The sudden abnormality certainly attracted the attention of the Poison Fang Camp.
They immediately discovered the green light curtain all over the mountains and plains, and also smelled the special aura of the Wuwen tribe.
What's going on?
what happened?
Why does it smell like a patternless tribe?
The 5,000 sixth-grade men in the Poison Fang Camp began to commotion and started talking wildly.
And just when they didn't know what was going on, Gong Ling led a 15,000-strong surprise attack legion, which had also been teleported at lightning speed, and occupied the absolute commanding heights condescendingly.
Until Gong Ling's airborne blood body was condensed, the Poison Fang Camp still didn't know what happened.
…
"Where did this group of patternless people come from?"
"They are all low-level warriors, not even fifth grade!"
"Damn it, why do they come to the wetland? Are they here to die?"
"No, something's wrong, these patternless people are very weird!"
"So what if it's weird? They're just a bunch of trash, just looking for death."
…
The sixth grade members of the Poison Fang Camp began to curse angrily, while some were frowning in confusion.
Although each of them could not move, they could talk to each other.
It's really hard to understand.
Although there are many warriors from the Markless Tribe, their grades are too low. If they meet on the battlefield, they will be cannon fodder.
Everyone in the Poison Fang Camp is a grandmaster, and they look down on this group of low-level warriors from the bottom of their hearts.
"Could it be that... you came here specifically to attack the Venomous Fang Camp?"
One of the vice-captains asked through gritted teeth.
"Hahaha, ridiculous, stupid, pathetic... It's just a suicide attempt. If you want to sneak attack the Poison Fang Camp, it's better for China to send a group of major generals."
The other sixth-grade laughed loudly, with disdain on his face, as if he had heard some joke.
A group of ants are coming to attack and kill the Grandmaster. This is indeed a joke.
The other six products were also laughing loudly.
"Don't be careless!
"There is something wrong with this group of patternless tribesmen. They must have taken advantage of the void cracks opened by the Qingchudong Tribe, so they were able to be teleported here.
"They are not even at the fifth level, so they will not be expelled by the rules of the void, but they are very safe."
The leader of the Poison Fang Camp frowned.
He smelled a dangerous smell.
Especially the phantom gathering in the sky above his head gave the leader a very dangerous feeling.
"The cunning Shenzhou does indeed have some tricks up its sleeve.
"But what can they do with such a bunch of rubbish? Even if I stand here and let them kill me, they probably won't stand a chance."
The deputy leader bared his teeth and laughed again.
"All warriors, use Qi and blood shields, don't take it lightly, defend with all your strength!"
The leader frowned and gave an order.
The Poison Fang Camp has been teleported halfway, and now the arrow is on the string, there is no turning back.
It was impossible for them to go back and deal with the Chinese warriors, so they could only defend passively.
Despite being despised, the warriors from the Poison Fang Camp continued to use their Qi Gang.
Although the Markless Tribe cannot kill them, they will be in pain if they bear the blow in vain.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz buzz!
Suddenly, a layer of dark gray airflow appeared in the sky above the Poison Fang Camp.
This is a Qigang shield. In theory, ordinary warriors cannot break it.
The blood shield takes shape.
Of course, there are some warriors who don't care, and Qi Gang is a bit lazy.
The leader looked up at Gong Ling's Qi and Blood body. He was not arrogant and did not dare to be arrogant.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Just when they had just successfully condensed their Qi Gang, Gong Ling showed no expression on his face and slowly opened the Xuan Gong in his hand.
This time, she did not shoot at the Poison Fang Camp, but raised her long bow high and pointed the arrow tip at the sky, as if the god Yi was about to shoot down the sun from the sky.
call out!
The sound that breaks through the sky is like the cry of phoenix, echoing in the sky.
The arrow left the string and penetrated straight into the sky, like a dragon burning with anger, leaving a straight trail along the way.
"die!"
Then Gong Ling spoke coldly.
Crackling!
Wow!
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking, countless cyan thunder and lightning lit up the entire sky.
Dense thunder and lightning intertwined together, blocking out the sky and the sun. Then the thunder and lightning was like a violent storm, pouring down towards the ground crazily, which was simply more terrifying than a torrential downpour.
