"What's the situation, what's the situation!!!" Baodu Fengshuang and their eight reunited big shots yelled in the team channel, but there was no reply. In the game, no echo certainly does not mean that the person is dead, on the contrary, no sound means that the person is still alive, and he is alive and well! It is because I want to work hard to survive that I am too busy to send messages.
The eight people were all worried. The people from all walks of life came from different paths, and the number of people gathered together was beyond the sky. However, if they were scattered, there were only about twenty people along the way, which was not enough. But who would have expected that he would be targeted by the opponent just after being teleported to Cloud City? The eight people were apprehensive and at the same time secretly glad that they arrived early enough to get together before the other party's ambush.
"What's the matter, what happened?" At this moment, someone suddenly spoke in the channel, and his name was the printed shawl. Of course, the one who can speak on this channel is one of the thirty-one of them. The forgetful guy who has read Fengshuang can't figure out who this person is, but he knows it again, and immediately replied: "Some of the friends who came here were ambushed, how are you?"
"Me? I'm fine. I'm coming here. Are you all right?" said the printed shawl.
After following the printed shawl, a few more people spoke, all of whom were heading towards them without any trouble.
"We're only a Thousand Miles Drunk right now, no..." The guy who sent the message didn't have time to finish typing the message, and the message couldn't be sent anymore. Gu Fei asked three times if anyone was singled out, and after three times no one responded, of course he would not continue asking endlessly, and at this time he had already made a move unceremoniously.
A range spell was thrown towards the most crowded place on their side. Except for the eight big figures present, the other players are not weak players, they are all elites from various cities. At this time, Gu Fei threw a spell at him. Although everyone was surprised, they all hid away.
"Damn, this guy really dares to do something!" Jian Dingtian yelled as he put an arrow on his bow and let it go towards Gu Fei.
Gu Fei stepped sideways, flew directly into the crowd with a teleportation, slashed left and right, and immediately began to kill all directions.
"Take him down!!" The big shots were obviously still a little confused about Gu Fei's strength, and they felt that Gu Fei's move was asking for his own death. Fighting more with less, not keeping a distance and jumping into the crowd, even fighting monsters would not be such an idiot!
The elites bravely stepped forward to take Gu Fei down, and in just a moment, the four of them turned into white light. The priests behind holding the staff were all dead, this didn't give them a chance to reply at all! The damage is too high, and one sword will kill you.
"Don't go up if your blood is thin!!" Someone yelled. This person is one of the eight people, ID first-class hypothermia, and one of the top priests. It can be seen at a glance that Thousand Miles Drunk's attack just now has chosen professions with weak health, and those with thick blood are just to attack and control casually, not his main purpose of attacking.
"This guy seems to be a bit of a mess, but he is meticulous in every step of the battle. Who the hell is this guy?" Yiwai Low Temperature was thinking secretly, while waving his hands to direct other priests to treat him. Gu Fei quickly turned over a few blood-thin ones, and all the priests were astonished and thought that their existence was meaningless. In fact, Gu Fei also took care of professions such as soldiers with thick blood when attacking, but he couldn't kill them instantly. These priests only surprised those who were killed, and ignored the words of these fighters, and the next fighters would be in trouble. The first-class low temperature experienced experienced, but saw this. Being a priest in the parallel world is actually very difficult and requires extremely high concentration. Although there are some systematic assistance, most of the time you still have to rely on your own eyes to judge.
Gu Fei just broke into the formation, and the opponent was a little confused for a while, but they were moving in an orderly manner. Of course, archers and mages withdrew to the outside, and the warriors cooperated with the knights to prepare for a pincer attack, while the thieves sneaked in and waited for the opportunity.
Everything is in order, and the situation will soon be brought under control by everyone, but no one thinks that their nightmare has just begun.
They set up formations, they move positions, and they want to flank Thousand Miles Drunk. But the result is that Thousand Miles Drunk's actions are always faster than theirs. Thousand Miles Drunk, who was shuttled among hundreds of people, was so erratic that they couldn't catch it at all. Not witnessing it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe what kind of position it was.
The steps that were completely thoughtless, but each step seemed to be taken after careful consideration. Either dodged the attack, or escaped from the pincer attack, or stepped on the perfect position for the attack. The elites couldn't predict, couldn't judge, they could only follow in the footsteps of Thousand Miles Drunk. The results of it? The slow ones couldn't catch up with his pace, and the fast ones were caught up by someone who moved and then turned around to kill him. The priests were all replying like crazy, because they couldn't catch Thousand Miles Drunk's attack at all. They can only swipe like this desperately. When the swipe reaches the point, the person will be saved. If they can't swipe, the white light...
