Binglan slowly looked at the soldiers in front of him.

Her eyelashes, which were as white as ice, were slurping, and below were the bone-broken coldness that was as color as the eyelashes.

Sweeping over the soldiers without any emotion.

The soldiers who were extremely excited and extremely hotly discussed also closed their mouths at this moment, as if they were strangled to their throats, completely losing the ability to speak...

Everyone stared blankly at the woman in front of them, and...

The four people behind her.

There are five people in total.

The armor and weapons in their hands were different, but they were all dull and looked quite old.

Not to mention that it is compared with the exquisitely crafted equipment on Chen Ming.

Even the soldiers in front of them seemed to be much better than these five people.

but……

On the seemingly ragged old equipment of the five people, there were many indescribable patterns engraved.

No one can see what those patterns represent.

But just one look will make people feel dizzy, and some weak people cannot even stand firmly... This alone is enough to prove the extraordinaryness of the armor on the five people.

"Gudu..."

The general led by the soldiers swallowed directly.

Cold sweat oozed out of the forehead.

At the same time, the soldiers had already come to their senses from the dizziness, lowered their voices, and whispered in panic.

"Who is this?"

"Why does it look a bit amazing..."

"Yes, the red light just now was also what they did?"

"What kind of helper did that kid find?!"

While speaking, some timid soldiers began to retreat one after another.

In the army, it often affects the whole body.

Once a person develops the desire to retreat, soon, the desire to retreat will be transmitted like a plague, causing the soldiers around him to fall together.

For example, at this moment.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of the armor collision is particularly clear at this moment.

The general in charge turned his head slightly, looked sideways from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly found that the soldiers around him were retreating.

Although he was a little confused about the origin of the five people opposite him, he immediately felt courage when he thought of his ancestors being above his head.

He stomped his feet suddenly.

"What are you afraid of!"

"It's just five mortals!"

"Our ancestors are watching!"

"Do you want to fight and retreat in front of your ancestors?!"

"Are you worthy of the gaze of our ancestors?"

It seemed that he was too pious and deceived himself. He actually said this more and more, and he became louder and louder. In the end, he was already deafening.

And just like the decadent morale of defeat.

Confidence can also be contagious.

The people who had just wanted to retreat, and the people who were retreating one after another were shocked at this time...

"Yes... the ancestors are still watching us!"

"With the old ancestor's gaze, what are we afraid of!"

"A few mortals deserve to be arrogant in front of their ancestors?!"

"That's what can an ordinary person finds help...!!!"

The crowd was boiling again.

Once again, noisy and noisy.

But at this moment.

"Kaku...Kaku!"

A terrifying friction sound.

It turned out to be Binglan, who was drawing his sword out of the sheath.

There was no lightness or sharpness of the famous sword being unsheathed. Iceland drew its sword as if it was barely pulling out a weapon that had been rusted for a long time and had mottled corruption traces from the same rusty container.

The feeling of rust intertwining and integrating the two into one can be felt by listening to the sound.

Seeing this, the ridicule over there was even more.

"Haha, even the sword is corroded?"

"A warrior, even the sword is not well maintained, it's ridiculous!"

"I knew that these people were just a little fooling!"

"It's a fancy thing, but there's not even a decent sword!"

"ridiculous!"

The ridicule and ridicule of the enemy can increase their ridiculous courage.

It is the best behavior for the weak to join together.

Only Chen Ming, who was closest to Binglan, realized something was wrong.

It was a bloody smell that was so strong that he almost fainted.

It's not simple, but the physiological nausea is stimulating Chen Ming.

It is a kind of spiritual pressure!

A fear from the heart, accompanied by the faint smell of blood, rushed straight to Chen Ming's sky cover!

At this moment, an inexplicable thought suddenly broke into his brain.

The sword of Iceland did not rust...but was frozen by the blood that had been air-dried for many years and had been solidified into blocks of blood after drying up.

And the heavy blood that poured the entire sword, the blood that brought Chen Ming a dangerous breath that hit the sky spirit cap...

Not someone else.

It's exactly...

Chen Ming slowly looked up and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

Rolling in the black fog...
Chapter completed!