"kill!"
A group of elites from Zhanlong rushed out. Li Mu and I rushed forward side by side. With a swing of King Qin's sword, Qixing Shard Yuezhan had flown out, attacking at least 20 members of mythology on the trajectory, but it was this group that I could not think of. Myth’s melee players reacted extremely fast, and separated them with a single “swipe”. The blow I was determined to win only hit 12 people, but avoided as many as 9 people!
"boom!"
Huangsha was cut into a deep gully, and a series of damage figures flew up—
"3718!"
"3137!"
"4123!"
…
Lu Chunyang Qingjian shouted angrily: "Xiaoyao Freedom's offensive power is too strong, avoid his sharp edge, kill other Dragon Slashing players, don't have to fight Xiaoyao Freedom, come a group of knights, trap me!"
As he said, Lu Chunyang had already rushed out, the sword light flashed, and the sword aura cut into the dragon-slashing crowd, and the mythical swordsmen rushed over, cooperating with tacit combos, slashing the air, and adding sword blades. I rushed forward, and suddenly a dozen of Dragon Slashing melee players fell into a pool of blood. I felt distressed. These are the Dragon Slashing elites who followed me in this city battle for 18 hours in the north and south wars!
"Block their crosscutting!" Li Mu was furious, and Fujian cut into the crowd, but couldn't stop the intrusion of the dense crowd of Mythical Guild.
Ran Min swept across with his battle axe, followed by a whirlwind slash, Dongcheng Lei's battle axe suddenly waved, screamed, the cyclone vigorously, seven or eight mythical melee players were chopped into flight.
In the distance, Fang Geque was a little unbearable. The fan in his hand flicked, and the whole person flew out. Raising his hand was a combination of ice rock movement + flame wind attack, almost as if no casting time was needed. The two skills were directly swayed on Ran Min Two damage figures jumped out of his body—
"3871!"
"4127!"
Fortunately, Ran Min received a treatment for the 凫水囡囡 in the middle of the way. The remaining blood state was not dead, and he hurriedly shook the sky. Holding the battle axe, he jumped suddenly, and the battle axe was condescending for a heavy split, and roared: "Fang Geque, give I go to die!"
"brush!"
"MISS!"
Fang Geque's understatement of the space leap avoided Ran Min's brutal jump cut, but left an ice burst skill in place, knocking out Ran Min's blood!
I saw it with horror: "Old K, step back, don't push hard!"
Looking at the entire Dragon Slashing, only my words can command Ran Min. He looked angry and dashed backwards with his battle axe, while slashing and slashing while running for his life, Fang Geque did not continue chasing and killing him, a fan filled with flames. Trembling, the fire and ice storm swallowed a group of bloody dragon-slashing gunners in the distance. Even the fox was hit. He retreated with a horrible grunt and was almost killed in seconds. It shows that Fang Geque’s spiritual attack power is really good. How scary.
"Brother Xiaoyao!"
Yue Qingqian was chased by several swordsmen so that he could only retreat, and said loudly: "Their tactic is to cut us up. Be careful, you rushed too far, you must be careful!"
Before Yue Qingqian’s words fell, a large group of knight players with heavy shields appeared around me, and their defense power would not be lower than 2800 points. The confidence on the face was enough to explain the problem. A group of knights had nothing to say. I rushed over, the shield was raised, and the "bang bang bang" hit me. This is the effect of the shield strike. Want to control me like this
"Boom!"
The body was hit by more than a dozen knights together, as if to be torn apart, my heart was chilled, and a series of cyclones were "brushing" around my body, and the two swords suddenly danced, and a group of knights was stirred with a "bang". The two long swords staggered and slashed, directly slashing a knight in front of him directly, and the magical talisman lingering around his arm, the magical array descended, and the remnant blades attacked indiscriminately! At the same time, the seven-star position was activated, and the "swipe" shifted to the other side, freed from the restraint of the shield formation, raising his hand was a Seven-Star Broken Yue Slash, once again in the Primordial Realm, and killed several people!
"Roar..."
The flame god tiger roared out of the pet space and rushed into the crowd. I rushed horizontally and suffered countless injuries. However, it also caused high-level attacks on the people of mythology. 10% of the blood sucked me. Reluctantly survive, but must keep moving and changing positions, otherwise once locked, he will die.
Fang Geque stared at me from a distance, and with a sudden wave of the fan in his hand, the Spiral Ice Dance skill was activated!
I saw in my eyes, my body sank slightly, and then launched a sword thrust, and a big MISS floated behind me. At the same time, two swords staggered and chopped a knight into pieces, and shouted: "Fang Geque, you want to kill Me, dream!"
Fang Geque clenched his fists, said nothing, with anger in his eyes.
…
Let’s fight and retreat. Soon, I met with Li Mu, Wang Jian and others, but found that everyone was covered with sword marks and blood. Ran Min was almost about to be scorched, and the remote team of Mythology was already overwhelmed. Here, at least a team of 7000 pure spiritualists, the scorched earth tactics are extremely brutal, even if it is as strong as Dragon Slash, it was swallowed by mouthfuls.
"Puff!"
