The two swords were hanging down, and I rushed forward, the armor of Demon Hat was glowing with a translucent luster, and the blood-stained war predator cloak flew up with dust and sand behind him. The left arm shrank, and the seven-star broken Yue slashed in the myth. A group of psychic team members shouted at the same time: "Come with me, if I get killed, you just continue to rush forward!"
Obviously, in the face of at least 500 senior spiritualists, I have no guarantee of surviving at all. I will try my best to fight their spirit gathering shield toughness and win the kill for the rest of the Dragon Slashing Guild players. Chance.
"Hong Hong Hong..."
Fireballs bloomed in front of my chest, and the hate effect of the hate armor began to take place. A densely packed MISS flew up, and I was equipped with spiritual resistance equipment. The single attack of these spiritualists caused me only 300. The damage of -900 up and down is not too fatal. The Nunshui Nuns are not far behind me, and seven or eight hanging pots are healed together. It is not easy to kill my 8000 blood and blood in an instant.
Flame armor appeared on the flame god tiger, rushing in the crowd, but was killed in an instant. The flame god tiger had long been a regular blacklist of mythological players. Xuanyuan Feng probably also ordered the lock on the flame in the team channel. It's so awesome.
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The little tiger turned into light in a wailing sound and flew back to my pet space. At the same time, my magical formation skills also appeared in the sky above everyone. At the same time, the seven-star position suddenly crossed. I had already started the teleportation, shaking the light position After crossing to the position of Yuheng, the King Qin sword and the cold iron sword staggered and chopped continuously. After tearing up the three spiritualists, they immediately teleported again. They jumped at the position of the seven stars, and they were killed in less than 30 seconds. There were dozens of psychics and archers.
"Wipe, I can't catch Xiaoyao, what should I do?" A mythical banner officer said with wide eyes.
Xuanyuanfeng's eyes were cold, and he immediately locked the 7 blood-red coordinates on the map, and shouted loudly, "According to the data, this is the Mohist's five-volume knack, and the seven-star position can only transmit 7 locations. Lock this 7 coordinates for me. Differential bombardment, it's hard to think about not dying at ease, right away!"
In an instant, the firepower web was intertwined, and my vitality instantly bottomed out. I hurriedly backed up to let the Fushui Nuns and other hanging pots heal. Xuanyuanfeng is a smart player who easily understood the weakness of the seven-star position. That’s right, only in There are 7 fixed locations for teleportation. No matter how much it is, it's okay to kill a single person. Once a group battle is seen through, it will be difficult to use the tactics.
On the front line, Ran Min, Li Mu, Wang Jian and others rushed forward, carrying the elite heavy armored players of Dragon Slashing, holding the sword all the way indifferently, and the sharp sword pierced the spirit of a spiritualist. In his chest, while killing the opponent, he was also swallowed by flames. His death also meant that the first-class players of Dragon Slash also began to continue to lose in battle.
The screams were repeated. When we attacked the opponent's battlefield, almost we were changing our lives. While the number of people plummeted, the striker continued to cut into the core lineup of the myth. Finally, after we lost many brothers in battle, Xuanyuan Feng Office The group of long-range players we brought was almost killed by us, and the melee players on the Dragon Slashing Frontline actually had fewer than a hundred players, plus all the long-range, auxiliary, etc., the total number will never exceed 300!
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"kill!"
On the other side, a misty and misty voice came. He was rushing wildly with the remaining strength of the soldiers facing the city. A completely desperate way of playing, the skills of the guardian gods of the four elephants appeared one after another, and the players of the mythical main alliance were screaming miserably. Both sides are exchanging lives, and the number of people coming to the city is getting fewer and fewer, from the original 1.1W people directly consumed to a mere less than 1,000 people.
The Scarlet Contract was even more bleak, with very few left, and about a total of only a hundred people, even more bleak than our Dragon Slashing!
"Look!"
My sword pointed straight ahead and shouted: "Brothers, we are about to kill the main battlefield of the myth, continue to attack, consume them, and let the myth disappear on the plain of earth and fire!"
Everyone rushed fiercely, and I also summoned the blazing tiger for the Nth time, and kept advancing, the two swords danced wildly, there were countless souls under the sword, and the whole person was like fished out of blood. Seeing through the crowd, I have become the first person to break through the main battlefield of the myth. Lifting the sword wants to go back and kill the rest of the people who are going to catch the dragon.
At this moment, suddenly there was a familiar sorrow from the north. It was the admiral’s white voice. His legs were wrapped with frost tentacles, his chest was full of arrows and magic balls, and his body was torn to pieces almost instantly. He knelt on the ground with a snort, his battle axe drooped and his eyes were blood red: "MLGB, it's you again, Fang Geque..."
It was Fang Geque's Spiral Ice Dance that killed him. In addition, Fang Geque also brought at least 3,000 elite members of the main league. Finally, Zhanlong attracted his attention.
"Hold!"
Ran Min held his battle axe: "I'm going to cut off Fang Geque!"
I hurriedly drank from a distance: "Old K, get me back, do you want to take the brothers to death!?"
