Divine Doctor Waste Chai Concubine

Chapter 876 Bloody Rain (6)

With a wave of Murong Xu's hand, golden flames shot out from his fingertips and shot towards the corpses on the ground. With a bang, the flames landed on the ground, like flames gradually entering a frying pan, and instantly burned. All the corpses were covered by golden flames. Brake, turn into ashes...

At the same time, Murong Xu untied a few fire circles again, and this time released more than 5000 people. As soon as the fire circles were lifted, everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Group swung their swords once more like hungry wolves pouncing on tigers, and slashed fiercely. go.

"Kill, kill, it's a death anyway, if you don't resist, you can only die faster!" Everyone in the blood wolf mercenary group was red-eyed, and one or two of them came to their senses, rose up to resist, and started fighting with the Rising Sun mercenary group However, their swords are fast, and the swords of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group are even faster. The people of the Rising Sun Mercenary Group have already removed the head before they are unsheathed.

This is the difference, this is the gap between the elite and the mediocre. When it comes to close combat, everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Corps who has been deliberately trained for several months is not bad. This group of blood wolf mercenary team members gathered at random can be compared.

Blood splattered, heads fell to the ground, screaming, screaming, wailing... One after another, the blood wolves fell down. Everyone in the Rising Sun Mercenary Corps was like a killing god, killing one after another, taking one life after another.

Mo Zhe squandered the long sword in his hand. He didn't know how many lives he had killed. He only knew that heads kept falling from his feet, blood splashed everywhere, and the blood on the nose was thick, and his eyes were blood red. kill.

The remaining members of the Rising Sun Mercenary Corps were all red-eyed, their eyes were red, their blood was boiling, they were excited and excited, watching the blood wolf players end their lives in their own hands, all of them were even more eager to fight, and there was a kind of distortion pleasure.

These people used to drive them to a dead end in the same way, and once, it was the same way, they killed their brothers.

Today, they seek a thousand times for their dead brothers, vent their humiliation a thousand times, and the despair and helplessness they were driven to a desperate situation.

If it weren't for the leader, they would have died in the cave like smoked rabbits. If it wasn't for the leader, they would have already become a strand of dead souls, their bodies rotted, melted into the soil, and died in embarrassment.

These people came again, don't blame them for their cruelty, because this is how this world is, the strong prey on the weak, either you die, or I die, if you don't want their lives today, tomorrow, they will die themselves.

Slaughtering, blood, and screams, the Rising Sun Mercenary Group turned into God of Killing, wandering around, ruthless and vigorous, and corpses fell one after another.

From being decisive and fierce at the beginning, slowly numb to inertia, the action of swinging the sword has almost become unconscious, like a dream, where flesh and blood are intertwined. In the dream, they humiliated and killed all directions.

Murong Xu stood with him, standing with the ghost emperor, and had a panoramic view of everything.

Many, many people fell down, too much blood flowed out, dyed the grass red, polluted the air, and even the moonlit night was covered with a layer of blood, and the shrill screams and wailing resounded throughout the entire Magic Ridge. All the beasts are ready to move, smelling the blood, wanting to come out at night to look for food.

The ghost emperor's aura was released, and the intimidating coercion instantly suppressed the restless herd, obediently lying in the nest, not daring to take a step.

Even if the Rising Sun Mercenary Group killed quickly and decisively, even if many people lay down, it was not enough. Compared with the 80 troops, those dead mercenaries were mediocre.

(End of this chapter)