Crackling.
Suddenly, an indescribably terrifying thunder net covered the sky above the Venomous Fang Camp.
The thunder arc and the qi gang collided violently, and the sharp friction sound could literally pierce the eardrums.
In an instant, many sixth-level soldiers in the Poison Fang camp had splitting headaches and severe pain all over their bodies. The Qi Gang shield began to show signs of collapse.
The lethality of the thunder net far exceeded their imagination.
In an instant, the camp was in chaos.
"Hmph, you beasts of the Markless Tribe, you thunder and lightning can't even break through the Grandmaster's Qi Gang defense.
"It is simply naive to want to sneak attack on the Poison Fang Camp."
The leader was furious. He was more advanced than other warriors, so he could barely raise his head and stare at Gong Ling.
In fact, the leader was already panicking, but he still had contempt on his lips.
Don't lose your momentum.
Although his whole body was in pain, this level of damage could not break the Qi Gang shield for the time being.
Severe pain is unavoidable, but the teleportation to the Poison Fang Camp is about to begin.
"Yeah?
"I appreciate your confidence and calmness, I hope you are not pretending."
Gong Ling's body of energy and blood stood among the thunder and lightning, with her long hair flying, looking like a goddess descending from the sky. She looked down at the leader with the same contempt on her lips.
roar!
Roar! Roar!
No one realized that those terrifying thunder and lightning had quietly changed.
Countless thunder arcs actually formed huge ferocious apes.
right.
It is ten meters tall, with an explosive body and no eyeballs in its eye sockets, but the lightning is surging, cold and ruthless.
As far as the eye can see, there are more than a thousand thunder and lightning apes scattered inside the Poison Fang Camp like mountains and peaks.
The next breath, the smell of blood spreads.
The thunder ape closed its fists, and with its arms carrying a huge force, it struck the masters' Qi Gang straight away. At the same time, the ape's feet were also trampling crazily.
The sixth-grade Qi Gang Shield began to crack.
Like fragile eggs, like vulnerable mushrooms.
This is the true strength of joint warfare.
15,000 low-level warriors unite, and the power of the tactics they jointly perform has reached the seventh level.
Moreover, this is a group attack method.
…
"Chief, I'm so angry that I... poof... damn..."
"Save me."
"Damn it, why are these thunder and lightning so strong?"
"Why can these thunder beasts break Qi Gang?"
…
A few seconds later, Camp Venomous Fang was like boiling water, and it was in chaos.
Many sixth-level warriors were blasted by thunder apes on the spot, their limbs and arms flying away, and they were soon hammered into a pulp.
By the time they realized that the ape possessed seventh-grade strength, it was already too late to regret it.
The first batch of sixth-grade people to be beaten to death were the grandmasters who had previously despised Gong Ling and the others. They did not bother to use all their strength to activate the shield, so the Qi Gang was shattered the fastest, and they paid a heavy price for their arrogance.
The killing continues and the death is not over.
The apes rush back and forth, tirelessly and fearlessly. They are killing machines composed of 15,000 warriors' blood, like the gods of purgatory.
"Use your Qi Gang with all your strength, and you must block it."
The leader was furious.
Damn it.
Why did thunder and lightning condense into this group of thunder and lightning monsters? In one round, more than 900 sixth-grade masters died. Their death was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at them. Among the remaining warriors, at a glance, they were all seriously injured, at least
More than 2,000 people were seriously injured.
This is simply unreasonable.
Also, why can this group of fourth-grade warriors attack with the intensity of seventh-grade warriors?
Why!
"Hold on, these thunder and lightning monsters are tactics, they are about to disappear."
The leader is powerless.
He is being oppressed by the teleportation array and cannot fight back at all. He is now a standard target.
Fortunately, although the Thunder and Lightning Monkeys were fierce, they disappeared quickly. Currently, more than half of them have been destroyed.
This strategy won't last long.
There were groans all over the Venomous Fang camp.
The leader stared at Gong Ling coldly, his pupils filled with resentment.
However, just when the Poison Fang Camp was in chaos, the surprise attack legions took the elixir one after another, and all their energy and blood gathered on Gong Ling again.
Second round of strikes, ready.
