Outside the battlefield, since Yi Xifeng and the commanders disappeared, the entire battlefield has returned to normal. If it weren't for these people lying on the ground, everyone would have thought that the fair young man had never appeared.
"Why are you here?"
A patrol officer looked at the visitor with surprise on his face.
The person who came was none other than Wang Bodang, who had returned from the center of the battlefield. Looking at Wang Bodang's tattered armor, the patrol officer naturally knew his identity, and his tone became softer and more polite when he spoke.
"What's the situation on the central battlefield now?"
"It's okay, I'm just here by myself."
Wang Bodang wanted to ask something else, but he saw the patrol officer shook his head, indicating that he should not ask anything.
He looked forward, and those lying on the ground were all patrollers!
Who could have done it? Even the patrol officers couldn't take it down.
"Did a strong man in the heroic realm take action?"
The patrol officer didn't say anything, but shook his head again, pointed at the people on the ground, and signaled to Uncle Wang to come and help him clean up the battlefield.
Even though Wang Bodang had doubts in his heart, he couldn't say much. He was shaking his head whether the hero had come or because he hadn't taken down the man. But from the looks of it, it seemed that the patrol officers were frustrated.
He casually inserted the spear into the ground, and when he was about to dig a hole and bury the man lying on the ground, he found that the man still had a faint breath and was "firmly" grabbing his wrist. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have seen it.
Not coming out...
There are no ghosts or monsters in this world, and there are very few gods. This can only mean one thing!
"He's not dead yet, he's still alive."
Wang Bodang's two words made the patrol officer freeze on the spot, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly under the nose of the fallen man. It was indeed as the young man said, and he hurriedly went to check on the other people. They were all
in this way.
All survived but were seriously injured.
The figure of the fair-skinned young man flashed in his mind. If he really defected... how could he keep anyone under his command?
While thinking, I saw a large number of people coming from behind, and their figures slowly appeared in the eyes of the patrol officer.
There were probably dozens of people, wearing armor and silver helmets, stained with blood, and white tiger prints on their epaulettes...
Just like Wang Bodang, these people all came from the center of the battlefield. He looked at Wang Bodang, who waved his hands helplessly, saying that he didn't know clearly and wanted to get angry, but he still held back the anger in his heart.
These are the mainstays of the battlefield and should be treated gently.
"When you come here, what will happen on the battlefield?"
I thought that these people couldn't explain why, but I never thought that the golden words would come out as soon as they opened their mouths: "Easy to say, wherever we are, there is the center of the battlefield!"
After these people, there are a group of countless beast kings coming here. The aura they exude is not something that a low-level ranger in the battlefield can bear. The legs of the ranger who was talking to them kept shaking.
, but still mustered up all the energy to shout:
"Evacuate!"
Quickly, all the patrol officers disappeared within a few breaths, including those who were seriously injured on the ground.
It's just that others don't know that there is another person who disappeared together with the patrol officer.
Wang Bodang.
………………
Yi Xifeng stood in the broken pit, looking at the four people in front of him from a distance. This battle was extremely difficult for him. The clothes on his upper body had long been torn, revealing his strong body, which was covered with wounds.
with blood, but at the same time it also adds a touch of resolute demeanor.
Even so, it just looked very intimidating, and the aura that burst out from his body was no different from before. The wounds on his body were all superficial wounds, and there were only a few wounds that really hurt him.
Among the four, the man in white was in much better condition than Yi Xifeng.
His white clothes were only slightly damaged, and apart from that, all that was left was the mask stained with some blood.
"Those who defect cannot escape." The man in white said with a chilling tone.
He never thought that the four of him could not reach the next level of Xiaocheng Realm.
Training both internally and externally is really scary, hard and smelly after a small amount of success.
Ignoring the words of the man in white, the fair young man moved his feet slightly and changed his figure again, sheathed his sword and turned into a fist, and rushed straight towards the man in white, simply and without any moves at all.
After fighting so many times, only this kind of close combat can hurt the opponent. No matter how strong Ye Jian Hanxing is, in the face of the little rules of heaven and earth that the latter understands, the damage is not as direct as that of fists, and even more serious.
weak.
Yi Xifeng's fist was so fierce that if there were other people around him, the fist would probably leave scars on that person's face wherever it passed.
But at the next moment, the white-skinned young man who still maintained his attacking posture was easily neutralized by the man in white, and with the combined efforts of the other three, he was blasted into the earth again.
"puff--"
A stream of blood spurted out from Yi Xifeng's mouth. Although he had only achieved a small degree of body refining, it would be too much to keep fighting at such a strong pace.
But fortunately, his blood was still very strong, still tumbling, and his pupils also showed extreme fighting spirit.
"A lot of nonsense."
After Yi Xifeng stood still, he let out a light scold, and the energy in his body rose again. He took a step forward, and the energy and blood seemed to have turned into real objects, constantly washing away the meridians in his body.
——Nine Yang God and Demon Skill
When the fair young man practiced the God and Demon Kung Fu, it was not just to improve his ability to take beatings.
Divine and Demonic Skills, attacking from the outside to the inside, with a main effect of shock.
So far, Yi Xifeng has been undefeated with one against four, which is already a great miracle. However, if he wants to win this victory, he can only defeat them one by one.
The fair young man could also see that maybe they were ordered by someone, and these people just wanted to take him down. If not, if they really wanted to kill him, he would have no chance of survival.
This has been the case since ancient times, killing is easy to catch.
He only felt that the man in white did have murderous intentions towards him, but he was always merciful.
These are enough to show that there is a pair of invisible hands behind this pursuit, but now we don’t know who it is that can motivate so many strong people.
Either a hero or a saint!
"You are using me as a chess piece." Yi Xifeng saw clearly the stakes in this in a blink of an eye. But even so, he was helpless. He was just a small knight with a small level of success. How could he talk to the heroes?
It’s an arm-wrestling from Saint.
Pretend to be ignorant, try your best to escape from here, and take out the Xizhou Sword.
"not enough!"
Yi Xifeng shouted in a low voice, and the ground under his feet gradually dented as his skills were running. At this moment, the doubts and potential in the fair young man's body turned into "flames" and exploded.
At one time, he took three steps forward, each step forcibly improving his condition. The internal energy in his body was connected with the meridians, and the power in his muscles was continuously compressed.
The true energy and blood boil together, burning everything, in exchange for the most dazzling combat power at close range...