With that said, I also re-entered the crowd, a hand far away, the prehistoric world!
"brush!"
The three swords of Qin Kings intertwined with a "knock" bombardment in the air, Fang Geque stepped back several steps MISS away, a pair of clear eyes looked at me from a distance, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Happy and comfortable, you are still here, hey, so strong Guy..."
Perhaps my presence made Fang Geque a little jealous, so he didn’t chase him down. Ran Min, Li Mu and others led the 300 dragon-slashing people out of the battlefield, and then they approached the city and the bloody contract smashed through the siege in just one hour. Before that, we will have gone from 5,000 people to only 1,500 people, but the myth is not good, at least nearly 4,000 people have been killed by us, and the main force has been severely damaged.
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"go!"
With a flash of the sword, I pointed straight at a high ground in the distance and said: "We retreat there, condescending, if Fang Geque dares to come, we will contain them, and if we dare not come, we will look for new attack opportunities! "
Misty Yunyan held the long sword: "Well, listen to you!"
1,500 people went straight to the high ground, mainly people who were close to the city, occupying the high ground, overlooking the battlefield, only to find that the fire of Jiuli was almost one piece. On the other hand, our blood-killing eight-horse emblems were not much left. On the battle interface, the contrast between the numbers of the two sides has begun to differ greatly—
Jiuli City: 52,737 people, Bahuang City: 17,639 people...
Misty Yunyan was slightly tired sitting on a boulder, looking at the blood-stained long sword in his hand, and muttered: "I thought we could win, but I didn't expect that the gap would really be so big. Happy, when fighting against myths, Do you also feel the horror that makes people feel terrible? Myths are hardly what we can overcome now..."
I nodded: "Well, there is still a 1W+ main force in Mythology, but the main force of our Eight Desolate City has been exhausted."
Hanbei Song clenched a fist and said: "No, did we just admit our fate and watched Fang Geque's arrogant guy take the fortress defensive order? We have so many brothers in the Eight Desolate City fight now, not to see a failure result!"
Admiral Li Mu: "Perhaps there is still a chance. What we need now is patience."
Wang Jian said: "Yes, there are still 17 hours before the end of the city battle. Zifeng Fortress has not been completely conquered, and the NPC battle between the Eight Desolate City and the Jiuli City has not been determined. We still have a chance."
Misty Yunyan said: "Actually, what really prevents us from defeating is the mythical 1W+ people. If we can destroy them, maybe... Maybe the remaining 4W Jiuli City players are just cannon fodder."
I took a deep breath: "Everyone, take a short break. There are nearly 3,000 players from Jiuli City guarding us in this high ground. Our potions, equipment durability, cards, etc. are not too much in stock, and it is not suitable now. Go down and fight hard."
Yue Qingqian pulled my wrist: "Look, Brother Xiaoyao, they seem to be disarmed?"
"Oh?"
I looked down the hillside through the moonlight. A lieutenant of the mythical flag carried nearly 2,000 people and evacuated, but soon another small guild came and guarded the hillside, still maintaining the number of 3,000 people, so I The corner of his mouth raised: "This is not to disarm, but to change!"
Song Han looked at the foot of the mountain: "Is Jiuli City planning to use these 3,000 people to trap us?"
I shook my head: "Not necessarily. Fang Geque knew that these 3,000 people would definitely not be able to trap us. It was just about buying time. What Fang Geque wants to do most now is to eliminate Feng Mang, Prague and Long Xiang. Yes, they will disappear, and the last hope of the Eight Desolate City will also disappear."
Misty Yunyan chuckles: "I can smell the killing again."
I laughed and said, "Let everyone prepare, kill the high ground in 5 minutes, clean up these 3,000 people, and then attack the tail of Mythology from the rear to contain them!"
"good!"
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Five minutes later, 1,500 people killed the high ground, and the tiger swept down the opponent’s 3,000 people. It only took less than 100 people to wash them. The disparity in the combat power of the players was too great. Our first-class players almost killed them. All are lossless.
However, at this moment, news came—
Prague fiasco!
Yan Zhao Wushuang died in battle!
There were only less than 50 members left in Prague, and they retreated to the city, lingering and panting according to the NPC army in the Eight Desolate City.
Long Xiang was defeated!
Flying dragon in the sky, Hua Qian Yi Ju and others were all killed in battle!
Heroic Mound is defeated!
Cang Cheng died in battle!
Thousands of people's grave defeated!
Not necessarily ordinary, cruising, Bai Moyan and others all died in battle!
Under the main attack of Mythology, the edge was just as miserable!
With less than 200 people left, they cruised to the south of the fort in an embarrassing manner, unable to fight anymore.
A cruel fact lay before us. The 10W coalition forces in the Eight Desolate City were directly washed out by the blood of the Myth 2W people, and the main force was almost killed. Speaking of which, the soldiers are now in a completely offended guild.
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Seeing a piece of data message appearing on the interface, I gritted my teeth and clenched my iron fist: "How can this be... How can our people be so vulnerable?"
Li Mu patted me on the shoulder: "Fang Geque is too strong, it has nothing to do with our strength..."