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The flesh and bones splattered, and blood flowed into a river.

The two sides have become mortal enemies, and this is a battle to gain wealth and name.

Some people keep falling down and some people keep getting seriously injured.

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With a light sound that could not be more light and sharp, the Siriana Sea Witch stared like a cowbell, and a penetrating wound with a bowl-small mouth on her chest instantly ignited a golden flame, slowly swallowing her huge body.

There was infinite horror in her eyes, and her lips painted in black and purple opened helplessly. She wanted to scream, she wanted to ask for forgiveness, and her face was twisted to deform, but she could no longer make any moves.

The sea witch who was born in the octopus clan slowly fell...

Shaville and Mingfengcao leaned against each other, supporting each other and protecting each other.

Shaville condensed a golden flame spear again. After a long battle, his speed of gathering power gradually slowed down. So far, he has shot down no less than twenty enemies, but these enemies have quickly cooperated to form a defense circle. Every time, more than a dozen or twenty people have jointly resisted his golden flame spear. Ants can bite the elephant to death. There are many people and strong power. Now Shaville's spear is difficult to work in one blow.

The successful killing of Cyriana was because the octopus monster was too careless and thought the enemy was already in a downturn and took the risk of breaking away from the protection circle, so he was killed by Shaville with one blow.

Ming Fengcao looked at Siriana's expression calmly, and the light bow was quietly pulled open. Nine light arrows shot out in different directions at the same time, leading the remaining four blood clan dukes Philip out of the afterimages, and firmly resisting the high-speed attack figures ten meters away.

Beside the two, Han Junyang, who also had wounds everywhere on their bodies, waved his hand to build a large wall of strange purple thorn vine. Behind him were Wang Bing and Lin Yu who were seriously injured. One of Lin Yu's big black wings was torn off, and the remaining one was hanging behind him, and blood was dripping from the wound.

In order to protect Wang Bing, who was almost taken away, Lin Yu's spiritual power had been consumed. He was breathing desperately while leaning on a broad sword, and was still trying hard to gather the remaining power to cooperate with Han Junyang's attack.

Hong, Qiu and Yan are spiritual bodies and are completely immune to ordinary physical attacks. Hong, who is good at defense, is next to Wang Bing. Qiu and Yan have extremely high attack power and are constantly rushing to the enemy's defense circle and harassing the enemy.

Wang Bing was placed on the softest green vine he built by Han Junyang, and countless soft and thin vine leaves held her up. Wang Bing was the first and most seriously injured. Her combat field was the first line of defense, and there were four people among the enemies who could also expand the field. After supporting for half an hour, Wang Bing consumed a lot of spiritual power by the wheel battle.

Five people and three elves faced a enemy array of nearly a hundred people. She was so disadvantageous. In order to protect the attacks at Han Junyang's heart that were close to the S-level level, she paid the price of being seriously injured and unconscious.

Fortunately, it is enough to attack the S-level level, which is also an extremely precious attack scroll among these enemies. There is no second one, otherwise they would not be able to get it right.

——They suffered a loss of too few people!

The light-colored silk skirt that Ming Fengcao wore was cut from his waist down by some unknown attack. The color of his underwear could almost be seen. A wound that ran across the front and back of his fair waist was soaked in large pieces of fabric.

But Ming Fengcao did not show any pain. Her bloody fingers gently tucked on the strings of the light bow, almost numb, pulling the bow again and again to shoot powerful light arrows, resisting the enemy's endless attacks again and again.

Shaville held the spear tightly, feeling Ming Fengcao's body tremble slightly, and her body temperature was cold. He held her in front of him with his back hand. The tip of the spear shook, and countless golden flames shot like arrows, forcing several blood clan dukes who had no life to rush back.

On his left body, from his shoulders to his left leg, was a big wound that was deeply scratched and visible to his bones. The extremely resilient body tissue was trying hard to repair itself, but evil black smoke flowed on the wound, which greatly hindered the healing process.

This is the price of the enemy's second S-level attack in order to protect Ming Fengcao.

"Cao'er?" Even though the enemies were around, Shaville's voice to Ming Fengcao was still extremely soft.

"It's okay." Ming Fengcao calmed down and replied. The two of them didn't even have time to exchange their eyes. She kept her posture in Shaville's arms, pulled the bow and shot the arrow, and forced the enemy back again.

The Silver Flame Chariot has disappeared due to too much loss, and their second line of defense has been consumed. Now the people who are responsible for the defense are Ming Fengcao, Han Junyang and Hong, and Shaville's main attack. Facing the storm-like attack of the enemy Bao Cheng's group, they have been almost stern and dangerously for half of their enemies to die.

