The two swords are drooping, I rushed to the forefront, and the magic hate was full of translucent luster. The sergeant's cloak with bloodstains fluttered with dust and sand. The left arm was smashed, and the seven-star broken Yuelu was killed in myth. A group of wizards shouted at the same time: "Come with me, if I am killed, you will continue to rush forward!"

Obviously, in the face of at least 500 senior wizards, I have no grasp of surviving, and do my best to combat their resilience of the Spiritual Shield and fight for the rest of the players of the Dragon guild. opportunity.

"Hong Honghong..."

A fireball blooms on the chest, and the magical hate effect of the magic hate begins to attack. A dense MISS flies up, and I am equipped with a spirit-resistant equipment. These single-person attacks are also caused by me. The damage of -900 up and down is not too fatal. The drowning is not far behind me. Seven or eight hanging pots are treated together. It is not easy to kill my 8000 blood in an instant.

Flames and tigers appear on the flames of the tiger, and they rushed into the crowd. Unfortunately, they were killed in almost a moment. The flame tiger has long been a blacklist of myth players. Xuanyuan Feng probably also ordered the flames in the team channel. God is gone.

......

The little tiger turned into a ray of light and flew back to my pet space. At the same time, my **** corps skills also appeared in the sky, and the seven stars suddenly swayed. I have already launched the transmission, shaking the light. Crossing to the jade balance, Qin Wangjian and Han Tiejian successively staggered and slashed, and then shredded the three sorcerers and then transmitted them again. Then they jumped on the seven-star position and killed in less than 30 seconds. Dozens of wizards and archers.

"Scratch, can't capture the freedom, what should I do?" A mythical flag is round and round.

Xuanyuan Feng eyes a cold, immediately locked the seven blood red coordinates on the map, shouted: "According to the information, this is the five-volume school of the Mohist, the seven stars can only transmit 7 positions, give me the lock of this 7 coordinates. Different bombardment, it’s hard to think freely, right away!”

For a moment, the firepower network interweaves, my blood is instantly bottomed out, and I hurried back to let the squatting pots and other hanging pots be treated. Xuanyuan Feng is a clever player, and it is easy to understand the weakness of the seven-star position. Yes, it can only be 7 fixed positions are transmitted, no more can be done, killing a single person is okay, once the group war is recognized, it is difficult to display.

On the front line, 冉闵, Li Mu, Wang Hao and others rushed forward, with the dragon's elite heavy-armed players, a touch of sorrow with the sword, and the sword sent through a wizard. Chest, killing each other while being swallowed by the flames, his death, also means that the first-class players of the dragon also began to fight.

The screams screamed again and again. When we attacked the other side of the battlefield, almost ourselves were changing their lives. The number of people plummeted, and the front line continued to cut into the core lineup of myth. Finally, after we killed many brothers, Xuanyuan Maple The group of remote players brought by us is almost killed by us, and the melee players on the dragon and dragon front line have already lost less than 100 people. With all the remote and auxiliary, the total number of players is no more than 300!

......

"kill!"

On the other side, the sound of the ethereal clouds and smokes, he is madly rushing with the remaining strength of the soldiers under the city, completely fighting the play, the skills of the four elephants guarding the gods, killing the players of the mythical alliance, but unfortunately, unfortunately Both sides are exchanging life, and the number of people who are under the city is becoming less and less. From the original 1.1W people directly consumed to less than 1,000 people.

The blood contract is even more bleak, and there are only a few left. The total number of people is only a hundred people, and it is even more bleak than our dragon!

"Look!"

My sword pointed straight ahead and shouted: "Brothers, we are about to kill the main position of the myth, continue to attack, consume them, let the myth disappear into the plains of the earth!"

Everyone violently shocked, and I also summoned the flames and tigers for the Nth time. They continued to rush, and the swords danced indiscriminately. There were countless souls under the sword. The whole person was like a fish from the blood, and the seven-star broken Yuelu swayed and killed. Through the crowd, I have become the first person to kill the main position of the myth, and the sword wants to go back to the rest of the people who are supporting the dragon.

At this moment, suddenly there was a familiar misery in the north. It was the voice of the general. His legs were wrapped around the frosty tentacles. The chest was full of arrows and magic balls. The body was shredded almost instantly. He slammed to the ground, the tomahawk drooped, his eyes blood red: "MLGB, it is you, Fang song 阙..."

It was Fang Songyu’s spiral ice dance that killed him. In addition, Fang Gezhen also brought at least 3,000 people to the elite, and finally, Xiaolong caught his attention.

"Fuck!"

冉闵 着 着 : : : : : : : : : : : : : :!

I rushed to drink far away: "Old K, bring me back, do you want to send the brothers to die??"

