Chapter Two hundred and seventy

However, when the cold Nebula rushed to the middle of the bridge deck but never thought, in the middle of the bridge deck, I do not know when there was a boundary. The Cold Nebula jogged headlong into the boundary, nose a sour, almost left tears to...

The cold nebular atmosphere, battered by the boundary, the heart path, "How dare you tease me like this! You don't know how powerful I am unless I burn you to the ground! " Said Shiryō

Think of here cold nebulae body slightly backward tilt a bit, the Sea of gas in the fire immediately brewed out, the body again slightly forward tilt, Meng's a wave of the hand, a destruction of the fire will play out.

This is the first time the cold Nebula has used the pale fire against the boundary, although the cold Nebula's heart has not put my own pale fire can break through this damn boundary, but think of their own fire is very powerful, the legend is that everything can be burned, as for the boundary this thing, should also be included in everything?

As the nether fire from the cold nebula continues to blast above the boundary, the transparent boundary above the drawbridge begins to show reddish cracks... As the chasm grew longer and denser, looking at the boundary that was about to collapse, the cold Nebula took another breath, the body was bent at 90 degrees, and the chasm-filled boundary was finally shattered by the fire of Hades.

"Whoo, really unexpected Ah, this thing is quite difficult to deal with the boundary, it seems to meet such things in the future to brew for a good while, just now the fire of the Nether... almost suffocated to death. " Cold Nebula said to himself, as fast as he could, he crossed the still-swaying Drawbridge, fearful of another boundary midway through.

When the cold nebula finally crossed the drawbridge and came to her side, Isriel was overjoyed and immediately said to the cold Nebula, "baby, you're here at last! What was that? It was like a boundary. "

The Cold Nebula sighed, he opened his mouth to Isreal and said, "it's not like, it's the boundary... ... This fucking Shiryō, he put a barrier on the bridge at some point, and it's a good thing it was me this time, because if it was anybody else, I don't know what would have happened."

Cold Nebula this sentence actually comes from the heart, indeed as the cold Nebula said, if it is other people, I am afraid that in addition to being a Dark Elf frost fog, other people want to break the boundary may not be so easy. But it sounded in Isreal's ears as if he were boasting.

After hearing the cold Nebula's "boast" , isriel actually showed a sweet smile to the cold Nebula, a smile which is really rare in a hundred years, isreal was heard to say to the Cold Nebula, "my dear, take another claw out of the sac behind me, and perhaps it will hold the drawbridge. "

Cold Nebula had wanted to do this for a long time, and when he saw Isriel and himself thought together, without a word, he nodded and put out his hand and felt for Isriel behind him.

As a hunter, Isreal liked to wear clothes that were easy to move around in, so Isreal chose clothes that were close fitting, tight, and stretchy so she could move around easily.

But her sac was hanging just below her waist, so close to her plump peach hips that the cold nebula stirred when it began rummaging through the SAC for flying claws.

"Baby, now is not the time to do that... "

ISRIEL's backpack is positioned, however, on her peach-like rear end, causing Isriel a moment of "discomfort" as the cold nebula reaches inside for its claws.

"Baby, now is not the time to do that... "

The Cold Nebula startled as she listened, and the flying claw she had just taken in her hand fell off again, and she thought to herself, "what is this, what is this? I have only got a flying claw... " As he reached for the flying claw again, he inadvertently brushed his arm against the tip of Isreal's plump buttock.

The already restless Isreal is touched again by the cold Nebula and becomes even more... Ahem ...... Involuntarily, he made a low sound, which made the cold nebula blush. It took so much effort, but fortunately he took out the flying claw.

But just then the wind suddenly changed direction, blowing from the cold Nebula and the direction of Israel to the other side of the drawbridge, love coincidentally also really spread to the bridge across.

The trio waiting on the other side of the bridge stared at the cold Nebula and Isreal, puzzled as Armstrong watched the cold nebula groping behind Isreal, then I saw her squirm, and for a moment Armstrong didn't know whether to keep watching or not.

