After Wang Bodang buried the heart, he turned around and fought with a beast king again.
Now he is no longer timid. Ever since he joined forces with the Great Beast King to become famous, the entire battlefield has been in chaos. There are countless people charging, but... there are also many people who have defected.
The chaos on the battlefield caused the entire battlefield to shift a few points, but fortunately the shift was not much and it was still under control.
Almost all the patrol officers from both sides were deployed to maintain the balance on the main battlefield.
Otherwise, as soon as the Dacheng Realm takes action, a bunch of heroes will be wiped out at will, and this war will not be necessary.
The territory has been conquered, but all the people are dead. Isn't that ridiculous?
As Wang Bodang faced more and more enemies, his marksmanship also improved by leaps and bounds. The battles in these few days were comparable to the insights he gained in months or even years.
The gun body was also blood red, and the armor on the body was no longer what it was before, with holes and damage everywhere.
As his own momentum exploded again, the enemy in front of him fell in front of him again. Counting this one, more people died under his spear than he could count with both hands.
But... although he is now unparalleled in bravery, why does he still feel uneasy?
The next moment, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the young man with the spear, and his face showed anger. With a loud shout, he threw the spear in his hand forward. The spear cut through the yellow sand and dust walking in the air, and penetrated the man.
After the gun hit the monk's chest, the inertia had not disappeared, and it was carried straight into the ground.
On the ground, the man's head and shoulders had been buried in the yellow sand.
He was nailed to death here with a gun!
"This this……"
After seeing that man's death, both the enemy and the party felt fearful in their hearts.
"You are confused, little brother, this inspector will not let you go!"
The speaker was a monk nearby. He had received favors from Wang Bodang and the Beast King in the past, but even though he was afraid, he still spoke out what was in his heart.
"I'm just cleaning up the house for the ranger."
Wang Bodang stood up and went forward to pick up the spear. No one dared to block his way.
He knelt down and picked up the person's badge, examined it carefully, and then said disdainfully: "This merit point is not as high as mine."
"You should leave quickly, it's not too late to leave now."
Wang Bodang didn't take other people's words seriously, and still squatted on the spot and groped for something on that person. After a while, he seemed to have found what he wanted. After taking out the thing, he slowly walked towards it.
The person who spoke just now walked over and handed the thing in his hand to him.
He lowered his head and looked at the thing that Wang Bodang handed over. He just glanced at it and already knew what it was...
It was an ancient treasure that he captured after fighting desperately on the battlefield. To him, it was not a treasure, it was the life of his family for the rest of their lives.
So that's it, this is a war pickpocket after all, it's ridiculous that I made a mistake.
It is the rule of this industry to flee immediately after successfully stealing. However, the rules of this industry happen to run into the edge of the law of war - defection, and the crime of defection will be punished by death.
If he really escapes, even the Heavenly King will have a hard time finding him, but catching him is a capital crime, and even the patrol officer will kill him on the spot.
Just as he was about to thank Uncle Wang, he heard his whisper in his ears:
"Just wait and see, where do we still have a ranger?"
What?
Everyone looked to the side and saw that they were the only ones fighting desperately on the huge battlefield, but no trace of the patrol officer was seen. The battlefield was already in chaos.
Where did they go?
………………
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
A huge sword gang appeared in the sky, like a river suddenly spreading between the heaven and earth at this moment. The momentum seemed to cut through the sky. Before others could react, the sword gang had already fallen to the ground.
.
Jian Gang is about to be wiped out, leaving only blood red everywhere under the yellow sand.
Under the sword, there is a white young man in gray robes, with his fingers slightly connected. The cold stars at night are floating in front of him, and the whole body is shimmering with black flames. One man and one sword are like the swordsman who descended from heaven to the mortal world.
No, it should be the sword demon, the sword demon.
"Dear rangers, I have no intention of arguing with you, but if you touch my bottom line again and again, don't blame me for being ugly."
The fair young man's eyes were cold as he looked around at the people around him. The uniform silver clothes, silver helmets and silver robes were the same as those of the two patrol officers who had just clashed. They were even the same as those who were chasing the team.
The clothes were the same as those worn by Wang Bodang at that time.
There is no second possibility, these people are just spiritual inspectors.
He also completely listened to what Yi Xifeng said to him before leaving the ancient road.
- Make it through the battlefield alive
At that time, Yi Xifeng guessed that she would not say such words easily. But at that time, he did not feel any threat. As long as the two patrol officers were handled properly, Zhou Yi returned to the town gate and closed the report.
If you keep a low profile, you can blend into the opponent's camp and complete the mission.
To him, the patrol officer was nothing more than a misunderstanding. Yi Xifeng did not want to get involved with the White Tiger camp, but Wei Cengxia also brought him big trouble because of this, and he underestimated the strength of the two of them.
When he wanted to talk to those two people, he discovered that a large number of strong men's auras appeared on the distant skyline.
It turned out that I lived through it like this...
To others, these patrol officers were indeed strong, but in Yi Xifeng's eyes, they were just a little more effort at most.
It would be all in vain if he didn't become a hero, but he never forgot the principle that "the number of ants will kill the elephant".
The fair young man slashed out with his sword again, but no one in the room dared to take it, and no one could take it.
Zhang Xun, who initially had a conflict with the fair young man, can be regarded as a strong senior among the patrol officers.
"Oops, Zhou Yi!"
Seeing more and more people in front of him, Yi Xifeng reached out with his spiritual consciousness and scanned the land, but did not see Zhou Yi's figure. He was afraid that he had left long ago.
"He is quite clever. He deserves to be called the old man on the battlefield. His ability to judge the time and pace is very clear."
He never left when the Ancient Beast God Path from the Saint Realm appeared. Yi Xifeng thought he would continue to watch the changes on the battlefield after that.
Perhaps Meng Xinyuan's departure was a heavy blow to his heart.
At that time, when Gudao called out the name "Mi Qiongbei" in the field, there was no sound transmission. Any knight could hear the distance.
A strange color flashed in Yi Xifeng's eyes, and he clenched the sword in his hand again. This time he not only took the sword, but also wanted to see what kind of character Mi Qiongbei was.