But the death group, indeed...
Su Luo shook his head and looked apologetically at Zi Yan and Beichen Shadow News.
It was her injury that dragged them down.
Bei Chenying smiled and said, "With the second child here, is there anything I can't do? Sister-in-law, don't you think?"
Su Luo smiled and nodded.
Indeed, Nangong Liuyun is like a tall and straight mountain, giving people a steady sense of security and full confidence.
Zi Yan was even more enthusiastic: "I heard that there are so many death-level spirit treasures, so don't rob me when that time comes."
"If you can grab it, you must grab it!" Bei Chenying was serious.
"What did you say? You dare to snatch the old lady? Stop!" Zi Yan and Bei Chenying laughed together.
Just when a few people in the back hadn't reacted, Su Luo and his party had already stepped into the door.
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A huge question mark appeared on the foreheads of the four people behind.
"That's death level, you really dare to enter?" Luo Dieyi stared at Li Yaoyao in disbelief.
"That slut Su Luo can enter if he is injured like that, why can't I? Second Senior Brother, let's go!" Li Yaoyao dragged Situ Ming and walked quickly.
Seeing that the door was about to close, Luo Dieyi looked at Luo Haochen as if asking for help.
Luo Haochen finally flashed a cold light in his eyes: "If they can enter, so can we."
He stroked the ring on his finger, where he had hidden his deepest trump card.
Luo Dieyi looked at the bronze-colored ring on her finger and nodded: "For Lingbao, fight!"
So, before the door of the hall was closed, the Luo brothers and sisters also entered the nine-layered hall mightily.
Nine-layer Hall, nine stories high, nine gates.
Just entered the first floor.
Everyone just felt a flower in front of them, and the surrounding scene had turned into a snowflake fluttering in the Arctic ice field.
The cold wind was biting.
As soon as everyone entered, before they stood firm or understood, they heard the tyrant's voice ringing in their ears.
"Resist the wind blade for a quarter of an hour, start."
As soon as the voice fell, the world suddenly changed color!
When no one was prepared at all, countless wind blades burst out from all directions.
The endless cold air continued to permeate, and it was cold and cold, making everyone feel like they were in hell.
Countless wind blades are surprisingly powerful and completely irregular.
Nangong Liuyun carried Su Luo on his back and protected her under the fox fur, which was safe and unharmed.
At this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by a transparent protective cover, no matter how powerful the wind blade was, it would be blocked by ten feet.
Compared with Su Luo's leisure, the other six people can be regarded as suffering.
The appearance of wind blades is irregular. Front and rear, left and right, up and down, no matter which direction.
Li Yaoyao and Situ Ming are a group.
Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen are a group.
Bei Chenying and Zi Yan are in the same group.
They both handed their backs to each other, the afterimages of the swords in their hands flickered, and the sound of Dangdangdang could not be heard.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Li Yaoyao exclaimed.
It turned out that she did not resist, a wind blade swiped from her arm, and immediately, blood stained her arm.
Situ Ming's eyes suddenly showed a distressed look.
"Yaoyao, how are you?" Situ Ming asked nervously!
He has no time to clone, if he stops, the wind blade will definitely hurt Li Yaoyao.
"It hurts..." Li Yaoyao burst into tears and wanted to cry.
Her gaze swept across, and she inadvertently saw Su Luo lying leisurely on Nangong Liuyun's back—
For a while, Li Yaoyao's tears flowed down with a swipe.
People are more mad than people!