Chapter 1200 Death Follows You Like a Shadow

"Fuck, things are getting serious!"

Ran Min held the battle ax and looked up at Qin Ge floating in the air and couldn't help but groan. This woman wearing a nightgown floating in the air couldn't even be hit, let alone anything else.

Thousands of people from Prague led by Yan Zhao Wushuang also rushed over, holding their long swords and saying: "The flying element is taking off, ready to fight Qin Ge, the string of the gods. If we can't kill Yinhuo, how can we not kill Qin Ge?"

"do not……"

I couldn't help shouting, but I couldn't stop others from taking action.

Not far away, a familiar figure appeared. It was Liu Ying, the Overlord of Western Chu. He was guarding the foot of the mountain with thousands of people who dominated the situation. Now seeing so many of us coming, he immediately ordered his men to launch an attack. The young archer has already aimed his bow at Qin Ge in the air. In addition, the remaining players from the Rising Sun Like Blood, Famous Family and other guilds have also launched an attack on the boss.

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"Boss, what should we do?" Xue Rou rode a war horse and looked up at me in the air.

I looked down at her, and then looked ahead. A group of dark Shura riders blocked our retreat. They were blocked under the mountains, leaving us with nowhere to retreat. So I pointed my sword at the group of Shura riders, and I whispered He yelled: "Slay the dragon, charge forward, break out, and count as many people as you can get out. We don't want to kill the boss. All king-level bosses have been strengthened, so they won't be killed so easily!"

"yes!"

I had already leaned down and rushed down. Bei'er took out a breath of dragon breath, and my Wind Slash turned into several sword energy and fell into the crowd of Shura Riders. In the air, Li Mu, Wang Jian, Lin Wan'er and other Dragon Riders worked together to attack, adding more energy. The sharp blades of the 1,000+ Melting God Cavalry on the ground quickly cleared a vacuum zone.

Behind the Shura Cavalry were lamp-carrying ghouls, which was even more difficult. The spirit flower insects raised by the lamp-carrying ghouls flew out one by one, and "bang bang bang" exploded in the formation of the Melting God Iron Cavalry. In the blink of an eye, The damage was over a hundred.

I entered the effect of Thousand Frost Wings, and waved my swords desperately to clear the way, killing the lamp-holding ghouls one by one. Xue Rou, Li Mu, Wang Jian, Ran Min and others also tried their best to deal damage, and all the dragon-slaying players Entering a crazy state, we have only one purpose, to conflict here and try to keep some people out alive.

Behind me, in the distance, the deputy leader of the famous family Lei Li Fengxing looked at me, and couldn't help but taunted loudly: "Slaying the Dragon... Huh, this is the Second Guild in the Chinese War Zone Slaying the Dragon. Instead of killing the boss, he fights with a group of mobs. This Is this kind of guild worthy of entering the Guild Ranking?"

"Damn..." Li Mu couldn't help but turn around and glance coldly at Lei Li Fengxing, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

I knocked away a lamp-carrying ghoul with my sword and said, "Don't pay attention. Charge forward at full speed and detach a part of the Molten God Cavalry to protect the long-range players as they retreat. Be fast!"

Viewed from the air, the figures of the Lantern-holding Corpse Ghost, the Shura Rider, and the Demon Palace Rider formed an ocean. Zhanlong was like a lone boat in this ocean, rising and falling in the huge waves, but it was tenacious and unhurried. Moving forward step by step with difficulty.

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"Cheng..."

A piano sound fell from the air, and the earth on the left was chopped into pieces with a "bang". I felt heartbroken when I saw it. A group of dragon-slaying players, including Yue Qingqian, were all killed instantly. Their health was less than 50%, so how could they survive? At the same time, the bodies of the fallen players sank with the collapsed ground. We didn’t know where they would go. We didn’t have time to pick up the fallen equipment and continue moving forward. This was a failure. Action, what I can do now is to minimize the battle damage. The 3000+ Dragon-Slaying players who are still following me are all our absolute elites. Let them all die in a single explosion and drop their equipment. This is something I cannot bear. loss.

"Keep moving forward and don't look!"

My eyes were red, and I swung my swords quickly to clear the way for everyone among the monsters.

At the same time, players from many guilds far behind were already fighting with Qin Ge, the string of gods. Yan Zhao Wushuang, Wen Jian and others all chose to fight this boss decisively. It was a pity that Qin Ge's music provided them with a The shield is refreshed every time the piano is played, so the output from players is very low.

What I am more worried about is not this, but that Qin Ge's attack is not that simple. She did not choose our densest group of people to attack, but she was using the sound of the piano to cut into pieces of the earth, and the cutting trajectory was around the foot of the mountain. The deep pits are connected together, as if they are wrapping a skirt around the entire Shura Mountain.

In an instant, I seemed to understand something, and immediately spent 5000rmb to make a system call on this map of the Shura Realm——

"Ding!"

System announcement (player shouts freely): Everyone, please retreat quickly. Don’t kill the String of Gods anymore. She is trying to cut off all our escape routes. If we don’t leave now, we will have no chance!

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However, guilds such as Tomb of Heroes, Shinhwa, and Prague are all fighting with Qin Ge. There are not many people who listen to my words. Only Ye Lai asked part of the Judgment troops to follow us and retreat. Even Muxuan still brought Their own people are attacking Qin Ge, and each leader of the alliance has his own judgment. It’s no wonder they are.

