Three Hundred and Ninety Seventh Chapter: Zhan Yelai

"Keng..."

The sound of the sword blade shaking the shield reverberated endlessly. Lu Chunyang slashed hard, and goodbye was tears. He took a few steps back with the shield, and slid out a deep footwell in the barren sand. One blow, goodbye is tears but raised his head, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Lu Chunyang, is this the only thing you can do? If you kill me, I will recognize you as my father!"

Lu Chunyang's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he didn't speak. He swung the long sword in his hand, and his body sank and continued to attack. On the shield of tears, no matter how strong the ascetic monk's defensive power is, his blood has dropped to less than half.

"What are you waiting for? Get rid of him!" Goodbye also roared angrily.

Holding his staff in his arms, Bei Bei laughed and said, "It's okay, let Lu Chunyang charge, and I'll point you to recognize him as your father!"

Qiuqiu, who is not stupid, also held the shield, and laughed loudly: "Yeah, you are so lucky, you are going to recognize someone as your father..."

Goodbye Yilei raised his hand to attack Lu Chunyang's shoulder with a long knife, and said with a sneer: "It doesn't matter, if you recognize him as your father, you will be your father. Don't forget the two of you, the three of us are good brothers. He is my father and you too." father!"

Qiuqiu's body trembled: "Hold a grass, on the North Pole, we and Lu Chunyang will either die today, or we will live!"

When Bei Bei raised his hand, it was a magic burst. Lu Chunyang's blood immediately dropped below 50%. After a few meters, he turned over and stood up, holding the blade of his sword and trying to escape, raising his sword eyebrows: "Feng Mang, you three, you wait, I will come to take your heads sooner or later!"

Goodbye is also tears patting the bald forehead, fighting spirit is high: "You fucking come, don't come and hack me to death, I look down on you!"

"Papa..."

Before he finished speaking, seven or eight arrows were stabbed on his clean forehead. In the distance, two mythical archers held long bows, with surprised expressions on their faces: "This bald donkey's defense is so high, you can't even shoot it to death..."

Goodbye is also tearing back with a long knife in hand, his face pale: "Brothers, I was injured..."

Qiuqiu's eyes were bloodshot: "Brother, don't die, you are dead, how should I take care of my siblings..."

Goodbye is also tears and eyes wide open: "Fuck peat, what I said to you, I have to practice it will not break the golden body and will never die!"

Qiuqiu is not stupid: "..."

...

Jianfeng Hanqing slashed and killed more than a dozen mythical players in a row, and raised his hand to instantly kill an archer with the Blade of Greedy Wolf. He frowned and shouted in a low voice: "The North Pole, the ball, and the tears, you three scumbags! Don't be cute anymore, speed up the array, the impact of the myth is too violent, command the camp to get close to Prague, and fight side by side with them, otherwise it will not be enough to resist the myth. In addition, order our wind elf spirit masters, musketeers, and archers Fly up and attack Shinhwa three-dimensionally in the air, killing them to the greatest extent, Shinhwa's long sword is too sharp, and if you keep defending, you will only suffer until you die, you must counterattack!"

Bei Bei nodded: "Understood, leader, don't worry, the future of Feng Mang will be taken care of by our third brother..."

The corner of Jian Fenghan's mouth twitched: "This makes me feel at ease... Cough cough, forget it, you all work hard..."

On the other side, the depraved wolf charged into the crowd with his battle ax and roared purplely: "Brothers of sharpness, fight back, tear up the array of myths, smash this myth of the online game world, sharpness will never lose to them , will never lose to Fang Geque!"

Before he finished speaking, a spiral ice crystal suddenly rose from the bottom of his feet, directly bound the fallen wolf, and was imprisoned for 2 seconds. It was Fang Geque's spiral ice dance. At some time, Fang Geque was already in the crowd Arriving at the front line under the cover of the enemy, a spiral ice dance locked on the fallen wolf, and gave an order: "Kill him!"

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A series of cold arrows locked on the attack, and immediately there was a burst of blood splattering, the body of the fallen wolf trembled violently, and was shot into a hedgehog almost instantly, slowly knelt down on the ground, and the battle ax in his hand exploded A pair of eyes widened: "Fang Geque of peat..."

As soon as the fallen wolf died, Floating Life Wanren immediately took up his position. Holding the steel shield, he swept across with his long knife and killed three mythical swordsmen with residual blood. He roared: "Healer locks me, we must defend this point, The rest of the swordsmen charge forward and confront them, they will never lose to Shinhwa, let their arrogance go to hell!"

Fang Geque's clear eyes were slightly cold, and the fan lingering in flames waved lightly, and said: "Three-dimensional attack, kill him in seconds, no matter how much energy and blood he has, he will die, listen to my order!"

The next moment, the arrow light danced, and at least 20+ seven-star arrows locked on the Floating Thousand Blades, and he was stunned. Fang Geque raised his arms, and the spiritual energy around him danced wildly. The movement, the ice and fire storm raged out together, and the blood that was floating in the air suddenly fell away——

"3717!"

"4102!"

"3882!"

The frighteningly high damage figure, but still did not instantly kill the opponent. Too many people are healing Fusheng Wanren, and the total qi and blood of Fusheng Wanren has already exceeded 10,000, and there is still about 10% of the qi and blood left. Fly up.

