The game of the city

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Zhang Bushi’s killing intent skyrocketed, and he directly killed the dozen or so knight commanders.

However, he was already seriously injured, and it didn’t take long for him to hold on.

More than a dozen knightly spears pierced through his chest, and the long knife fell from his hand to the ground, Zhang Boshi looked down at the spear that pierced his chest and laughed bitterly.

“Hehe, even if it is death, Lao Tzu will pull two cushions.”

“Ah~”

Zhang Bushi used the last trace of strength in his body to rush towards the nearest small commander in front, hugged his neck, and roared, “Die!” ”

“Click!”

The neck has been twisted off.

Zhang Bushi, who fell to the ground, vomited blood in his mouth, his body kept twitching, but there was a smile on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

“Dead fat!”

Fei Lian, the ‘lion’ in the crowd who had the best relationship with Zhang Bushi, roared with grief and indignation when he saw his friend die tragically.

Hearing Fei Lian’s roar, ** other members also saw the picture of Zhang Boshi’s tragic death, their faces showed grief, and their murderous aura soared.

“Ah~ give me all to die!”

490 “Today Lao Tzu sent you all to hell. ”

Ye Wudao, who was fighting with people, glanced at Zhang Bushi who fell not far away, and resounded the memories of the two in high school, when everyone abandoned him at that time, only he had been helping himself and following him.

At first, there were only two of them who founded **, it can be said that Zhang Bushi’s achievements to ** are very great, and the two are comrades-in-arms for seven or eight years, but now, they died tragically here.

Thinking of this, Ye Wudao closed his eyes, feeling a little sad in his heart, but he turned his body full of momentum, filled his whole body, and looked at the golden king on the opposite side with murderous energy.

“My brother died tragically here today, and you must pay for it with your lives!” Ye Wudao looked at the golden king on the opposite side coldly, and as soon as his words fell, he rushed up with his sword.

In the crowd, people on the Huaxia side continued to die, ** Zhang Zhanfeng, Xue Yongyan, Li Xuanhuang, and Dai Jicheng slashed and killed several times their enemies all the way and finally died of exhaustion.

The four Xiaoyi of Tianmen, the gunner, the sandbag, Wang Fatty, Chen Baiqiang and others also fell here.

Mountains of corpses are everywhere, white bones and blood gather into rivers, the sound of killing is in the sky, and the sonorous sound of weapons shakes people’s hearts.

Hongmen Ren Changfeng fought eight innate perfection powerhouses, and finally died with them!

** The world war general Chen Poyu, one person in the innate extreme realm, almost exhausted in the end, and the last knife, split a cardinal bishop in half, losing his combat effectiveness.

Heavenly King War Tiger Xiao Pojun and Hongmen Tang Yin worked together to fight twelve round table against twelve innate extreme realm powerhouses, the two were full of fighting spirit, not only did not worry about the situation, but fought more and more courageously, and now the twelve round table knights have been hacked and killed by the two.

Although Tianmen White Bone is a half-step master, he is a god-level existence on the top, and he will not fall behind in a big battle with him.

Grizzly Bear and Ah Sin each faced the two grandmasters of various countries, and they were unable to fight back.

Although many people died here on the Huaxia side, more enemies died in their hands, and even if they died, they would take the lives of several enemies.

Die generously, do not grieve or cry!

Although those who violate my Huaxia will be condemned from afar!

“Kill!”

In the crowd, a man in black with short hair and sharp short hair, armed with a long gun, burst out murderously, and killed several enemies.

“Hahaha! Lao Tzu is a bald head, you are also bald, look who is powerful! A bald young man dressed in white, clutching his combat knife, looked at a few dervishes on the opposite side, found a sound, and rushed over.

The great war lasted for three days and three nights, and no one (BDBB) flinched, and in their eyes, this group of cultivators from various countries must all die here today.

If not, how can you be worthy of a brother who died in battle? How is it right to get the blood on the body?

They have made up their minds that this battle will either wipe them all out or they will die here.

There is no way back, only to fight to the end!

After three days and three nights of fighting, nearly 200,000 people, now only tens of thousands remain, and everyone is wounded.

Three of Huaxia’s great masters died, three of the five grandmasters who survived twenty years ago, who had already had dark wounds, and the old injuries in this war recurred and fell here.

However, if eleven god-level beings in the alliance forces of other countries died, the others were also wounded.

At this time, they already had the idea of retreating.

Thor looked at the Pope scarred and said, “Retreat, the holy war is over here, the Huaxia side is too strong, don’t lose all of it here.” ”

The Pope sighed, although he wanted to leave all the people of Huaxia, but obviously this was unrealistic, at the moment he was also seriously injured, and he could not continue to fight.

“Okay, just wait for the next jihad!”

Soon the remaining god-level beings in various countries agreed to the idea of retreating, and they didn’t want to continue to kill, but only a small part of the people they brought were almost dead, and if they didn’t retreat, they would all fold here.

The Pope looked at Xie Wendong on the opposite side and shouted in a deep voice: “Xie Wendong, I think this holy war is almost over, if we continue to fight, you and I will not have a good end!” ”

The corner of Xie Wendong’s mouth smiled coldly: “Retreat? Either you die today or we die! ”

“Are you really going to bury all those people you brought here?” King Arthur sneered indignantly towards the Huaxia side.

His heart at the moment can be described as dripping blood, the twelve knights of the round table he brought, each of them is an existence of the innate extreme realm, of which the first and second ranks are comparable to the strength of the half-step grandmaster, but now only four people are left, and each of them is seriously injured, and if they continue to fight, they will definitely die.

This is the foundation of their empire that never sets, and it is so damaged here.

Hearing King Arthur’s words, the battle axe in Xia Yu’s hand raised slightly, and there were blood stains flowing on it, slowly dripping down from the tip of the axe, and the enchanting blood on the tip of the axe and the blade that exuded a cold and cold glow converged, which looked so strange.

“Tell them, are you willing to retreat?”

Xia Yu glanced at the people behind him and asked loudly.

“Either you die or I die!”

“Either you die or I die!”

“Either you die or I die!” _

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