So Armstrong put out his hands to cover his eyes, and between his fingers there was a gap, looking carefully at his head.

But when this delicate whisper of Isreal came into the Armstrong's ear, the Armstrong was morose! "What's wrong with Lord Cold Nebula, to do such a thing with Isreal at such a time... oh, I'm so ashamed... " but the real monologue was: these two guys did it in front of me! Unforgivable! It's unforgivable!

Finally took out the cold Nebula flying claw step came to the other side of the suspension bridge, like Isriel will be thrown up in the hands of the flying claw, and then to the suspension bridge railing on the edge.

Perhaps it was cold Nebula's first use of such a long-range attack with a chain weapon, which, after a few swings, failed to attach the flying claw to the railing of the suspension bridge, and I almost hurt myself trying to retract the claw.

Looking at Cold Nebula's clumsy appearance, Isriel and the three men at the other end of the drawbridge worried for him. They said, even if you can't handle the drawbridge, it's OK, but if you hurt yourself with flying claws again, well, that's a problem.

Looking at the cold Nebula as if it were about to be tried again, the CERTA breath, standing opposite the drawbridge, immediately exclaimed, "Cold Nebula, sir, don't throw it away until I come over. " Then he stepped onto the still somewhat shaky drawbridge.

With his serta-like skill, facing such a shaky drawbridge, cold Nebula was very worried. The high priest of the elven clan did not look like a nimble elven parade at all, if it was ardarlene moon or her crew, cold nebula would be fine.

But to the cold Nebula's consternation, the SERTA wind, after stepping onto the drawbridge, was surprisingly comfortable, though not entirely flat, walking a few steps to the center of the drawbridge. But then the boundary that had been broken by the Cold Nebula appeared again...

This can make the bridge of the wind of the Celta Helpless, reached out to touch the front of this invisible boundary, the wind of the Celta heart a horizontal, his short legs back a step, steadies, swung his Luna Cane over the Rickety Drawbridge, and one of his canes crashed into the boundary.

After a "click" sound, the strength of the earthquake was so strong that the Serta, which had retreated two steps, managed to stabilize its body with difficulty and did not fall off the bridge, still, the other four men on either side of the drawbridge broke into a cold sweat.

But the boundary, Struck with full force by the Celta Wind, was calmed again by a ripple of reddish color, and became invisible again.

Standing at the other end of the drawbridge, the cold nebula burst into a rage. "This damned Shiryō has laid another boundary! "

Seeing that the SERTA wind had no way to take the boundary, frost mist, standing in front of the Drawbridge, immediately spoke: "Let me break the boundary! " As he spoke, he reached out and took out several totems from his arms and held them in his hands, and stepped onto the drawbridge.

But frost fog had just stepped onto the drawbridge when it was overturned by the Rickety Bridge. If it hadn't been for the SERTA touch, frost fog would have slipped off the edge of the drawbridge. Even if you get away with your legs stuck in the rail at the edge of the Drawbridge, a hard knock on the crotch might be enough to make the frost fog stand.

After seeing the frost mist that had just rolled over the drawbridge as soon as he stepped on it, the Cold Nebula sighed, "slowly opened his mouth and said:"Ah... is really a dark Elf family descendants ah... in addition to some magic outside and ordinary elves are no different..

The situation on both sides of the suspension bridge and on the bridge was even worse, and in front of the bridge stood Armstrong, his face painted with anxiety and helplessness.

The suspension bridge body stands just to support the shape of the Celta Wind, and the little girl like the Celta Wind not only to stabilize their own body, but also pull two legs have been suspended outside the bridge frost fog.

At the other end of the bridge, ISRIEL's hand gripped the flying claw in case he let go, causing the bridge to shake even more, dropping the Celta Breath and frost under it.

The rest of cold Nebula was still holding the claw in his hand. He was anxious to see if he could hook the railing of the suspension bridge, but he wasn't sure.

At this critical moment, cold nebula suddenly came up with a good idea. Although she could not use flying claws, Isreal could, AH, and all she had to do was take Isreal's hand and hold it, and let Isreal throw the other claw, and that would have done it?