…
[Preparation for joint tactics]
[Second round, blue fire Gatling, kill]
…
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
After Gong Ling finished speaking, all the lightning apes running rampant on the ground disappeared.
At this time, thousands of long, dark tubes suddenly appeared in the sky that was originally covered by thick fog, like black radishes, hanging in the sky.
If you look carefully, you will see that the long black tubes are not actually separate ones, but more than a dozen bundled together. The muzzles of the guns are like blooming black petals, giving people a frightening illusion from a distance.
.
Gatlin.
It is said that this is the firearms civilization in the technological era.
Due to the revitalization of martial arts, firearms civilization was no longer suitable for this era due to various restrictions, so it gradually disappeared.
The strong man who created this [Blue Gatling] happened to be a senior firearms fan, so he created this group attack strategy based on some very sporadic records.
Ta-ta-ta!
Ta-ta-ta!
Ta-ta-ta!
Countless pitch-black gun barrels were aimed at the Venomous Fang Camp on the ground.
Blue flame puffs out.
In the next breath, the barrel of the gun erupted into the most brilliant fireworks in the world, and dense blood bullets were born from the fireworks, pouring crazily towards the ground like raindrops, while blue smoke was emitting from the barrel.
right!
The strong man who created the tactics simulated the details to the extreme.
Because of the need to defend against theft by the Yangxiang tribe, there are not many records of firearm civilization. Blue fire, pitch black barrel, bullets pouring out like a rainstorm, and later the barrel will be burned into a fiery red color... This is Gatling
.
Gong Ling frowned.
Above her head, the barrel of the gun was emitting blue fire and the sound was loud.
Gong Ling didn't like this joint strategy very much, it was too exaggerated.
In fact, the blue Gatling's attack mode is very simple, which is to compress the energy and blood into countless raindrop-like particles, and then shoot them out through tactics, just like a hidden weapon.
These so-called Gatling barrels are just superfluous and very artificial.
But there is no way.
Gong Ling's objections were useless. The strong man who created the tactics also sent out a questionnaire to the Raid Legion. As a result, all the boys agreed with Blue Gatling's plan. They were very enthusiastic. Wang Lufeng even had tears in his eyes.
Gong Ling doesn't understand men's primitive worship of firearms.
But no matter what form it takes, there is no doubt about the lethality of blue Gatling.
The same seventh-level tactics.
The same indiscriminate group attack tactics.
This group of sixth-level warriors who had disabled their limbs were the living targets of their numerous Gatlings.
"Da da da da, kill me, kill me... da da da!"
Gong Ling heard Wang Lufeng's roar.
Du Jingshu, Tian Hongwei and the others were also shouting.
Every time they see blue Gatling, these men act like crazy and can't control their emotions at all.
According to the records of the Gong family, in fact, in the era of science and technology, firearms cannot even break through the blood shield of a fifth-grade expert, let alone fail in a wet environment.
The biggest role of firearms is to be snatched away by the Yangxiang tribe and then turned against the human tribe.
Crazy!
Wang Lufeng and the others are really crazy.
If they kept shouting, Gong Ling was afraid that their voices would become hoarse.
The world in Wang Lufeng's eyes was completely different.
This is beauty.
The long and slender barrels hanging down from the sky are dark and straight, orthodox and ferocious, exuding the charm of firearms in the technological era. It is a kind of infatuating beauty.
The blue flames in front of each barrel are like the fireworks of death, constantly harvesting fresh life.
excited!
Breathtakingly exciting.
This indiscriminate bombardment strategy worked perfectly.
Smoke filled the air and killings occurred everywhere.
When the Thunder Apes disappeared, Camp Poison Fang thought the disaster was over.
But who would have thought that the real catastrophe has just begun, and is even more terrifying than before.
hell!
Yes, the area covered by blue Gatling firepower has become a hell of blood and tears.
The heavy rain of qi and blood bullet strikes was endless, endless, and airtight. The sixth-grade master didn't even have time to breathe.
Although the single-target attack of these blood bullets is not as good as that of the Thunder Monkey, no one can withstand their numbers.
Amidst the deafening roar, their Gang Qi shields were pitted and cracked, and many Gang Qi shields eventually collapsed completely.