"Go away!"

Roaring from the side, a ferocious warrior with a battle ax rushed over, with the emblem of the leader of the trial on his shoulder, under the effect of the Pride Calamity, the battle ax swung horizontally, and the Holy Flame Slash + Divine Weapon Break fell on the ground together. On the shoulder of Fusheng Wanren, he shouted angrily: "Death!"

"6468!"

"8984!"

With two fatal blows in a row, Ye Lai's attack is not as fierce as usual. The interval between the two attacks will not exceed 0.1 seconds, and the opponent's second-in-second healing can't keep up. On the ground, with an unbelievable look in his eyes: "This...how is this possible, what kind of attack power is this..."

Ye Lai didn't retreat after killing Floating Life Thousand Blades, and blasted into the crowd with his battle ax in his hand. With five fingers, he created another whirlwind of flames, strangled dozens of sharp players, and the flame phoenix on his shoulder continued to cast spells and burn , followed by hundreds of trial melee players, as if the battle situation was coming, they were so forced that they could only shrink their formation.

...

"boom!"

Jian Fenghan's Poyun Zhan landed in the crowd of mythical players, killed seven or eight people, pulled away and quickly retreated, and shouted angrily: "Come on, click Kill Yelai with me, kill him!"

Ye Lai held his battle ax and laughed loudly: "How can I be afraid of you?"

The tomahawk and the sharp arrow dragged a gorgeous trajectory in the air. After a "clang" collision, Jian Fenghan and Ye Lai each retreated a few steps in a row. The strength values ​​of the two were almost the same. The sharp blade blasted away 3000+ blood of the opponent, and Ye Laize's Shengyan slash caused Jian Fenghan to retreat continuously. There was no skill in the chaotic battle, and there was only strength.

"Leader!" A team leader of the trial gritted his teeth: "Retreat, there are too many sharp players here! Thousands of arrows are fired, no one can stand it..."

Ye Lai's chest was full of arrows, and his brows were furrowed: "Well, retreat, the hero does not suffer from immediate losses, we have done our best to help Shinhwa! Come on, follow me to kill the people of the Bloody Covenant, and do the Ode to the Cold Stele first!" Let's talk!"

"good!"

...

"Clang!"

My King Qin sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and I shouted in a low voice: "Brothers, it's time for us to act!"

Li Mu excitedly said, "Who will strike first? Mythology, or the Appearance Association?"

I shook my head, looked at Ye Lai, who was rushing back and forth in the crowd, and said: "Kill Ye Lai first, this guy is too strong, if you let him go down like this, our masters in Bahuang City will be killed. Yes, Xiao Wu and Qing Qian will cooperate with me, and we will try to kill Ye Lai in an instant!"

"How to kill, Ye Lai's operation and awareness are not so strong, he won't let our long-distance approach close... Once close, we may be the ones who die..." Lin Xiaowu was a little worried.

I nodded: "Well, I know, I will retreat a certain distance when I confront Ye Lai in a while, and watch your attack distance. I am now level 75, and Ye Lai is level 74, one level higher than him. Grab him directly, after the magic arm captures the dragon for at least 1 second of freezing time, he can't escape, just take advantage of the situation and kill him!"

"okay!"

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The 1200+ people with Zhanlong rushed over, and Ye Lai saw me from a distance, and laughed loudly: "Master Zizai, are you finally here?"

I raised Qin Wangjian and said loudly: "Ye Lai, let's die!"

"Okay, that's exactly what I mean!"

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Ye Lai rushed to kill with hundreds of remaining players of the trial, but this group of ragged guys possessed super explosive power. Everyone knew this, and I also knew that Ye Lai's purpose was very simple. Killing me before the entire army is destroyed is equivalent to eradicating a terrible opponent for Jiuli City who is vying for the defense order of the city, and I know that I have to go, because I also want to kill Ye Lai, although I am a friend, They cannot coexist in this war!

"flood!"

With the blessing of the flame effect, Ye Lai's battle ax was filled with terrible flames, leading a group of players to charge straight, and jumped up with a loud shout. Almost all escape routes were blocked.

Han Tiejian swung across, block!

"Clang!"

The sparks splashed and I barely blocked it. I took about 20% of the damage. I took two steps back and hurriedly shielded the red dragon. There were two "pops" on my chest. I was stunned by the Seven Star Arrow. Ye Lai yelled loudly. Bingpo and Shaking Sky fell together, the palms were opened, and the flame wind almost exploded at the same time. Several consecutive moves exploded at the fastest speed. At the same time, two swordsmen moved sideways and flew over. Golden hexagram, combo effect!

In the guild channel, I shouted in a low voice: "Heal, hurry up!"

Fu Shui Nannan and other pot hangers were already in quick rescue, but my qi and blood dropped very fast, and quickly dropped to about 20%. When I was dying, the combo of two swordsmen from the other side came, and I felt a chill in my heart. Is this the end?

Behind him, a beautiful figure trembled slightly, the guardian skill of Matcha MM!

"Papa..."

All the attack effects of the combo fell aside, and Matcha suffered a lot of damage for me!

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