Ye Fei's eyes flashed with cold light. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow that would kill the fish, he suddenly heard a soft snap behind him. When he looked back, he saw a white light less than one meter behind him. Under the white light
There was actually a potion hidden somewhere.
That's right, it was a potion. There was a small pile of coins in the potion, and the person who revealed these things was a Shinto player who was killed by Ye Ling.
Ye Fei was overjoyed when he saw this, and he rushed towards the pile of potions. Now he finally understood what it means to provide help in times of need, and to provide fans in the sky in June. At this moment, gold coins and horses are just nothing in his eyes.
Just floating clouds.
Since Ye Fei and Ye Ling are in a team, and the leader is Ye Fei, even if it is something Ye Ling explodes, Ye Ling can still pick it up at any time.
Ye Fei picked up a red bottle and stuffed it into his mouth like a hungry dog grabbing food, and then swept the surrounding items into his bag with lightning speed. He didn't count the number of red bottles in detail, but he estimated that it was barely enough.
.
Ye Fei looked at the Shinto players who were constantly attacking him, a hint of ferociousness flashed across his face, and he snorted coldly in his heart. The wind and thunder flash that had been activated during the fierce cold red bottle, saw only a flash of the figure, and Ye Fei quickly left him.
He slipped through the nearest crowd.
With the Shinto players as a wall of flesh, the attacks he received were reduced by two-thirds. At this time, Ye Fei was already ready to attack, and a cruel smile flashed across his face.
"Fire dances in the mortal world!"
Ye Fei shouted loudly again, and the golden feather sword in his hand was inserted into the ground heavily. There was only a whirring sound, and the red flames suddenly spread out with Ye Fei as the center, and instantly enveloped everyone around him.
Among them, in an instant, white light flashed in the flames, and more than a dozen Shinto players were instantly killed. Ye Ling, who was not far from Ye Fei, had already withdrawn from the attack range of the flames more than ten seconds ago.
When the fire disappeared, the Shinto players around Ye Fei who were instantly killed exploded with items, the most of which were the red bottles and blue bottles that he urgently needed now.
Sweeping all the nearby medicine bottles into his backpack as quickly as possible, Ye Fei dodged and ran away, because the Shinto players had already launched another attack on him, and all this happened in just a moment.
The effect was good just now, but Ye Fei planned to repeat the same trick, and rushed towards the crowd of Shinto players in a flash.
Emperor's Soul, who was directing the battle on the side, didn't know what Ye Fei's plan was, and quickly shouted to his subordinates: "Everyone, disperse quickly, don't let him get close! Everyone concentrates their efforts and kills the bloody ones!"
Ye Fei sneered, his steps slanted, and his target changed to the Emperor's Soul who was shouting. At this time, Ye Fei was about twenty yards away from the Emperor's Soul. Although Ye Du was fast, he was naturally blocked when he changed his attack route.
The emperor's soul looked in his eyes and saw a sword light coming towards him.
Emperor's Soul couldn't help but feel tight in his heart, and hurriedly moved to avoid it. Unexpectedly, before he could avoid it even two steps, he felt a pain in the back of his heart. A sharp sword had penetrated his chest from the back of his heart. It was Ye Ling's.
Skyfall Sword.
"ah……"
The Emperor's Soul only had time to let out a half scream, and Ye Fei's attack from the front had already arrived. Under the combined attack of the two, the Emperor's Soul didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was attacked by Ye Fei and Ye Ling together.
After dividing the body, even the scroll to return to the city was saved for Ye Fei.
The boss was killed, and the Shinto people were suddenly leaderless. Everyone was a little at a loss. They all took out the scrolls to return to the city. How could Ye Fei let them go so easily? He said hello and was talking to a Shinto player.
Ye Ling, who was fighting, signaled her to retreat.
The next second, Ye Fei looked at the remaining dozens of Shinto players, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an evil smile flashed across his face.
The shadow shot towards those Shinto players.
The golden feather sword in his hand shook slightly, and suddenly a burst of lightning and thunder pierced the sky. The hearts of everyone present suddenly trembled. Everyone stopped and looked up at the sky. They saw lightning flashing in the air. At any time,
There is a possibility of falling down.
"Thunder strikes in Jiuzhou, come down!"
Ye Fei shouted loudly, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and thunder fell from the sky one after another, falling continuously on the bodies of the Shinto players. However, those Shinto players had already been burned to the point of losing their blood, how could they endure it?
Such a violent lightning strike, everyone's skin and flesh were ripped apart by the thunder that fell, it was really like being struck by lightning from the sky.
As the Shinto players screamed, purple thunder and lightning engulfed the Shinto players. Those Shinto players screamed one by one and struggled desperately in the package of fire, trying to break free from the fire, but it was all in vain.
That's all, it didn't take long, the Shinto players' movements became smaller and smaller, and gradually there was no movement at all.
'call--!'
Ye Fei breathed a long sigh of relief. The world was finally peaceful. He had just killed a lot of people, but his name was already extremely red, so adding these dozens of people, he couldn't tell.
Why is he so famous? When he took a closer look, he discovered that his pk value was
He actually lost dozens of points. Only then did he remember that it was the Shinto players who attacked him first, so their names were red, and players with red names can clear the PK by killing them. As for Ye Ling, he had just killed ten in a row.
The names of several Shinto people have become blood-red again.
