Murong Xiaotian rushed directly towards the 'Brotherhood Mercenary Group' of the 'Imperial Tribe'. He was still more than ten meters away. The 'Five Qi Chaoyuan' in the first move of the 'Five Tones Ultimate Kill' was fired out.
Five powers combined into one, five times the attack power. With a 'boom', the big shield blocking the door was blown away.
"Bump." Ni Yuan Beast King's hard body then slammed in. "Kill." Murong Xiaotian shouted violently. He struck without mercy. He punched out another 'Thunder Light Fist' with his left hand, smashing a five-meter radius around him. The scorched earth. And the "Sandstorm" in his right hand shook his hand and flew out. Then he took out the Xuanbing Sword and rushed into the mage's team.
This 'Brotherhood Mercenary Group' is the last C-level mercenary group of the 'Imperial Tribe' in Bastille. There are more than a hundred people in it, but for Murong Xiaotian, they haven't taken it to heart yet. Warrior Knights. It can't keep up with his speed at all. As for the magician, as long as he breaks up the magician's team so that they can't organize an effective attack, it's not scary at all. It's just a one-sided massacre.
This time, Murong Xiaotian did not go straight to the regiment flag like the previous times. Instead, he started a massacre among the mage team. Ni Yuan Beast King kept charging and trampling back and forth. He punched with his left sword. Every time he waved, he brought out several enemies. White light.
The previous step was for speed. If not, reinforcements from the 'Imperial Power Tribe' would arrive. But it is different now. The two affiliated teams of the 'Imperial Power Tribe' were hung to death by the alliance forces in the teleportation array. And the Fire Demon He couldn't make it in time. He had plenty of time to play with them slowly. He didn't want to kill all the people in the station. He really had no intention of cutting down the regimental flag.
"Pengpengpeng..." Murong Xiaotian's attacks became more and more fierce. There were fewer and fewer people in the station. Such frightening attacks had completely caused the people of the 'Brotherhood Mercenary Group' to lose their fighting spirit. When there were only about 20 people left, a ridiculous scene appeared. Murong Xiaotian chased them and beat them, while they fled around the camp.
Finally, the few remaining people simply ran into the lobby of the station.
"Damn it. If you want to run away, just run out of the station gate and hide inside." Murong Xiaotian couldn't help but cursed outside the hall.
But if they dare to go outside and they come to attack your station, but you run out, what's going on?
"Brother, if you want to chop down the regiment flag, just chop down the regiment flag. There is no need to kill them all." The words of the man inside made Murong Xiaotian almost faint.
In fact, this is normal. Among the forces of the 'Imperial Tribe', they are not originally part of the direct lineage of Little Buick. They can only be regarded as second-rate members. What's more, Little Buick focuses on power, unlike Murong Xiaotian. The most important thing is emotion and loyalty. When it comes to selecting members, it is better to be lacking than to be indiscriminate. This is the first thing to look at.
You don't value others' affection and justice. Why should others be loyal to you?
Therefore, these second-line players have no loyalty to the 'Imperial Tribe'. Many of them joined the 'Imperial Tribe' simply because of its status in the Fama Continent.
At least. Join the 'Imperial Power Tribe' and no one will dare to mess with you wherever you go. It's majestic and majestic. But it's different now. All the major forces have joined forces to attack. The prestige of the 'Imperial Power Tribe' is gone. The glory of the past. Start with Complete collapse.
But at this time, for them, their level is much more important than whether the team is destroyed. Dropping a level is not so easy to improve.
"Grandma's. This is also called a brotherhood." Murong Xiaotian couldn't help laughing.
Forget it. He just said "big brother" and let them go. Murong Xiaotian shook his head in a funny way and picked up all the fallen equipment in the station yard. Then he went to kill the 'Brotherhood Mercenary Group' regimental flag.
The last target is much easier. There are only forty or fifty people in the D-class mercenary group.
"Brothers, do you want to fight with literature or martial arts?" Murong Xiaotian stopped when he was less than two meters away from the gate of the mercenary group's station. At this position, the magicians inside could not attack. . Unless they change positions with the soldiers blocking the door, it's almost the same.
"You...what did you say?" The other party was dumbfounded by Murong Xiaotian's words. Is there anyone who comes to attack the station like this?
But he didn't dare to act rashly. The display of the deputy leader of the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' above the opponent's head was not for show.
"The other party is called Killing Without Pardon. He single-handedly destroyed seven mercenary regiments of their 'Imperial Tribe' in Bastille. That was a huge outcry in their 'Imperial Tribe's' alliance channel. No one Don't know.
"Didn't you understand what I said?" Murong Xiaotian showed a bright smile: "It's very simple. What I said is that you politely make way for me to go in and cut down the regiment flag. That's it. Well. At least you won’t be demoted. But if you don’t, I will kill you all. Then I will chop off your team flag. As a human being, you should be more aware of current affairs. The team is gone. Can you join another team? .But the level has dropped. It’s not that easy to practice up.”
