Three Hundred and Ninetieth IX World Disparity

The two swords were lowered, and I rushed to the front, the devil's hate armor was shining brightly, the blood-stained raider's cloak behind me was flying with dust, and with a flick of my left arm, the seven-star broken mountain slashed and killed in the mythical world. A group of spiritual masters shouted loudly at the same time: "Come with me, if I am killed, you just keep going forward!"

Obviously, in the face of at least 500 high-level spirit masters, I have no certainty of surviving. I will do my best to attack the toughness of their spirit-gathering shields and win the chance to kill the rest of the players in the Dragon Slaying Guild. Chance.

"Hong Honghong..."

A series of fireballs bloomed in front of my chest, the magic hatred effect of the magic hatred armor began to take effect, densely packed MISS flew up one by one, and I was equipped with equipment that added resistance to spiritual magic, and the single attack of these spiritual masters only caused 300 damage to me. The damage of -900 or so is not too fatal. Fushui Nannan is not far behind me, and seven or eight hanging pots are healing together. It is not easy to kill my 8000 blood in an instant.

Flame God Tiger has flaming remnants of armor floating on it, rushing in the crowd, but unfortunately it was killed almost in an instant. Raging Flame God Tiger has long been a frequent visitor to the blacklist of mythical players, and Xuanyuan Feng probably also ordered to lock Lie Yan in the team channel God tiger.

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The little tiger turned into light and flew back to my pet space with a burst of wailing. At the same time, my magic weapon array skills also appeared in the sky above everyone, and at the same time, the seven-star position suddenly turned horizontally. Traveling to the Yuheng position, Qin Wangjian and Han Tiejian slashed alternately, tearing up three spiritual masters and then teleporting again, just jumping at the seven-star position, killing them in less than 30 seconds Dozens of spiritual masters and archers were killed.

"Fuck, I can't catch Xiaoyaozi, what should I do?" a mythical banner officer said with rounded eyes.

Xuanyuan Feng's eyes turned cold, and he immediately locked the 7 blood-red coordinates on the map, and shouted: "According to the information, this is the five volumes of Mohism's unique knowledge, and the seven-star position can only transmit 7 locations. Lock these 7 coordinates for me. Differential bombardment, it's hard not to die freely, immediately!"

In an instant, the firepower network was intertwined, and my qi and blood bottomed out in an instant. I hurriedly backed away and let the pot holders wait for treatment. 7 fixed-position teleportation, no more will be enough, killing a single person is okay, once the 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 one after another, leading the elite heavy armor players who slashed the dragon, holding the sword indifferently and charging all the way. Chest, while killing the opponent, he was also swallowed by the flames. His death also meant that the first-class players of Zhanlong began to lose in battle.

There was a lot of screams. When we attacked the opponent's battle formation, we were almost exchanging our own lives. While the number of people plummeted, the front line continued to cut into the core lineup of Shinhwa. Finally, after we killed many brothers, Xuanyuan Feng The group of long-range players we brought was almost killed by us, and the number of melee players on the Zhanlongfeng line is actually less than a hundred. Including all long-range, support, etc., the total number of players will never exceed 300!

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"kill!"

On the other side, the sound of misty clouds and smoke came, and he was rushing madly with the remaining strength of the soldiers approaching the city. He was fighting desperately, and the skills of the four elephant guardian gods were repeated, killing the players of the mythical main alliance. It's a pity Both sides are exchanging lives, and the number of soldiers approaching the city is decreasing. From the original 1.1 million people, it has been directly consumed to only less than 1,000 people.

The bloody contract is even more bleak, there are not many left, and the total number is only about a hundred people, which is even more bleak than our Dragon Slaying!

"Look!"

I pointed my sword straight ahead, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we are about to kill Shinhwa's main position, continue to attack, consume them to death, and let Shinhwa disappear on the ground fire plain!"

Everyone rushed violently, and I also summoned the Flame God Tiger for the Nth time. I kept rushing forward, my swords danced wildly, and there were countless dead souls under the sword. The whole person seemed to be fished out of blood. Through the crowd, I have already become the first person to kill through the main position of Shinhwa. I raised my sword and wanted to kill the rest of the people who went to kill the dragon.

At this moment, a familiar groan suddenly came from the north. It was the voice of Admiral Bai Qi. His legs were wrapped around frosty tentacles, his chest was full of arrows and magic balls, and his body was torn apart almost instantly. He fell to his knees with a snort, his battle ax lowered, his eyes bloodshot: "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 alliance. Finally, Zhanlong caught his attention.

"Hold!"

Ran Min held his battle axe: "I'm going to cut down Fang Geque!"

I hastily shouted from a distance: "Old K, get the hell out of here, do you want to take your brothers to die!?"

As I said that, I also joined the crowd again, and raised my hand from a distance, the prehistoric world!