When the physical body is not protected by a shield, the end result of every sixth-grade person is a leak.
right!
The densely packed Qi-blood bullets smashed many sixth-grade warriors into sieves and leaks.
Due to the bombardment of blood bullets on their abdomen and back, many masters stood still and could not even fall down. Although they had already lost their breath, the dense bullets still kept them standing, leaving them helpless.
twitching.
The blood bullets formed a storm and formed a wall that pushed past, in all directions and everywhere.
"Damn, what the hell is this."
The leader's shield had not been broken yet, but he could see that the sixth-grade people beside him were shot one after another, and some of the corpses had been directly beaten to pieces.
He hates it.
Can't figure it out.
I simply can't figure out why a group of fourth-level warriors can attack with such terrifying tactics.
At a glance, two-thirds of the 5,000 sixth-grade elites have been killed so far.
The key point is that only a few seconds have passed.
Clan honor.
Where are you?
Send someone to the rescue quickly, send someone here quickly.
Those who survived were seriously injured at level 6, so why did they talk about going to China to slaughter them?
joke.
The elite Poison Fang Battalion of the dignified coalition was actually beaten into a living joke by a group of fourth-level warriors from China.
…
Ta-ta-ta!
Ta-ta-ta!
Da da da da da!
…
Unconsciously, the clicking sound in the sky began to gradually weaken. At this time, all the Gatling gun barrels turned the color of steel about to melt.
Gong Ling knew in her heart that this was purely a special effect.
As long as the tactics disappear, all gun barrels will turn extremely red, like molten iron that has been directly burned.
Wang Lufeng's and his others' palms were covered in sweat.
They had just taken the elixir and planned to launch the third joint attack.
This round of Gatling strikes is really hearty.
Wang Lufeng's mind was filled with fantasies about carrying Gatling on his back and fighting thousands of troops alone. This scene was so beautiful that he couldn't even think about it.
Du Jingshu's eyes also shone.
Enjoyable.
It is truly unprecedentedly enjoyable. The absolute suppression of such a huge amount can make the viewer suffocate directly.
…
[Preparation for joint tactics]
[The third round, dry locust purgatory, kill]
…
Gatling gun barrels disappeared all over the sky, and Gong Ling also shouted out the joint tactics for the third game.
Withered Locust Purgatory.
This is a seventh-grade combat method created with the help of the Gu insect Feng family.
Different from the indiscriminate bombardment of the Blue Fire Gatling, the Dry Locust Purgatory can condense thousands of locusts, and then accurately detect every living warrior.
After that, the task of Locust is to finish the damage.
They will penetrate into the warrior's skin and then explode directly inside their body.
Buzz!
Buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz!
All the warriors from China fluttered their palms in unison and began to form seals.
The palms of 15,000 warriors looked like 15,000 flowers in full bloom. Looking down from the sky, it was indescribably spectacular.
Gong Ling's Qi-blood body was also flying with its palms in mid-air, and everyone kept the same rhythm and the same movements, exactly like replicas.
Unknowingly, there was a buzzing sound in the sky, which was disturbing. It was the special sound wave of locusts flapping their wings.
Gong Ling looked down at the defeated remnants of the Poison Fang Camp with a sneer on his lips.
It's easier than imagined.
When the military sent them to teleport over, they left time for the five combined tactics to be used.
It's a pity that this famous Venomous Fang Camp seems to be a bit unsatisfactory.
After this round of dry locust purgatory ends, no one will survive.
Gong Ling analyzed in her mind, maybe it was because the sixth-grade foreign race was suppressed in strength.
Anyway, victory is a bit easy.
Wang Lufeng and Du Jingshu also looked excited.
The mission ended perfectly and everything went smoothly.
The Withered Locust Purgatory is actually the final battle method.
Regardless of which one was used before, the Withered Locust Inferno is a last-hitting tactic, which means the sneak attack is over.
Gong Ling is the commander-in-chief, and she knows it well.
…
locust!
Yes, the dense and overwhelming locusts came from nowhere, but they suddenly shrouded the sky above the Venomous Fang Camp like a sandstorm.
The leader was immediately desperate.
