The players who rushed past us saw the potions and coins scattered on the ground, and they thought happily: It turns out that there was a battle, otherwise there were no such things. It seems that the guy Chongtian Jian did not lie, but their eyes are a bit weird. Is Boss already dead? They didn't think that so many people just killed a few wooden armored spearmen, and now can Bosss be removed with more than a dozen assassins? But for just so long, they would not be able to think slowly. If they move slowly, they can't even see what Bosss looks like.

Looking at the followers who rushed into the fork, Chongtian Jian raised his mouth slightly, and the smile floating on his face was filled with coldness and cunning, and he whispered: "Go, this is the opportunity I give you. You must perform well for me, don't let me down." Then he sent a team message, leaving forty people to be responsible for the breaking of the rear, and the rest met with them according to the original team type, preparing to hunt down Boss. After reading the news, everyone's eyes were shining. They were ready to try, and even the weak female priests couldn't wait, as if they forgot the shock brought by the bloody scene at the beginning. They really had the scars and forgot the pain.

The unharmed Boss was waiting for the followers to humiliate them, and the assassins who had no way to explore were surprised by their arrival. Only the group of wooden soldiers who had disappeared in the dark aisle had returned, lined up to wait for these blind guys. The killing just now seemed to make them feel a little unsatisfied, and their brown bodies were also a little rosy because they were stained with the blood of the invaders, as if a piece of dry wrinkled kraft paper was splashed with vermilion pigment.

Those followers were like a group of rash fish, breaking into the fishing nets made of steel guns and iron arrows. The swaying fluorescent lights vaguely reflected the arrow branches that broke through the air. The long arrow branches easily pierced into the bodies of these players, leaving only a slight trembling tail outside. The damage such as -145, -210, -324 floated from the heads of different players one after another. After a rain of arrows, the level of these people was immediately clear at a glance.

The lowest level turned into white light and returned to the city. The better plunge recovery medicine supported it. The bull b only stopped and fucked the guy and rushed up. Different people's hearts were like a similar sound: I x, the boy Chongtian Jian gave us a penis; what? Now there are jackals in front and tigers and leopards behind. That boy used us as a shield. His gutter capsized; Boss didn't see it, and he came to be a bunch of ghosts and was fucked...

The Chongtian Sword behind, the blood-stained territory and arrogance Lingyun, also led a special team, staring at the front, and the weapons shaking in their hands rolled several red cold lights along the light from time to time. The long-range attacks of the archer and the wizard were ready. Just wait for a command, killing them all, no matter whether they are human or monsters.

However, since they have the courage to follow up and are not afraid of the threat in the words of the Chongtian Sword, it means that these followers are either outlaws, backgrounds and backstages, or they are simple-minded and do not know how to write the word "fear". Since they are surrounded, they will not be able to wait for death, and they will have to fight to the death.

An orc knight in a sky blue armor raised a diamond shield with a faint golden light in one hand and followed the thick and heavy hammer in the other hand. He was lucky, and the effect of the impact shield was fully exerted. The wooden armored gunman was struck with a long spear in a dizzy manner. The blue ribbed gun head pointed straight at the orc knight's chest, and did not continue to complete its mission, penetrated this flesh-and-blooded body and touched the beating heart at a distance. The weight of the heavy hammer was not light, and the hardwood body that was hard to cut through the sharp dagger was a little helpless against such a blunt weapon, and it came out with the hammer's knock.

There were pits, and it seemed that the orc knight was not low, and the players who were following him with swords were obviously not mediocre. They cooperated with sending sword lights to the wooden armored spearmen, ignoring the attacks of the wooden armored archer and the spearmen beside him. When the three of them turned into white light, the targeted wooden armored spearmen also made a few strange sounds and fell down. He drank, as if something was still loud on his body. The orc quickly bent down and picked it up. Several ribbed spears that Weng Weng's hissing slammed into him a few "pop" sounds. It was probably a good equipment that exploded. The orc's face turned into white light with a smile.

Four wooden armored archers pointed the arrows in their hands directly at several human priests who kept fighting for the players in front of them, and the archers on one side also targeted the wizards wearing black robes and hiding their faces in the hood. It was they who summoned crackling fireballs that gave them the greatest damage to the wood attribute. Since they threw fire, the wooden armored archers responded with arrows.

The cold blue-quenching iron arrows are the absolute weapon in the hands of the wooden armor bow. The flexible and elastic strings of the alloy bow give them the greatest lethality. How could those mages be the opponents of these guys just wearing thin and light clothes? They were pierced by the sharp arrow branches, withering like flowers destroyed by the wind, leaving with regret and helplessness. Without the support of the mages, how long can those players who are already fighting each other last? The answer can be found in the long spears of the wooden armor soldiers. The blood is not over, and the battle continues...

Hearing the shouts in front of him gradually changed from high to weak, Chongtian Jian turned his head proudly to the blood-stained territory, and arrogant Lingyun said to me: "The role of those snatching bricks is probably almost over. Brothers, it's time for us to play. I don't know if they have forced the Boss out."

