The two swords hang down, and I rushed to the front. The magic hatred armor shone with a translucent luster. The blood-stained war cloak flew up with dust and sand. The left arm stormed, and the Seven-Star Broken Yue Slash was killed in the team of mythical spiritualists. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Go with me, if I am killed, you can continue to rush forward!"

Obviously, facing at least 500 high-level spiritists, I had no confidence in surviving. I did my best to attack their spirit-gathering shield resilience and gained a chance to kill for the rest of the Dragon Slaying Guild.

“Honghonghong…”

Fireballs bloomed in front of my chest, and the demon hatred effect of the Demon Hate Armor began to occur. A dense MISS flew up one by one, and I was equipped with spiritual resistance. These spiritualists had only one single attack to cause me damage of about 300-900, which was not too fatal. Fushui Nannan was not far behind me, and seven or eight pot-hanging people were treated together. It was not easy to kill my 8,000th qi and blood in an instant.

Flame armor appeared on the body of the Flame God Tiger, rushing into the crowd, but unfortunately it was killed in an instant. The Flame God Tiger has long become a regular blacklist for myth players. Xuanyuan Feng probably ordered the lockdown of the Flame God Tiger in the team channel.

...

The little tiger turned into light and flew back to my pet space with a wail. At the same time, my magic weapon formation skills also appeared above everyone. At the same time, the seven-star position suddenly crossed. I had already launched the teleportation, and the Yaoguang position traveled to Yuheng position, the Qin King Sword and the Cold Iron Sword slashed continuously. After tearing the three spirit magicians apart, they immediately teleported again. They jumped in the seven-star position, killing dozens of spirit magicians and archers in less than 30 seconds.

"Damn, I can't capture Xiaoyao and freely, what should I do?" A mythical flag lieutenant said with wide eyes.

Xuanyuan Feng's eyes turned cold, and he immediately locked the seven blood-red coordinates on the map and shouted loudly: "According to the information, this is the unique skill of the Mohist family's five volumes. The seven-star position can only transmit 7 positions. Lock these seven coordinates for me without any difference. It's hard for Xiaoyao to think about it, immediately!"

In an instant, the firepower network was intertwined, and my qi and blood were suddenly bottomed out. I hurriedly retreated and let Fushui Nannan and other hanging pots be treated. Xuanyuan Feng is a smart player and easily understands the weaknesses of the seven-star position. Yes, he can only teleport at 7 fixed positions. No matter how many, it won't work. Killing single players is OK. Once the group battle is discovered, it will be difficult to perform.

On the front line, Ran Min, Li Mu, Wang Jian and others rushed forward one after another. The elite heavy armored players who were slashing dragons indifferently carried the battle sword and rushed forward. The sharp sword passed through the chest of a spiritist. While killing the opponent, he was also swallowed by the flames. His death also means that the first-class players who were slashing dragons also began to continue to lose battles.

Screams were heard all the time. When we attacked the opponent's battle formation, we almost exchanged our lives for our lives. While the number of people plummeted, the front line continued to enter the core lineup of the myth. Finally, after we killed many brothers, a group of long-range players brought by Xuanyuan Feng was almost killed by us. The melee players on the Dragon Sword Front line were less than 100. With all the long-range, auxiliary, etc., the total number of people was no more than 300!

...

"kill!"

On the other side, the voice of the misty clouds came to fight. He was rushing wildly with his remaining strength under the city, completely fighting hard. The skills of the Four Symbol Guardians came out one after another, killing players of the Mythology League blew repeatedly. Unfortunately, both sides were exchanging lives, and fewer and fewer people under the city were at the city. From the 1.1W person at the beginning, they consumed less than 1,000 people.

The blood-colored contract is even more desolate, with few remaining people, and the total number is only a hundred, which is even more bleaker than our Dragon Slaying!

"Look!"

My sword tip pointed straight ahead and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we are about to kill the main position of the myth. Keep attacking, exhausting them, and let the myth disappear on the earth fire plain!"

Everyone rushed violently, and I summoned the flame god tiger for the Nth time, constantly rushing forward, and the two swords danced randomly. There were countless dead souls under the sword, and it was like they were fished out of blood. The Seven-Star Broken Mountain Slash was swung out and killed the crowd. I have become the first person to kill through the main position of the Myth, and I want to kill back and catch the rest of the people who killed the dragon.

At this moment, a familiar groan came from the north, which was the voice of General Bai Qi. His legs were wrapped around the frost tentacles, his chest was covered with arrows and magic balls, and his body was torn to pieces almost instantly. He knelt on the ground with a muffled groan, his battle axe lowered, and his eyes were blood red: "MLGB, it's you again, Fang Geque..."

It was Fang Geque's spiral ice breeze that killed him. In addition, Fang Geque also brought at least 3,000 elite troops in the main alliance. Finally, the dragon-killing attack attracted his attention.