The blade cut into the opponent's body, Li Mu's eyes were red from the killing, and he looked at me heartbrokenly and said, "Xiaoyao, if this goes on... Our brother will be killed soon!! This... This shouldn't be us. Right? Zhanlong shouldn’t end like this, right? You tell me, why are we blocking our guns for guilds like Edge and Prague?"
I looked at the Eight Desolate City team behind me, not yet fully deployed, and gritted my teeth and said: "Five minutes, then hold on for another five minutes!"
"good!"
Dragon Slash’s team was quickly cut in half. The myth’s offensive was too harsh. Ye Lai of the Judgment Guild was killed in one place with the misty clouds under Binglin. The war between two arrogant men was impossible for a while. Win or lose!
…
"drop!"
A message from the leader of Prague Yanzhao Wushuang: "Li Xiaoyao, we have finished the deployment, thank you Zhanlong, and retreat quickly. Your contribution can be seen in the entire Bahuang City!"
I immediately waved my sword: "Brothers, retreat westward with me, hurry up!"
A group of Dragon Slashing players retreated with me with residual blood. Some people kept falling under the firepower net of the myth. Even the matcha returned with residual blood, which shows how cruel the battle is.
Behind him, people from the Appearance Association also appeared. There were about 2,000 people. Mu Xuan stood in front of the crowd with a staff. She ran and looked up in my direction, only to find that Zhanlong had been killed in all odds. She frowned and said faintly: "The poor little is here. He was beaten so badly for the Bahuang City, hey, this kid..."
…
Under the east wall of the Purple Maple Fortress, a group of people from Zhanlong stood still. Holding Qin Wangjian, I panted for breath: "Hurry up and recover. There will be a big battle soon. Count how many people are left!"
Yue Qingqian said sadly: "Brother, there are 1200+ people left. In just half an hour, we have lost at least 1500 people. The strength of myth is too strong..."
I looked at everyone and whispered: "Brothers, I have made you wronged. I know that you don't think we have to buy time for Feng Mang and Prague, but... But if we don't do that, it will only lead to the whole situation of the Eight Desolate City. Rout, everything is for the dignity of the players in the Eight Desolate City, I don't want our dignity to be trampled underfoot by those guys in Jiuli City!"
Li Mu nodded: "Well, we all know that the leader, you did the right thing. Even if everyone died, it's worth it. Anyway, we just killed a lot of mythological players..."
Matcha MM looked into the distance with a pair of star eyes: "The myth is so strong. In my impression, this seems to be the first time that Dragon Slash was killed on the frontal battlefield in 30 minutes and fled without his armor and armor..."
I said: "The disparity in the number of people is too big..."
"Yeah." Lin Xiaowu held a longbow: "The number of people in the myth is ten times as many as ours. If you can beat it, you will be hell. What should I do next?"
I looked to the east and said: "Dozens of guilds including Prague, Fengmang, Longxiang, Xiongba Fengyun, etc. have formed a huge defensive formation of at least 10W people. It depends on how Fang Geque intends to break this formation. We cut the dragon. Don't participate in the war first, just wait and see, and if you have a suitable opportunity, you will cover from the flanks to assist the main force of the Eight Desolate City."
"Ok!"
…
A beam of light of dawn penetrated the clouds, and the nearly 2W members of the Myth Guild had already detoured back to the east. Fang Geque raised his arm and said loudly: "Myth, judgment, appearance, famous family, for glory, for all players in Jiuli City The dream of rushing to me, crushing the people in the Eight Desolate City, at least today, they are no longer our friends, but the enemy of the city war!"
"brush!"
The golden daybreak sunlight projected from the horizon, I was shocked again, shit, clever Fang Geque, too know how to use geographical conditions, led the army from the east to cover up, just in the direction of the sun's rays. , It’s hard for the players on the Bahuang City to look directly at them, so how do they countercharge
"Shasha..."
Yanzhao Wushuang squinted his eyes, walked several steps on the deserted sand with his boots, stood in the array, suddenly drew his long sword, and shouted: "Prepare to fight, for the glory of the server in the Eight Desolate City!"
Like Jian Fenghan, he drew out his long sword, and the main force of the Eight Desolate City with nearly 10W people roared and greeted a crucial battle.
…
Ye Lai carried the battle axe and led over 1,000 players from the trial guild, bathing in the rising sun, grinning: "Well, the last battle is over, brothers, how many people are on trial?"
Everyone shouted loudly: "It's more than 1,000, the leader!"
Ye Lai laughed loudly: "All the players in Jiuli City are about to die. What do we want these 1,000 people to do? Let's go, brothers, let the friends in the Eight Desolate City send us the last ride, or we send them the last One ride!"
The trial guild roared and killed, the rumors on the forum were not wrong, Ye Lai was indeed the most fanatical person in the entire Chinese theater, very bloody.
The mythical melee players were also rushing under the leadership of Lu Chunyang and Xuanyuanfeng, and they were instantly shaken with the Bahuang City position!
"Boom boom boom..."
In the fierce impact, the sword blades rushed, blood splashed in the sand, and the magic was flying in the air, like the fangs of a ferocious devil. In the final battle, I don't know how many souls will be destroyed.