"Fuck you. You idiot. Let me watch you destroy our regiment flag. There is no such thing in the world." A soldier at the door cursed.
"Damn it. If you don't eat the toast, you'll have to drink the fine wine. Just because of these words of yours, I'll make you stare with your eyes wide open today as I cut off your regiment flag." Murong Xiaotian's expression changed, and his body instantly scratched. He walked in and out. Before the people inside the door realized what was going on, the soldier was dragged out of the door by Murong Xiaotian and impaled directly on the ground.
"Bump, bump, bump..." In less than two seconds, Murong Xiaotian kicked out seven or eight times, knocking off the soldier's legs.
"I'll play with you later." Murong Xiaotian flashed and rushed over. He punched out the "Thunder Light Fist" with a "boom" and knocked out several people at the door. They also entered the door.
'Black Ice Slash', 'Earth Stab', and 'Sandstorm' were used alternately in an instant. Then he dodged and retreated. After a 'touch', he kicked the player who fell to the ground. We must not let him go offline. Since we said we would let him cut off his team flag, we must do it.
While kicking out, another healing spell flew towards himself.
Although those twenty-odd magic spells are nothing. But if you have free time to increase blood, why not use them.
This is the consistency of skill use. As long as you attack, you can't waste any time that can be used. You can use eight skills in one minute. Then you will never use seven. This is Murong Xiaotian's attack theory. Of course .Every skill must exert its maximum effect.
"Hey." Murong Xiaotian ran back again. What he "touched" was another 'Thunder Fist'. 'Xuan Bing Slash', 'Earth Stab', and 'Sandstorm' were used alternately again. The body shape was used again. He retreated violently. But this time while retreating, his weapons instantly changed. He played the Yaoli Guqin casually, and the first move of the 'Five-tone Killer'. 'Five Qi Chao Yuan' shot out five rays of light.
After these two rounds of attacks, there were less than twenty people left in the station. Murong Xiaotian kicked the guy again and rushed in again. He used his left fist and right sword. Attacking magic. In less than a minute, everyone in the station died unconscious.
"Hehe. Now it's our turn to play." Murong Xiaotian came to the door again, smiled sinisterly, kicked the guy again, and then reached out to grab him.
"I will fight with you." Although the soldier's legs were broken, his hands could still move. He took out a sword and slashed at Murong Xiaotian.
"Bump." Murong Xiaotian turned his claws into fists and punched the guy's wrist. He directly knocked the sword away: "You are not qualified to fight with me. Wait a minute and you still pull like this. I will call you uncle." "
After saying that, he grabbed the soldier and ducked into the station.
"Bang." He threw the soldier under the regimental flag. Hehehe smiled. Murong Xiaotian's face turned ferocious: "What did you call me in front of me just now? You called me me."
"Bump, bump, bump..." Murong Xiaotian squatted in front of him and punched more than ten times in a row. The guy's left foot was broken into pieces starting from the ankle joint from bottom to top.
"Ah." The soldier screamed like a slaughtering pig.
"You just called me an idiot, right?" Murong Xiaotian flew out a healing spell and threw it on the guy.
"Pah, pah, pah..." There was a series of violent sounds. Murong Xiaotian didn't even give the guy a chance to speak. He quickly took action and broke all the first joints of the five fingers of the guy's left hand.
"Ah." The guy's scream could be heard far away. His entire face turned pale.
"Hehe. Have you ever tried what it feels like to watch your own intestines flow out?" Murong Xiaotian stopped and said with a sinister smile: "If you haven't tried it, I will let you try it. I I will use a knife to open your stomach while I help you add blood. I guarantee that you will not die even if you see your intestines falling out."
"Brother, I was wrong. Please spare me. Brother, please spare me." The guy's eyes instantly became more frightening than seeing the devil.
"What did you call me? You didn't call me "I" in front of me just now."
"Brother, I deserve to die. I was wrong. You are my father."
"What. What did you say? I can't hear you."
"Brother, you are my father. I am the biggest idiot in the world." The soldier roared directly. The sound was worse than crying.
"Oh." Murong Xiaotian seemed to have just understood. He smiled and asked, "What you said is true."
"Really. Brother." The player was already crying.
"Okay. So, can I chop down your regiment flag?" Murong Xiaotian showed a bright smile again. But this smile made the soldier tremble all over.
"Yes. Brother, please do it. Unfortunately, you can't cut down your own team flag. Otherwise, you don't need to do it. I will cut it down for you." The player quickly replied.
"real."
"Really. Big brother."
"Sure."
"Absolutely sure. Brother."
"This is what you asked me to chop."
"That's right. Brother, it's absolutely true. I asked you to chop it off."
