The chaotic catacombs

"King Jiao, are you sure you want me to Cut You Down?"

Fang ping held the shortsword. The shortsword trembled continuously, but when Fang ping held it in his hand, he felt that there was nothing in his hand.

Divine weapons were indeed different.

Richard didn't reply. In fact, this guy didn't know how to speak.

Fang ping saw that it was only looking at the short sword and cursed in his heart. It was definitely trying to make old yellow take the blame.

The key was, was it useful?

Or did he miss something?

Fang ping suddenly stopped hesitating. He picked up the short sword and stabbed it into the Yong's body.

This time, he used very little strength. He was afraid that his bones would hurt, so he swallowed him in one bite.

In the end ... The dagger slipped off and couldn't even pierce through the outer layer of the Golden armor.

The Jiao seemed to be a little dissatisfied. It smacked its claws down, and Fang ping sank into the ground again.