"Hold!"

Ran Min held the battle axe and said, "I'll cut off Fang Geque!"

I hurriedly shouted: "Old K, get back to me. Do you want to take your brothers to die??"

As I said that, I also broke into the crowd again, and I opened my hand from afar, the prehistoric world!

"brush!"

Three Qin King swords intertwined and "kneel" bombarded the air. Fang Geque took several steps back and MISS fell. His clear eyes looked at me from afar, and the corner of his mouth raised: "Xiaoyaoyi, you are still here, hehe, what a strong guy..."

Perhaps my existence made Fang Geque afraid, so he did not chase after him. Ran Min, Li Mu and others led the 300 dragon-slaying people to break out of the position, and then came to the city to kill the siege. In just under an hour, we had fought from 5,000 people to only 1,500 people, but the myth was not easy. At least nearly 4,000 people were killed by us, and the main force had suffered a major loss.

...

"Walk!"

The sword blade shook, and I pointed directly at a high ground in the distance and said, "We retreated there and came down from a high place. If Fang Geque dared to come, we would restrain them and not come. We would look for new opportunities to attack!"

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

1,500 people headed straight to the high ground, mainly those who were under the city, occupying the high ground, overlooking the battlefield, but found that the fire of Jiuli was almost connected. On the other hand, there was not much left in our blood-killing Eight Desolations. On the interface of the city war, the number of people on both sides began to be huge again-

Jiuli City: 52,737 people

Bahuang City: 17,639 people

...

Piaomiao Yunyan sat on a huge rock with a little tired look, looking at the blood-stained sword in his hand, and murmured: "I thought we could win, but I didn't expect the gap to be so big. Xiaoyao. When fighting against the myth, do you also feel that terrifying that makes people feel scared? Myths are almost impossible to defeat now..."

I nodded: "Well, myth still has 10,000 main force, but our main force in Bahuang City has been exhausted."

Han Beisong clenched his fist and said, "No, can we just accept our fate? Is it that arrogant guy in Fang Geque taking away the city guard order? We have so many brothers in the Eight Desolate City to fight until now, not to see a failure!"

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

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

Piaomiaoyun Yan said: "In fact, what we really cannot defeat is the mythical 1000 people. If they can be destroyed, maybe... maybe the remaining 4000 Jiuli City players are just cannon fodder."

I took a deep breath: "Everyone have a short rest. There are nearly 3,000 Jiuli City players guarding us under this high ground. Our potions, equipment durability, cards and other stocks are not too much, and it is not suitable to continue to fight hard now."

Yue Qingqian pulled my wrist: "Brother Xiaoyao, look, they seem to have been removed from their defense?"

"oh?"

I looked down the hillside with the moonlight. A mythical lieutenant led nearly 2,000 people to evacuate, but soon another small guild came and guarded the hillside, still maintaining the number of 3,000 people. So I raised my mouth: "This is not a defence, but a change of defense!"

Song Han looked at the foot of the mountain: "Jiuli City is planning to use these 3,000 people to trap us?"

I shook my head: "Not necessarily, Fang Geque also knew that these 3,000 people would definitely not trap us. It was probably just a matter of buying time. What Fang Geque wanted to do most now should be to destroy Fenggang and Prague, Long Xiang's guilds. Once they were destroyed, the last hope of Bahuang City disappeared."

Piaomiao Yunyan chuckled: "I smell the scent of killing again."

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

"good!"

...

Five minutes later, 1,500 people killed down the high ground, and swept the opponent's 3,000 like a tiger down the mountain. They were killed by blood after only consuming less than 100 people. The disparity in the single combat power of players is too great, and our first-class players almost kill them without any damage.

However, at this moment, news came-

Prague suffered a crushing defeat!

Yan Zhao Wushuang died in battle!

There were less than 50 members of Prague left, and they retreated to the city, relying on the NPC army in the Eight Desert City, breathing.

Long Xiang suffered a crushing defeat!

Feilong is in the sky, Hua Gun, a pot of wine and others are all killed!

Hero's Tomb was defeated!

Cang Cheng died in battle!

A crushing defeat in the tomb of thousands!

It may not be ordinary, and Huanhua, Bai Moyan and others all died in battle!

Under the attack of the main force of myth, he was defeated as badly as the edge!

The sharp edge of less than 200 people left cruised towards the south of the fortress and could no longer fight.

A cruel fact is placed before us. The 10W coalition forces in Bahuang City were washed away by the blood of the Myth 2W people, and the main force was almost killed. Speaking of which, the troops at the city have now been preserved and offended.

...

Watching data messages appear on the interface, I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist: "How could this happen... How could our people be so vulnerable?"

Li Mu patted my shoulder: "It's Fang Geque who is too strong, it has nothing to do with our strength..."
Chapter completed!