Gong Ling's analysis was correct. Because they had to teleport, their strength was forcibly sealed, and they couldn't even move and dodge.
Without the Gang Qi shield, they are only the strength of fourth-grade warriors.
In such a state, who can withstand such a devastating blow?
After finally surviving the blue Gatling storm, before everyone could take a breath and before the wounded could swallow the pills, the locusts in the sky made the already desperate Venomous Fang Camp even worse.
Although the impact power of locusts is not as good as Gatling's blood bullets, they are very cruel and can actually burrow directly into the skin of the sixth grade.
Want to play dead?
Useless, professional last hit.
After the locusts take over the physical body, they will explode directly.
Howl, death, despair.
Seeing the tragic deaths of Grade 6s one after another, the leader's spirit completely collapsed.
Even when faced with extreme odds, he has never been so desperate.
Corpses were everywhere, plasma was flying everywhere, and even the air was filled with the fishy smell of plasma, which was nauseating.
The leader's shield is still there.
He can even shake locusts away.
But so what?
Ninety percent of the elite team of 5,000 grandmasters are now dead.
Even if a few survive, so what? The remnants of the army are just defeated.
It's over!
The dignified Poison Fang Camp, the advance army of the Allied Forces, was completely wiped out before it even set off.
What the hell is going on.
Who did the Venomous Fang Camp offend?
…
Over the Allies.
Qingchudong was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
The top leaders of the other four tribes even held their breaths, wishing they could immediately teleport to the Poison Fang Camp to kill those low-level trash from China.
But unfortunately, with the opening of the Ninth City, these elites have to assist Qingchu Cave and open up war passages, so they are unable to move for the time being.
In this way, Qingchudong could only watch the Venomous Fang Battalion being wiped out.
Yuan Longhan laughed even more wildly than before.
"Qingchudong, are you satisfied with this first big gift?"
Yuan Longhan's shadow looked down at Qingchu Cave and asked calmly.
"Why can a group of fourth-level warriors destroy the sixth-level Qi Gang, and why can they use tactics close to those of the seventh-level."
Qing Chudong raised his head and asked through gritted teeth.
This trip to the secret realm can be described as full of ups and downs.
If Zu Chui hadn't been born, he wouldn't even know how to deal with beasts like Si Huangqing.
Yuan Longhan, you are too insidious.
"It's just a small trick.
"Your Poison Fang Battalion is going to sneak attack on China, so I borrowed the passage you opened.
"Your Poison Fang Camp needs to suppress the first level, but I, the hot-blooded son of China, don't need it. Your Poison Fang Camp will train everyone in advance, which is good."
Yuan Longhan looked at the Allied camp again, and he was very satisfied.
Yuan Longhan had announced everything that happened in the Poison Fang Camp over the Allied Forces using the Source Image Stone, and even Qingchu Cave could not stop it.
The joint warfare method was also a warning and a psychological hint given by Yuan Longhan to the Allies.
Yuan Longhan wanted to weaken the coalition's fighting spirit and make them timid before fighting.
Low-level warriors in China can perform tactics with seventh-level strength, which has a strong impact on ordinary warriors.
really.
The effect is good.
Not to mention ordinary low-level warriors, even the grandmaster leaders in the coalition were also shocked by the surprise attack of the Chinese army.
There is fear in everyone's eyes.
No one is not afraid.
The warriors assume the role of themselves. What should they do if they face the blue Gatling, the thunder ape, or the sky full of locusts?
The indiscriminate bombardment, like a gust of wind and rain, is simply creating a purgatory.
The key point is that even the grandmaster's Qi Gang can't stop it.
Grandmasters can't do it, so what can ordinary warriors like them do?
Fear has spread into the hearts of every warrior like a plague.
Now that the leaders are suppressing them, they dare to say anything, but once they set foot on the battlefield, the Allied forces cannot have too high combat power.
"Yuan Longhan, you actually took advantage of me, how despicable!"
The catastrophe at Poison Fang Camp left Qingchu Cave in disgrace.
He gritted his teeth and thought about Yuan Longhan countless times.
Several strong men near the Poison Fang Camp had been ordered to rush over in an attempt to rescue the Poison Fang Camp, but Qingchudong knew in his heart that it would be too late.
