Zhan Long

"Be careful!"

Li Mu looked at the distance and said: "Fang Geyu has to move again!"

I look far away. It seems that a group of myths has indeed moved forward. Fang Song holds a paper fan and looks at us indifferently. He does not easily shoot, and his shot is to kill.

"What are they doing?" asked the month.

Matcha MM 睁 Daming: "The location here, there is only one answer... dagger..."

"Dagger?" trembled: "Fang Ge 阙 this mother gun, who wants to swear the first?"

I look at Luo Lei behind me, faintly said: "Of course, to kill the Duke of Luo Lei, he died, the defeat of the Eight Desert City will be a foregone conclusion, no one can get the victory of this city battle."

The ethereal clouds and smoke clenched the iron fist: "Let him die, still want to kill the eight dead city monarch, asked us not?"

Hanbei said: "How do you respond specifically?"

I snorted and said: "We are adjacent to the NPC, and we must protect them at any time. The fire plough is too strong. No one in the eight deserted cities can withstand him. Fang Geling understands this, Luo Lin, Liu Shuang, Su Ke. These BOSS-level NPCs have been seriously injured, and only those of us can resist the myth!"

"Ok!"

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In the air, the fire plough stood proudly in the wind, with one palm in hand, and the raging flame once again swallowed a group of eight deserted iron rides on the ground. A strong scorching smell permeated the nose, but almost everyone was numb. This is war.

The battle is nearing the end, and the players in the Eight Desert City, Jiuli City and the NPC are running out. The impact battle on the plain has changed from the original 10W order to thousands of orders of magnitude. Even the Barrens of the Eight Deserts can only send out the number. The array of 100 people was charged, but no one gave up. This purple maple fortress is located between the two main cities, and the strategic position is too important.

"Hey!"

Luo Lin stood up and twitched, pulled out another sabre and shouted: "The cold dragon city, attack, give me all the people who crushed the city!"

Above the ground, 1000 Devouring cavalry are ready to go, and the hussars ride on the snow wolf. The snow wolf is sturdy and powerful, with a **** color on the squatting teeth, facing the distance. The soldiers of Jiuli City shouted and seemed to be eager to smother their flesh and blood. Finally, Luo Lin had decided to use the final trump card.

The frost supported the white horse and whispered: "Adult, do you really want to send out the spirited cavalry? They...they are the last troops of our dragon city..."

Luo Lin nodded: "Well, I know, but for the eight deserted city, for the father, I have to do this, frost, you don't need to say anything, I know what I am doing!"

Flowing the dagger: "Hey, I know..."

......

A thousand Devouring cavalry rushed out of the blade, and the mighty army swept the remnant army of the other Scorpio Corps. Lin Biao was cut off by Angela and could not fight again with a serious injury. Wei Feichi went to the direction of Jiuli City. It seems that the Scorpio Army is about to be destroyed by the whole army. However, as long as Lin Biao does not die, 80% of the war damage will be restored after the war. The Scorpio Legion is still the mainstay of Jiuli City.

The remaining seven legions of the Eight Deserts City sent the final force to fight, and together with the cold dragon city, strangled, about 1.5W attacked the other 2W people, the outcome is unknown.

Luo Lin and the smog looked up at the fire plough in the air, and the fire plough looked at them as well. No one swayed.

"Oh...hey..."

The golden blood dripped on the sand, and the body of the fire plow was a little crumbling.

The frost licked the red lips and said: "The fire plow has lost a lot of blood, and the combat power is seriously depleted. Then we consume it. Maybe we have the opportunity to kneel down his head and remove the fire plow. In fact, Jiuli City is not afraid. It is."

Luo Lin nodded: "Well, I am waiting for this opportunity!"

......

At this moment, the player’s killing sound came from afar. My eyes were cold. Qing Jian said: “The mythical person finally came, MLGBD, Fang Ge阙 finally couldn’t help it?!”

Li Mu raised his sword: "Brothers, ready to fight!"

The mythical guild 1W people came to the forefront, Fang Gejun personally led the team, the paper fan gently waved: "Whether it is a player or NPC, but all the people who block us to go to the road!"

A team of about eight hundred people of the ruined kings of the Guardian rushed to the past, but was directly smashed by the mythical arrows, shelling, and magic, just less than half a minute!

"Fuck..."

The ethereal cloud smoked a hole and said: "There are only less than 100 people in the protection of the knight, the purely remote team opens the way, the square song is really kind of TMD. Is this a scoring tactic to eat all the high-end NPCs of us and the eight deserted cities?"

"That's it..." Hanbei's arm trembled a little: "Fang Geyu saved the 1W people's preparation, just to wait for this moment to come. Now, he finally waited..."

I didn't talk, and I rushed out with Qin Wangjian. I shouted: "Protect on the front line. Once they are close to 50 yards, we will immediately charge ourselves and kill one more!"

"it is good!"

The members of the three major guilds of 1,500 people stood by and watched Fang Songqi and others kill.