"brush!"

The three King Qin swords were intertwined and bombarded in the air with a "clang", Fang Geque stepped back and missed, a pair of clear eyes looked at me from a distance, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Xiaoyaozizi, you are still there, hehe, so strong guy..."

Maybe my existence made Fang Ge Que afraid, so he didn't chase after me. Ran Min, Li Mu and others led 300 people from Zhanlong to fight out of the position one after another, and then the troops came to the city, and the Scarlet Pact broke through the siege. In just one hour In less time, we have already fought from 5,000 people to only 1,500 people, but the myth is not easy, at least we have killed nearly 4,000 people, and the main force has been greatly damaged.

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"Walk!"

With a flick of the sword, I pointed to a high ground in the distance and said, "Let's retreat there and look down on them. If Fang Geque dares to come, we will hold them back. If they dare not come, we will look for new opportunities to attack! "

Piao Miao Yunyan held the long sword: "Well, listen to you!"

1,500 people went straight to the high ground, mainly those who were soldiers approaching the city. They occupied the high ground and overlooked the battlefield, but found that the fire of Jiuli was almost connected. On the battle interface, the difference in the number of people between the two sides began to be huge again——

Jiuli City: 52737 people

Bahuang City: 17,639 people

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Piao Miao Yunyan sat on a boulder looking tired, looked at the blood-stained long sword in her hand, and murmured: "I thought we could win, but I didn't expect the gap to be so big. Do you also feel the horror that makes people feel frightened? Myths are almost not something we can overcome now..."

I nodded: "Well, Shinhwa still has 1W+ main force, but our main force in Bahuang City has been exhausted."

Han Beisong clenched his fists and said, "No, are we just resigned to our fate and watched Fang Geque's arrogant guy take away the defense order of the city? We have so many brothers in Bahuang City fighting until now, not to see a failure result!"

General Li Mu: "Maybe there is still a chance, what we need now is patience."

Wang Jian said: "Yes, there are still 17 hours until the end of the city battle. The Zifeng Fortress has not been completely conquered, and the NPC battle between Bahuang City and Jiuli City has not yet been decided. We still have a chance."

Piao Miao Yunyan said: "Actually, what really makes us invincible are 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 rest, there are nearly 3,000 Jiuli City players guarding us on this high ground, and our stock of potions, equipment durability, cards, etc. is not too much, and it is not suitable for us now." Go down and fight hard."

Yue Qingqian pulled my wrist: "Brother Xiaoyao, look, they seem to be disarmed?"

"oh?"

I looked down the hillside by the moonlight, and a flag officer of Mythology evacuated with nearly 2,000 people, but soon another small guild came and guarded the hillside, still maintaining a number of 3,000 people, so I The corner of his mouth raised: "This is not a disarm, but a switch!"

Song Han looked down the mountain: "Jiuli City intends to use these 3,000 people to trap us?"

I shook my head: "Not necessarily, Fang Geque also knows that these 3,000 people will definitely not be able to trap us, it is probably just to buy some time, what Fang Geque wants to do most now should be to destroy Fengmang, Prague, and Longxiang. Once they are gone, the last hope of Bahuang City will also disappear."

Piao Miao Yunyan chuckled lightly: "I smell killing again."

I laughed: "Let everyone prepare, kill the high ground in 5 minutes, clear out these 3,000 people, and then attack the tail of the myth from the rear to contain them!"

"good!"

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Five minutes later, 1,500 people killed the high ground, and swept the opponent's 3,000 people like a tiger descending the mountain. It only took less than 100 people to wash them with blood. The difference in the combat power of individual players is too great. Our first-class players killed them almost All are lossless.

However, at this moment, news came——

Prague fiasco!

Yanzhao Wushuang died in battle!

All members of Prague had less than 50 people left, and they retreated to the city, relying on the NPC legion of Bahuang City, lingering on their last legs.

Long Xiang was defeated!

Feilong Zaitian, Huaqiang Yiju and others were all killed!

Hero Tomb fiasco!

Cang Cheng died in battle!

The Massacre of Thousands was a fiasco!

Not necessarily Pingfan, Youyou, Bai Moyan and others all died in battle!

Under Shinhwa's main force's attack, Feng Mang suffered a disastrous defeat!

The remaining less than 200 people were left in a state of embarrassment and wandered towards the south of the fortress, unable to fight any more.

A cruel fact is before us, the 10W coalition forces in Bahuang City were directly washed away by the blood of the mythical 2W people, and the main force was almost wiped out.

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Seeing the data messages appearing on the interface, I gritted my teeth and clenched my iron fist: "How could this be... How can our people be so vulnerable?"

Li Mu patted me on the shoulder: "It's Fang Geque who is too strong, it has nothing to do with our strength..."