With Yuan Longhan's cunning, he must have prepared an escape route early when he teleported the warriors.
The cracks in the war passage have been opened, and low-level warriors do have an advantage in the early stage.
It is impossible for the pursuers to enter the crack.
This time, the Allies suffered a disastrous defeat.
"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. When you, Qingchudong, plot against China, you will also have to bear my plot.
"I, Yuan Longhan, will help you pull out this poisonous fang from the Poison Fang Camp."
Yuan Longhan sneered.
He looked at the screen and saw that everything was going well. The war was coming to an end.
There are more than 5,000 sixth-grade soldiers in the Poison Fang Camp, and there are still one or two hundred alive. However, they are all seriously injured and will not live long, and the teleportation effect on them has not disappeared.
If there are no accidents, the remaining defeated generals will be successfully transported to China.
This... can be regarded as a food delivery. The Zhenqin Legion's animal trap has already been prepared, and China still lacks experimental materials.
Now that they have come to China, it is impossible for them to teleport back.
"It's time to let the children go back to avoid danger!"
Yuan Longhan had a thought in his mind and gave Gong Ling a withdrawal order.
The remaining one to two hundred and six levels had no meaning in continuing the pursuit, and Qingchu Cave sent several strong men there, one of whom was still at level nine, and they were very fast.
Qingchudong's guess was correct. When the surprise attack army arrived, Yuan Longhan took the lead in asking the warriors to carve the reverse curse mark of return on the tree trunks early.
In the blink of an eye, they can activate the curse seal and return to China.
On the eve of the war, the cracks in the war passage were still very sensitive. This was the most suitable time for low-level warriors to cross. Under the protection of the joint tactics, the surprise attack army took advantage of the right time and place.
"Yuan Longhan, just wait, I will chop off your head."
Qingchudong stared at the light curtain, and every hair on his body was trembling with anger.
Si Huangqing and the others were speechless.
Qingchudong, this scammer, really screwed them up this time.
Gang Licheng frowned.
If the Yangxiang clan hadn't also suffered heavy casualties, he would have even suspected that Qingchudong was using the Shenzhou to consume the five other clans.
Too miserable.
In this battle, Shenzhou directly reduced one-third of the high-level combat power of the six tribes, and it was still the best upper-level force.
From the sixth grade to the eighth grade, no grade can escape.
Damn it.
…
The Locust Purgatory has come to an end.
Gong Ling also received Yuan Longhan's evacuation order, and the surprise attack army must retreat.
There are ninth-level warriors from the coalition forces charging towards them. If they don't escape, there will be widespread death.
As for the Poison Fang Camp, there are still hundreds of Waiguakaizao alive, but except for the leader, the rest are seriously injured and dying.
It's not important anymore.
Boom!
Boom!
At this time, Gong Ling and the others could already sense the overwhelming oppression in the distance.
You can feel the shocking anger of the other person without even meeting him.
This is the breath of the strong.
"Legion obeys orders!"
Gong Ling raised his arms and looked at the sky:
…
[Preparation for joint tactics]
[The third round, Xuan Gong Wu Shi, kill]
…
Gong Ling issued the order.
Wang Lufeng and the others were stunned for a moment, with puzzled faces on their faces.
The squad leaders are already preparing to activate the retreat seal, and the danger is very close.
However, Gong Ling did not order a retreat.
Instead, she asked for Qi and blood to gather again.
"clear!"
Although he was confused, the long-term cooperation still made 15,000 warriors burn their blood.
The order was issued and no time was wasted.
The danger is getting closer.
Gong Ling's Qi and blood body also glowed with dazzling purple light.
She faced the sky and slowly opened her chief mysterious bow. A purple arrow of energy and blood burned with blazing flames, and even the void was distorted.
Gong Ling's pupils spread with bright silver light. At this moment, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the void and penetrate all distances.
Whoosh!
The arrow shot through the air, and a purple bolt stretched across the sky like a bridge to the underworld.
"Evacuate!"
The arrow left the string, and Gong Ling gave the order at the same time.
puff!
At this time, Gong Ling finally couldn't suppress his internal injuries and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Lufeng ran over and quickly helped Gong Ling.
Buzz buzz!
