Space-time Traveler

Kill them all? Su Ziyu stared at the members of the undead team in front of him. The weapon held by the French undead team made him feel a little familiar, because the first attack on his embers, the Hawkwood from France used exactly the same big sword. . The scuffles in the hall in front do not know how long it lasts. In Su Ziyu's line of sight, there are at least a dozen more members of the Undead Flan team fighting against each other. Originally, their moves were extremely magnificent, and now they are playing a mess of Mars, jumping and rolling. There were flashing figures everywhere in the line of sight, as well as the flanged sword that set off a strong wave when waving, the power of flames appeared from time to time, just after Su Ziyu hesitated for a while, the two undead members would It was the front and back strikes that thrust the French sword into the body of an undead team member with red eyes. Thump. The body of another member of the French Undead team fell. At this time, a talent in the battle discovered the arrival of Su Ziyu and Sister Fryd. He seemed to be one of the few people who still kept their wits in his eyes. He looked at Sister Fryd in front of his eyes and raised his hand. Straightly raised the big flanged sword in his right hand, and then held the hooked dagger in his left hand and placed it across his chest and placed it on his shoulders, his knees bent slightly. This seems to be the ancient etiquette of the French Undead, and the other party's eyes have been fixed on Sister Frid. Because she is a fireless ember. ——"Captain of the French Undead Team!" All members of the French Undead Team look exactly the same, but this one has a stronger momentum, and others have some traces of being killed, and This one seems to have never died from the beginning to the end. It is not the king of salary. Although the captain of the undead team is very strong, it is not the king of salary. Sister Frid lowered her head slightly and twisted her skirt to salute. Then she held the giant sickle in both hands and disappeared into sight. "Prepare to wake up the King of Salary!" Sister Freed's figure instantly appeared on the upper right of an undead team member. With a flash of cold and cold light, a head with a pointed hat was cut off, instantly The blood spewed out on the bodies of the undead members. Soon. Another member of the undead team pierced in the heart stood up again,