Fear gradually appeared in the eyes of the eight big figures. They believed more and more. Killing a thousand people may be an exaggeration, but beheading a hundred people doesn't seem to be difficult for Thousand Miles Drunk. They are masters, but in front of Thousand Miles Drunk, masters like them are completely useless. Because everyone's strength is not in the same plane at all. It's like a group of rabbits facing a tiger. It doesn't matter whether you are a white rabbit or a black rabbit, a strong rabbit or a speed rabbit. In front of a tiger, you are a rabbit, and a slap is a rabbit cake. strength? Everyone is not a heavyweight, what strength do you talk about, it's almost okay to tell a little joke.
"Stop, stop, stop chasing!!" Gu Du Fengshuang reacted very quickly, knowing that the current situation has been brought into his rhythm by Thousand Miles Drunk, and this torment will become an endless loop, until all of their people are polished .
"Keep in formation, don't disperse, don't chase, stay still and move!!" Priest Yiwai also shouted loudly.
They haven't had time to discuss who will be the unified commander. At this time, anyone who has an idea will call it out immediately, and there is no time to discuss it. However, the instruction of the first-class low temperature is also in line with the consensus. The other seven big figures have no objection, and they know that they cannot object at this time. Hundreds of people hurriedly followed this instruction, no longer trying to chase and kill Thousand Miles Drunk, and went to their respective positions, trying to stick to an offensive and defensive formation first.
But at this time, the disadvantages of their hundreds of people coming from different teams in eight different main cities were revealed. Although their ratio is perfect in terms of professional composition, the habits of players in different main cities and different teams are different, and they use their own understanding methods to proceed. The formation seemed a little disorganized for a moment. The first-class low temperature commanded loudly, but except for the people he brought who quickly understood, the others were somewhat at a loss, and some even couldn't understand the words of the first-class low temperature command...
What's even more frightening is that they never let go of this evil. At this time, this terrible enemy will chat and wipe nosebleeds, and even ask people "what's the matter" when they are singled out with Fengshuang. His fast pace seemed to have countless incarnations. He was in and out of the team that couldn't coordinate at this time, and the first-class low temperature with the loudest command voice was almost killed by him. Thanks to him being a thick-skinned priest with a crazy physique. Gu Fei used the N sword on it but failed to turn him over, and had to leave in the end.
Move, keep moving. This is the most important point for Gu Fei when he fights more with less. It is already very dangerous to waste such a while here at the first-class low temperature. If one is accidentally surrounded by opponents, Gu Fei has no good way to escape. So he needs to keep moving so that the opponent can never capture his position.
The faces of the eight big figures are getting uglier and uglier. As Gu Fei swayed back and forth, their numbers continued to decrease, and at this time more than 20 people had already been lost. The first-class low-temperature command has not seen much improvement for a long time, and the sound is too loud, and Qianli Drunk is attracted to almost hack himself to death.
"This... what kind of situation is this!!!" The eight people were speechless, suffering from the situation that they couldn't handle, when they suddenly saw the Thousand Miles Drunken Sword stuffed into their pockets, white light flashed, and they disappeared with a swipe.
Some of the elites haven't reacted yet, they are still looking around nervously, for fear that the black figure will suddenly step in front of them. In fact, how difficult can it be for hundreds of people to stand together? The key is that while everyone is not coordinating, there is Gu Fei making trouble in the middle, rushing here to slash and slash, and running there to kill, the people just stand out of the formation, and then disperse as soon as they dodge his attack Yes, when they turn around and get together again, Qianli Yizui kills a circle and then turns back again. So repeatedly, how can the first-class low temperature be commanded? Gu Fei was only controlling his own rhythm, but it was even more difficult for him to control the rhythm of a hundred people at the same time.
At this time, Gu Fei had already disappeared, and those who came back to their senses were all in a daze, and they were still walking cautiously without regaining their senses! He was still ecstatic when he found that the other party didn't come out to stop him, but he looked around, only then did he realize that he had just left.
"Why did you leave suddenly?" The eight big figures were at a loss.
"It might be a conspiracy again, everyone, stand up quickly!!" The first-class low temperature was finally able to command everyone without making trouble, which was very cherished.
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"How is everyone's loss?" Asked Fengshuang.
"There are four of us."
"There are three on my side."
"Damn it, I hung five."
"My people are okay, only two died."
Everyone reported their losses. After reading Fengshuang and listening to it, they looked at themselves again, and immediately entered the state of error again.
"What's wrong?" Others asked about his abnormality.
"No wonder he left..." Bao Du Fengshuang said.
"how?"
"We hanged 29 people in total." Bao Du Fengshuang said.
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