp blade the whole time and refused to let go. When he was rolling, the sharp blade accidentally got inserted into his stomach.

Besides, according to the judgment of previous archaeologists, this ancient kingdom has nothing to do with your city of Pagoda. If you can't fight it with eight poles, why should you occupy it and prevent others from entering? Besides, you, a slave, can represent the entire city of Pagoda. The will of the city?

Ning looked calmly at the dying slave lying on the ground, and then his perspective gradually shifted to the other side of the temple door. There was something hidden in the shadow.

And that thing is the slave's elf, the Pixie in his mouth.

"Pixie"

"Ha ha"

"Hahahaha"

Ning's wild laughter resounded throughout the hall.

The massive loss of blood "you" gradually deprived the slave of his life, ability to think, and vision.

The slave could no longer think too much, but as the laughter entered his ears, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart and an indescribable fear. It was a strange feeling that was difficult to explain.

"Nidoking, Ghost Stone" Ning pointed his finger at Pixie who was preparing to attack behind the stone pillar.

Under the influence of Ning's Soul Elf Illustration, even Pixie with a level as high as 72 could not escape.

The two elves understood what he meant and rushed towards the stone pillar, preparing to fight Pixie to eliminate this potential threat for Ning.

Of course, the main force is still Nidoking. Due to the suppression of the source of life, Ghost Stone cannot exert much combat power.

Nidoking is level 29 and Ghoststone is level 26. Can he beat Pikaxi, which is level 72?

This must be nonsense, it must be unbeatable, even Ning's Sting Bee cannot cross level 43 to complete such a myth.

What's more, because of the existence of the "Forbidden Spirit Magic Stone", which absorbs the life source of the elves all the time, the two elves' levels were downgraded.

Don't forget, the elves here cannot release any skills, and even their basic mobility will be deprived.

It must be mentioned again that, in addition to Ning's elves, in addition to his elves

But the slave doesn't know this. He doesn't know that for Ning, the power of suppression here is very limited.

A battle that never occurs in normal times will take place here, with a complete and subversive reversal.

"The City of Pagoda will not let you go."

The slave wanted to know what happened behind him.

But he couldn't, because the madman in front of him was grabbing his hair tightly. Fortunately, the distance was closer, and he could finally look at the person seriously.

There was a pair of strange eyes on that face that could still be called immature. The eyes didn't look like those of a young man, and they felt extremely inconsistent.

Calm, cold, and profound, he couldn't understand or figure it out. Even in the end, he seemed to vaguely see a hint of cruelty.

How cruel can a young man, a student, be? Haha, if he dares to do this, he must have a very strong backing, but it won't take long, when he knows what the City of Pagoda is, then he will wake up to himself What kind of disaster was committed.

"Young man, crazy, finally knows how to do it."

But the next moment, the slave's thoughts suddenly stopped. He suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

The picture that comes into view changes completely depending on the state of mind.

The white sacrificial robe, which was originally pure and sacred, had become inexplicably pale and even scary because it was stained with blood.

There was no emotion in the young man's eyes, like a devil out of its cage.

He grabbed the slave's hand and twisted it gently. The slave, who had no ability to resist, finally saw the scene behind him.

From just now, he has been wondering why the elves are all incapable of moving, but where does the noisy fighting sound behind this come from.

They have no ability to move, so why can they fight so fiercely?

But until he saw the young man's eyes.

Until the life connection between him and Pixie was completely severed.

It wasn't until he saw a ghost walking in and a "Gengar" coming out that the slave truly understood what he had gotten into.

"My Pixie, here." The slave's trembling pupils no longer had any arrogance. At that moment, the fear of death truly came to his heart.

The hand holding the medicine and reagents that had been prepared to treat the injury was trembling as if in the cold winter wind.

The hand holding his hair slowly loosened, moved downward, and then slowly tightened its grip on his neck.

The slave stared at that hand the whole time, not daring to look away. He didn't dare to imagine what would happen next.

"Uh, wait, wait, you" The slave couldn't say any words, his throat was completely strangled.

"Hey, do you know that the expression just now is very suitable for the look of your death."

"Don't worry, I'm different from Xuetu. I'm a very kind person."

"Because I respect life, I will not kill any life."

"Wait, honor, exit"

The hand tightening the neck was tightened violently, and the slave had no reaction anymore. He fell to the ground with a pop, leaving only blood on the ground and a pair of regretful eyes.