This is not a time to rest. If you don’t kill these people today, everyone in their family will die!

One of the blood tribe dukes suddenly screamed and fell down. After being hit by the light arrow of Mingfengcao, his chest was pierced. This was not a fatal injury. His flesh and blood were squirming and repairing, but he did not notice that a small green seed had landed in the exposed flesh and blood with the wind, taking root and sprouting, growing strong at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless tender green vines emerged from the wound and lushed into a large area in a moment.

When a layer of lilac flowers bloomed on the green vine, the green vine was already entangled with a lifeless snow-white bone, which fell heavily to the ground and shattered. The blood clan is not immortal. As long as the core of the heart is destroyed and the flesh and blood dies, they will also die.

Han Junyang looked at the ground with expressionless expression, waved his hand, and countless fine seeds of the bone-eating vine continued to drift with the wind.

From the beginning, both sides never ended in this battle. The enemy, regardless of whether they were alive or dead, has lost half of the enemy to this day, but Ming Fengcao's side was only seriously injured. Although the rest was obviously hard to support, they still firmly resisted all attacks. Their seemingly weak defense line was still out of reach.

Such strength has made the hearts of Elizabeth fortune teller and others who have learned to hang out together.

I thought these young people were just talented and lucky, but in the face of their violent blows like storms, they could still afford complete defenses and have not been exposed to such strength. If everyone had not gathered nearly a hundred people today, but came alone, I am afraid that even the bones would not exist now!

Such terrible young people! They are not ordinary psychics, but monsters!

——The younger and stronger, Elizabeth and others, who have lost half of them, are unable to retreat like this, and they dare not retreat like this. Both sides are already full of blood hatred!

No matter how many people die today, these young people must be killed. Otherwise, as long as they get a little breathing opportunity, in the future, all the strong men of race gathered here today will inevitably be wiped out!

Elizabeth protected the only two remaining fortune tellers and screamed hoarsely: "Don't die - Don't die -! Shaville, Ming Fengcao, Han Junyang, Lin Yu, Wang Bing! Look at how many of you are now, we still have forty-two! You are in a state of mortality today, I advise you not to struggle anymore!" The spiritual power was consumed, and Elizabeth's tone seemed to be insufficient, and the intimidation was greatly weak.

Ming Fengcao smiled softly: "Although you all live dozens or hundreds or thousands of years more than us, they are much more innocent than us."

Her eyes were still beautiful and innocent, with endless evil spirits: "They are so arrogant, the ones are so sad, and the ones are so sad that they are not afraid of death, he. Damn, even if our family is all dead here today, you must be buried with you before death! If one of the five of us is lucky enough to escape from birth, you blood clans, divination sects, and octopus clans, will be waiting to be destroyed one day!"

He was full of murderous aura and everyone knew very well that what Ming Fengcao said was by no means false words.

Duke Philip looked back and his mouth was full of astringentness and regret. He couldn't help but bursts of cold and fear filled his heart.

In addition to him, there are only two dukes left in the blood clan today. The blood essence, which was originally extremely abundant in his body, is now only 30%. His attack speed has become stagnant due to injuries in many parts of his body. Speed ​​is everything about the blood clan. When the stagnant body dodges the opponent's irrational attacks, the probability of completely dodging is extremely low.

Although he has lived for thousands of years and has experienced the darkest period of the Middle Ages in Europe, his hands are stained with countless human and non-human blood, and Duke Philip has also developed the desire to retreat.

The five people of Shaville, together with the three legendary elves, thought they were a piece of fragrant fat, and could easily be taken into their pockets - but they knew that they were actually a hard bone that could not be harder. Duke Philip had to admit that he was confused by their too young and too free appearance. He was confused by the almost harmless style of people and animals after these young people appeared in the psychic world!

He easily agreed to the instigation of the old thing Siriana and led the five most powerful brothers of the family to come here. Most of the family's strength was lost, and now he is still deeply trapped in this quagmire and cannot escape!

Now even if all these five people can be transformed into blood clan blood to make up for the losses, the strength of his blood clan has been greatly damaged, which has become an irreversible fact!

"Ho... the fight was so lively! You guys had a lot of fun, right? Now I just let me pick a peach when I say "Shen Lord Shen!" A voice that was as gentle as the spring breeze, and I couldn't tell the difference between men and women, and a pressure that absolutely surpassed the A-level was lowered!
Chapter completed!