"70 yards!"

"60 yards!"

"50 yards! Offensive!"

With a long sword, I rushed out. He, Li Mu, Yunyun Yunyan, Matcha and others followed me to go forward, and the remote and treatment also kept up. This is our last fight against death.

......

"Hey..."

Arrows and magic-intensive bombardment on my body, I frowned, waiting for the treatment of the hanging potter, while giving myself a life-threatening technique, when the distance is less than 30 yards, the wings around the wrist rotate, the gods The seven-star position was released almost at the same time, stepped into the seven-star position, and teleported into the mythical crowd!

"Hey!"

Qin Wangjian blew, the seven-star broken Yue smashed out, the body whirls, the cold iron sword chopped the neck of an archer, double-edged roundabout, the whole person was slashed like a windmill-like crowd, attracting a lot of firepower At the same time, it also constantly absorbs the other's blood!

Behind the body, Li Mu rushed over with Lu Chunyang. The two men did not make a variety of tactics. After a round of blasting, they became bloody, and the fire and rain were intensive. Li Mu’s blood turned to the bottom, but he swayed the sword. The blade, "噗" pierced the shoulder of Lu Chunyang!

"2327!"

Lv Chunyang did not say anything, and the hollowed out, directly slashing Li Mu from the state of residual blood, but has not yet had a good time, a flame fox's claws culled on him, followed by the snowy sea The arrow was successfully killed, and Lu Chunyang screamed and fell to the ground. The vice-president of the myth was also killed by Li Mu and others.

"flood!"

The spiral ice dance rose, and the front row of cockroaches was immediately bound by the square songs. In a rage, the goods jumped up, and the barbarian fleas locked the square songs!

"brush!"

"MISS!"

Fang Ge阙 folded backwards once, avoiding the sly attack. As a result, the barbarian flea only killed an archer, and the cockroach was still under the restraint time of the spiral ice dance, and the chest was full of arrows. It became a state of residual blood, and once again entered the state of shocking, but unfortunately only a short 7 seconds, 7 seconds to end, a flame of Fang Songyu directly took away our first Berserker.

In the crowd, Song Han’s impact footsteps also stopped instantly, and they were killed by the fire!

......

"Fuck..."

Gone with the clouds and anger: "How can it hang so fast..."

Not far away, Xuanyuan Feng once hit, the clouds and clouds immediately retreated, and sent me a message: "Happy, with the killing Xuanyuan Maple!"

"it is good!"

Facing Xuanyuan Feng's rifle, the smoky smog roared, the left arm lingered around the Qinglong cyclone, and the "嘭" sounded directly back, the Xuanwu **** A blessed, the Suzaku 斩 斩 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕Hey, continuous rushing into the killing, but did not kill the other side, too many people add blood to Xuanyuanfeng!

"Ding!"

On the King of Qin, the golden six-pointed star suddenly appeared. I stepped into the shaking position of the seven-star position and sent it to the back of Xuanyuan Maple. At the same time as the combo skills broke out, the two swords fluttered and instantly cut out 5 swords!

"Ah..."

Xuanyuan Feng suffered a lot of pain, so I was killed by the ethereal cloud and smoke, but at this time, the foot is cold, the ice fire storm skills, Fang Ge's own skills!

"kill him!"

The ethereal clouds and smoke carry the long swords and sing the square songs. However, the songs are fascinated by the magical drag distance. In the end, the blood of the ethereal clouds is exhausted and slowly falls to the ground. The eyes are full of unwillingness: "kill ...kill him, how can you lose like this..."

......

The lord of the dynasty hangs down the city. This is our huge loss. The cold monument carries the iron sword, rushes in the crowd, and slowly falls down. It lacks the cover of the cold monument. Who is behind the blue face and the red face? The two MMs also smashed the object of the mythical swordsman slashing. In the twinkling of an eye, we have collapsed.

"Happy brother...!!"

The sound of the moon's shallowness almost cried: "We are going to have no one, we can't play like this, we can't play like this..."

I am slashing in the crowd, but I can't do anything about it.

Admiral Lian Po said in the guild channel: "The lord, retreat, and then fight no one really, we have killed a lot of mythical people, the effect of the attack has reached ah..."

"Okay, retreat!"

With a wave of swords, I want to go back to the rushing, but I saw that the bodies of the land were full of corpses. The bodies of Song Han, Li Mu, and others were there. When I was, I wanted to take them to the world and win every battle. But now I have been lying here unwillingly...

......

"Hey!"

Behind him, a Martian splattered, Matcha was slashed back by a swordsman of the other side, but stood proudly with a shield. She glared at the above-mentioned beauty, and glanced at the badge of the dragon on her shoulder, and looked up. The square songs in front of me and others: "I will come to the old hall, the dragon will never lose to you!"

Fang Ge’s eyes are cold: “Kill!”

In the devour of flames and frost, the body of Matcha MM slowly fell down.

......

I can see a pain in my heart. Is there really a miracle in the face of such a strong opponent?