"Haha, with their few people, it would be nice to help us cut off a few more monsters. How could we expect them to force out Boss?" Xueshuang said, raising the axe in his hand.

"No matter how many monsters there are in front, no matter whether the wave ss comes out or not, we will hang the fixed wave ss today." The arrogant and powerful words expressed everyone's thoughts.

Treacherous hero, treacherous hero, sent those players as a rush without any effort. Now is the time when the wooden monsters are proud. We are just killing each other, just like cooking, mastering the heat just right. If the players are venting the outer flames at the beginning, then we are like restraining internal fire, trying to burn those annoying mechanical soldiers. I thought to myself, and took out three bottles of blood-sucking potions from my backpack and handed them on them, and said generously: "Then, it's all for this. This is blood-sucking potions. There are too few materials. I have only refined five bottles. Take three bottles. Let's go back and count them."

After taking the blood-sucking potion, the eyes of Chongtianjian and the other three flashed with greed again, and they shouted: "You kid still buried such a good thing, so I won't take it out soon. I'll help you prepare more for your brothers next time. Money is not a problem. It seems that alchemy is a good profession, and you have to ask a few brothers to study when you go back."

Damn, if you don’t hide good things, can you just give them selflessly? Damn, I can’t compete with you. If it weren’t for rich people, or there were a lot of guys behind me, I would be alone in the world, and how can I not keep anything? I glanced at the 5 bottles in my backpack, and a trace of cunning gaze appeared in my eyes.

Xing Tian came up without knowing the times, stood and said that his waist was not hurting, and he said, "Brother, do you still have a bottle for me to use?"

You kid is worthy of this thing, it’s not that I underestimate your ability. Just your guy, don’t waste my good medicine. The materials are expensive. I have to stay here for a few more days. If I don’t have a level 30, I don’t want to go to the Baishi Mine to mine. If I want to go, I have to make that shit wizard. Damn it, I’m so burning enough. I rolled my eyelids and replied unhappily: “Wait until you kid replace with black iron-level equipment and come to me again. Don’t join in the fun now.”

When Xing Tian heard this, he knew that there was no chance. He blushed and retreated embarrassedly, urging his wife to be careful and go there. It was really rare. He knew that he blushed.

After the brothers and a few of them applied the weapons to the blood-devouring, they shouted at the Sky Sword: "Brothers, let those useless guys see our strength and kill." A pun was used to hit the morale of the remaining players and stimulated their own fighting spirit. Only everyone shouted in unison, and the killing sound shook the passage. Under the leadership of the three elder brothers, a group of people surrounded the forks.

The blue-purple wind blade, the dark red fireball, the silver-white ice arrow... like a horizontal burning dazzle, squeezed me, and it touched it and crisscrossed it and greeted the group of wooden armored soldiers. The sharp long arrows also immediately played the role of suppressing the opponent's wooden armored archers, eating them tightly, and called them special operations teams. In fact, the players of pure suicide squads were blessed in a lot of states. Under the leadership of three crazy guys, they were like three sharp sharp knives tore open the originally stylish team of the wooden armored soldiers, and divided the archers and spearmen into three parts, fighting each other.

The blood-stained territory waved the huge axe in his hand, but unfortunately there was only one. Otherwise, the whole Black Tornado II would have been burly. The powerful blunt weapon hit the wooden armored spearmen. Due to the extra blood from the priest behind, there was no sign of defeat in the powerful duel...

His arrogant steps were like flowing water, shuttled through the team of wooden archers. As long as someone raised his bow to prepare for archery, his sky-blue ice and snow guardian sword would definitely come to report, and the direct troops behind him guarded his empty gate tightly to ensure his safety factor...

Chongtian Jian held a flat bright yellow shield in one hand and the double-edged giant sword in the other hand, and did not take these wooden armored soldiers seriously at all. What made him so relieved was a priest team led by his sister Yanyu Xiaoxiao to protect him from blood recovery. The orcs behind him used their strong bodies to block many flying arrows and guns...

Xing Tian followed the arrogant Lingyun and entered the state of selflessness. The boy held the hilt of the sword in his hands, and his eyes burst out with the fighting spirit I was once familiar with. He stepped forward and chopped sideways. Yes, his movements were quite smooth. The servant behind him also gave him some care and care in time, otherwise he would not have been called back to the city by the gunmen...

Although I am quite awesome now, I still don’t have the interest in chopping and killing. What am I busy with? I can think about it and go up and help. Now, as long as the person is not dead, I am too lazy to do my best. I will test the effect of my purple gold necklace. I jumped around among the monsters, and I was also slashing around in my hands, all my mind was paying attention to whether I could avoid the terrifying rib gun...

People who were immersed in the slaughtering have forgotten the pain, fatigue, fear, and fear. Although white light still passes through the dark passage from time to time, it is an indisputable fact that there are fewer and fewer wooden armored soldiers. The remaining lucky followers under the massacre of wooden armored soldiers have also lost the desire to fight, and silently put them into the corner, opening their eyes wide to look at our counterattack...
Chapter completed!