In the blink of an eye, green light burst out from the branches all over the mountains and plains.
This is the luster of the teleportation array activated.
The physical bodies of the warriors of the Surprise Legion began to become somewhat illusory.
"Gong Ling, are you okay?"
Before leaving, Wang Lufeng asked with a worried look.
She knew that Gong Ling's ability could make Gong Ling vomit blood, and she had already cast the forbidden arrow.
"If you can't die, go back to China to heal your wounds."
Gong Ling looked at the several strong men charging towards them from a distance, with a hint of contempt leaking from the corner of his mouth.
The fastest one is a ninth-grade Yangxiang clan, and behind him are two eighth-grade ones.
Xuan Gong has no style.
The eighth form of Xuan Gong's nine forms is said to be shadowless in the void, mysterious and unpredictable, and extremely powerful, making it impossible to guard against.
Of course, Gong Ling also paid an extremely heavy price, which was far more serious than Wang Lufeng imagined.
Just as the Divine Assault Legion disappeared and the warriors entered the teleportation rift one after another.
And hundreds of crooked melons and jujubes in the Poison Fang Camp also entered the teleportation state.
The leader wanted to cry but had no tears.
After finally surviving the series of blows, before he could catch his breath, he was swallowed up by the teleportation array again.
In the current situation, going to China would be to die.
"The moment the general arrives in China, he immediately activates the return formation on his wrist, so he can still survive."
The deputy leader of the Cyborg clan vomited blood and emphasized quickly.
Damn it, what kind of plague god did this provoke?
The leader smiled bitterly.
It's not that easy. China can sneak attack them and block their way back.
Hopefully, there will be life in desperate places.
He also saw several strong men who had been arriving for a long time.
He is resentful and angry.
What the hell were you doing so early?
Why did you come here now?
The day lilies are cold.
When you eat, you can't even catch a hot bite.
…
Mo Zi is the closest to the Poison Fang Camp. He was ordered to come and kill the Chinese sneak attackers when he was in danger.
Behind Mo Zi is an eighth-grade member of the Four-Armed Clan. This guy is extremely fast, and he may want to follow suit and grab the credit.
The other eighth-level follower is from the Yang Xiang clan, but his speed is slightly inferior to that of the Four-Armed clan.
Fire.
In this Allied war, the coalition forces are already very angry.
Before everyone could recover from the catastrophe in the secret realm, Shenzhou once again made a sneak attack on the Poison Fang Camp in advance.
It simply makes no sense.
Mo Zi used his fastest speed, he wanted to kill all the sneak attackers.
Unfortunately, Mo Zi arrived a step too late. His energy and blood could no longer sense the breath of the Chinese sneak attackers. There were nearly 20,000 low-level sneak attackers who should have escaped into the void crack in time.
The terrifying Shenzhou Army has unified discipline and is completely different from the Allied Forces. Its combat power has almost doubled.
Mo Zi is the ninth grade, and he doesn't dare to provoke the void crack now.
Hate it.
Mo Zi regretted that he came a step too late.
"Hmph, you still want to attack me with arrows, thinking you are from the Zhangmu clan!"
Mo Zi hadn't reached the Poison Fang Valley yet, and Gong Ling's arrows were already shooting straight towards him.
good.
The aura contained in the arrows is okay and has some weight.
Mo Zi made a mental evaluation.
But facing a ninth-grade man, this arrow was still a joke. Mo Zi sneered at the corner of his mouth and stretched out his palm, preparing to catch the arrow. For a ninth-grade man, this was a piece of cake.
Buzz!
However, something weird happened.
When he saw the ink words, he was about to grab the arrow in his hand, but the arrow suddenly disappeared.
He disappeared without a trace, not even his breath.
Mo Zi frowned.
Where have you been?
Could it be that the arrows were also teleported into the void?
It was like it had never happened before, and Mo Zi even suspected that he was hallucinating.
"ah!"
However, at the moment when Mo Zi was thinking, a shrill scream came from behind him.
Hearing this, Mo Zi quickly turned his head.
At this moment, he stopped and his expression changed dramatically, as if he had seen a monster.
Who would have thought.
Who dares to imagine.