At this moment, Qin Ge in the air suddenly screamed, and golden light emanated from her body. Her body suddenly became larger. This time, she really looked like a fairy. The zither floating in front of her made a soft sound, and turned into sharp blades that fell from the sky, "bang bang bang" cutting the ground at the foot of Shura Mountain. Angry flames gushed out from the ground, sucking in many players. There were even a large number of dragon-slaying players who couldn't get out. It was too miserable to watch.

"It's over..."

Lin Wan'er sat on the back of the silver dragon, looking into the distance, and said, "It's all over..."

The next moment, there was a loud "bang" and the entire Shura Mountain seemed to tremble. Li Mu rubbed his eyes and said, "Am I seeing it wrong? Shura Mountain moved..."

I nodded: "I'm not seeing it wrong, it did move, the entire Shura Mountain is sinking!"

Xue Rou took a breath of cold air: "What a terrible strategy, is the alien demon planning to sacrifice the entire Shura Mountain to destroy our elite players in the Chinese theater?"

Lin Xiaowu held the Sun Shooting Bow with a deep shock in his eyes: "It seems that it's right, we have all been tricked, fortunately the boss asked us to retreat in advance, otherwise none of us can get out!"

At this time, there was another series of rumbling sounds, and Shura Mountain slowly sank in the trembling sound, and around the mountain, a series of angry flames rose into the sky, forming a nearly 100-foot flame sky curtain. It's over, now even the flying players may not be able to fly out, Hua Qiang Yi Hu Jiu, Wen Jian, Fang Ge Que and others are still inside!

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“Let’s go!”

I looked around, frowned and said, “There are more and more zombies holding lanterns. If we don’t break out of Shura Forest quickly, we will be buried here together!”

Lin Wan’er looked at the sinking Shura Mountain in the distance with her beautiful eyes, feeling very reluctant. Yes, who can bear to watch fellow players die like this? There are at least hundreds of thousands of our elite players on Shura Mountain, and they are all the strong forces of Tianling City. After they die, they will drop 1 level, and there is a certain chance that equipment will be exploded. This blow is too big!

"Crack..."

The butterfly sword cut open the chest of a lamp-carrying ghost, not giving him the chance to summon corpses. I led everyone to run in the moonlight under the effect of Thousand Frost Wings. At the same time, Xue Rou followed me with a long sword and said, "Boss, we rushed out 1500+ people, not bad..."

"Really not bad?" I felt a little distressed: "When we came, there were 30,000 people..."

Xue Rou smiled slightly, straightened his chest, and said, "Please accept my condolences. It's good to have 1500 elites. We all have equipment dropped by our companions in our bags. Taking these equipment back to Tianling City can also be regarded as an explanation to the brothers who died in the battle."

"Yeah!"

I nodded heavily. Matcha was right. Almost everyone of our 1500 people had at least two or three pieces of equipment in their bags. There were 7 pieces of equipment in my bag, all marked with the names of the droppers. We lost 30,000 people in the battle, and only about 10,000 pieces of equipment were dropped. We took these equipment back to the city, which was enough to make up for the losses of most players.

We continued to kill the lamp-bearing corpse ghosts and maintain our attack lineup. The remaining 500+ Molten God Iron Cavalry rushed forward desperately. Li Mu, Wang Jian, and Lin Wan'er stayed behind to protect Lin Xiaowu, Dongcheng Yue, Xueyu Qianyang, Xing Lie, Lian Po and other long-range players.

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Behind us, Shura Mountain continued to sink, and half of its height had sunk into the ground. The Strings of the Gods played the strings to attack, and shouted in a high-pitched voice like a queen: "Come on, let Purgatory devour your souls, come on, my lovely adventurers, your death in battle will allow Lord Canglan to create a group of fresh martial spirits. Even if you are immortal under the protection of the temple, your souls can provide us with a powerful army. Come on, join Purgatory!"

I couldn't help but stand up when I heard it: "They want to forge new martial spirits with the souls of players?"

Lin Wan'er nodded: "That sounds like it."

Xue Rou stuck out her tongue: "It sounds a bit disgusting. Let's go quickly, don't get caught up, I don't want my soul to be forged into a martial spirit."

"Yeah."

I looked back and found that countless white souls of players who died in battle tried to fly back to Tianling City, but they were all caught by an invisible net and dragged down to Purgatory.

A few minutes later, Li Mu looked back at me with a serious expression and said, "Some of the brothers who died in the battle called me and said that their souls were imprisoned in purgatory. They could not be resurrected in Tianling City and had to wait 24 hours before they could go online."

I nodded: "It seems that Qin Ge's words are not to scare us. Let's go and continue to speed up."

"Okay!"

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Four dragon knights hovered in the air, protecting the 1500+ dragon-slaying team from leaving Shura Forest. In fact, they were killed by the Demon Palace Riders, the Savage Wolf Riders, and the Lamp-holding Corpse Ghosts along the way. We lost 100+ people again. Now there are only about 1400 people, and there are fewer and fewer. We must bring them all back to Tianling City!

Most of the people here have been online for more than 10 hours, but the shame of defeat made everyone not sleepy at all. Under the moonlight, everyone rushed out of Shura Forest, stepped through the outer canyon, and finally arrived at a safer area. The other demons that appeared around were only some low-level demons of level 1-6.

"Hehe..."

The screams of the Sword Spirit Cavalry came from the sky. Death is always around us. We are still not safe.