Said, I also re-entered the crowd, a long hand, the wilderness!

"brush!"

The three-handed Qin Wangjian intertwined with "铿" and slammed into the air. Fang Geyu continued to step back a few steps of MISS. A pair of clear scorpions looked at me from afar, and his mouth was raised: "Happy, you are still, oh, good. Guy..."

Perhaps my existence has made Fang Ge’s taboo, and there is no killing. The 300 people who took the dragon and the dragon and the other people have smashed their positions, and then they took the soldiers down to the city and the **** contract to kill the enemy. In just one hour. Less than that, we have already smashed from 5,000 people to only 1,500 people, but the myth is also not good. At least we have slashed nearly 4,000 people, and the main force has been greatly damaged.

......

"go!"

As soon as the blade swayed, I pointed straight at a highland in the distance and said, "We will go there and be condescending. When the songs are dare to come, we will hold them back. If we dare not come, we will find new opportunities for attack! ”

The ethereal cloud smoke carries a long sword: "Well, listen to you!"

1,500 people went straight to the highlands, mainly people under the city, occupying the high ground, overlooking the battlefield, but found that the fire of Jiuli is almost in one piece. In contrast, our **** killings are not much left. At the war interface, the number of people on both sides began to differ greatly -

Jiuli City: 52,737 people

Eight Desert City: 17639 people

......

The ethereal cloud smoked a little tired and sat on a boulder, looking at the **** long sword in his hand, muttering: "I thought we could win, but did not expect that the gap would be so big, happy, when fighting myth, Do you also feel the terrible fear of fear? The myth is almost impossible for us to overcome now..."

I nodded: "Well, myth has 1W main force, but the main force of our eight deserted city has been exhausted."

Hanbei 颂 颂 : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 : : : 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒 寒result!"

Admiral Li Mu: "There may be opportunities, what we need now is patience."

Wang Shudao said: "Yeah, there are still 17 hours from the end of the city war. The Zifeng Fortress has not been completely conquered. The NPC battles in the Eight Desert City and Jiuli City have not won the game. We still have a chance."

The ethereal cloud flue: "In fact, the one who really can't beat us is the mythical 1W people. If they can kill them, maybe... maybe the remaining 4W Jiuli City players are just cannon fodder."

I took a deep breath: "Everyone took a short break. This high-altitude and nearly 3,000 Jiuli City players are watching us. Our syrup, equipment durability, cards and other stocks are not too much. Now it is not suitable. Go on hard."

The moon tilted and pulled my wrist: "Look at your brother, they seem to be disarmed?"

"Oh?"

I looked at the hillside through the moonlight, and a flag of mythology with nearly 2,000 people evacuated, but soon came a small guild, kept under the hillside, still maintaining the number of 3,000 people, so I The corner of the mouth is raised: "This is not disarming, but changing the defense!"

Song Han looked at the mountain: "Jiu Licheng intends to use these 3,000 people to trap us?"

I shook my head: "Not necessarily, Fang Ge阙 also knows that these 3,000 people will not be able to trap us. It’s just about fighting for time. The most wanted thing for Fang Geyu now is to kill the front and the lines of Prague and Longxiang. Yes, when they are gone, the last hope of the Eight Deserts will disappear."

The ethereal cloud smokes and laughs: "I smell the killing."

I laughed happily: "Let everyone prepare, kill the highlands after 5 minutes, clean up the 3,000 people, then attack the mythical tail from the rear and hold them back!"

"it is good!"

......

Five minutes later, 1,500 people killed the highlands, and the tigers swept the other 3,000 people down the mountain. They only washed less than 100 people and washed them. The disparity of the player's individual combat power is too great. Our first-class players kill them almost. It is all lossless.

However, at this time, the news came -

Prague fiasco!

Yanzhao warriors die!

All members of Prague have less than 50 members left, and they have retreated to the city, relying on the NPC army of the Eight Deserts.

Long Xiang fiasco!

Feilong in the sky, a gun and a pot of wine and other people are killed!

The hero is defeated!

Cangcheng is dead!

Thousands of people are defeated!

Not necessarily ordinary, leisure, white ink and other people are all killed!

Under the main attack of mythology, the edge is as fierce!

The remaining less than 200 people were swept to the south of the fortress and could no longer fight.

A cruel fact is placed before us. The 10W coalition of the Eight Deserted City was directly washed away by the mythical 2W human blood. The main force was almost killed. It is said that the soldiers have now condemned the complete guild.

......

Looking at a piece of data message on the interface, I gritted my teeth and clenched the iron fist: "How could this be... How can our people be so vulnerable?"

Li Mu patted me on the shoulder: "It’s a party song that is too strong, not related to our strength..."