The arrow that was obviously meant to kill him actually appeared directly in front of the eyes of the eighth-grade four-arm clan, also without any warning.
Just like that, the arrow penetrated the forehead of the Four-Armed Clan, and the Qi Gang shield on the eighth-level body was like a layer of broken leaves, meaningless.
It's so easy to die, this four-arm clan's talents are all about speed, and the defense is weak.
Because there was no defensive preparation in mind, the eighth-grade four-armed clan didn't even have time to use the defensive demon weapon, and was shot in the head with an arrow. It was a tragedy in the world.
Another eighth-grade Yangxiang tribe nearby was in a state of dismay.
He watched helplessly as arrows appeared out of thin air, and then watched helplessly as the eighth grade member of the Four-Armed Clan was shot away by arrows.
It’s not the fault of the Four-Armed Clan’s headshot, it’s because the arrows were too weird. If it were him, he would have been hit in the head, too, without any warning.
The Four-Armed Clan's mind went blank. He could only feel that the vitality in his body was rapidly losing, his aura was shattering, and his internal organs and weapons were also going to pieces.
I never thought that I would die in this way.
A dignified eighth-grade man was shot and killed by a low-level warrior. This is a big joke.
Although I am an eighth-level player who just broke through, and although my talent is all about speed, I am still an eighth-level player after all.
How could I be killed like this in vain?
Why.
Not willing to give in, he is not willing to give in.
But no matter how strong your desire for survival is, it can't change the shocking destructive power erupted by the arrow.
Similar to the origin of warfare, the Nine Styles of Xuan Gong itself is a rule.
An arrow shot to the back of the head has actually destroyed the enemy's aura, destroyed everything in the enemy's body, including the internal organs, meridians and blood vessels, all shattered, leaving only a skinned corpse.
Gong Ling shot a miracle with one arrow, a miracle that she herself could not believe.
Using joint tactics and the power of 15,000 partners, she shot the most mysterious and earth-shattering arrow.
This arrow is enough to be written into the annals of history.
Another hilltop is the outpost of the six tribes allied forces.
There is a ten-meter-high flagpole on the top of the mountain, with the Allied battle flag on the flagpole flapping in the strong wind.
Bang!
The corpse of the eighth-grade four-arm clan fell and hit the top of the flagpole directly.
But Gong Ling's arrow still had some power left, and the tip of the arrow was nailed to the top of the flagpole, firmly nailing the corpse of the eighth-grade Four-Armed Clan to it.
At this time, the flag on the flagpole slowly fell down like a piece of used toilet paper.
A sentry team under the flagpole all fell to the ground, their faces were pale, and they were all scared to death.
They are the Four-Armed Clan team.
It just so happened that they knew this eighth-grade warrior.
Eighth grade.
He was actually killed instantly by an arrow, by a low-level warrior from China.
Compared with the sharpshooters of China, the Zhangmu clan is nothing.
…
China!
Gong Ling and the others returned safely. None of the 15,000 warriors died, successfully completing the sneak attack mission.
The medical team immediately rushed forward and began to examine the warriors of the surprise attack legion. If there was any injury, they must be treated in time.
Gongling has gathered a large number of top medical personnel here.
Wang Lufeng put down his bow, his heart beating wildly.
When she came back carrying Gong Ling, she could feel Gong Ling's weakness.
This female classmate, you are also trying your best.
Wang Lufeng complained in his heart.
"It's okay, I can't die."
Gong Ling raised his head and stared at the live broadcast above the Venomous Fang Camp.
Just in time, she saw the scene of Xuan Gong Wu Shi killing the eighth-grade four-arm clan.
Satisfied.
"Su Yue, your partner is not embarrassed. The rest will be left to you...Pfft..."
Gong Ling smiled with a satisfied look on her face. She murmured something to herself and passed out immediately.
Su Yue has always been responsible for everything, and our group of classmates should also share some of the burden. Although it doesn't play a big role, we are also working hard to catch up with you.
"It's not good for you to imitate anyone. You have to imitate Su Yue. Why don't you have a hard life!"
Wang Lufeng squeezed Gong Ling's hand and complained anxiously.
Fortunately, Gong Ling still has a pulse and is not shooting arrows with all his life.