Peach Fortune Ring

He quietly withdrew, and then checked the other seven holy emperors, and found that their souls were covered in black mist.

"This guy is planning to use these holy emperors to kill me!"

Song Yan sneered, feeling Jiang Fan's insidiousness more and more.

"What about Song Yan?"

Meng Ling communicates with Song Yan.

"Active host, defeat each one, these eight holy emperors are all controlled by Jiang Fan!" Song Yan's voice sounded directly in everyone's minds.

"This damned bastard is making dirty tricks again!" Cheng Xie cursed.

"Yes, this is that guy's style!" Meng Ling also snorted coldly.

then.

They took action, swept away the obstacles in front of them, and then rushed towards a holy emperor on the front left.

But the holy emperor had insight into Song Yan's plan.

He actually split several god emperor fighters directly, and then made peace with another holy emperor.

At the same time, the other six holy emperors also took the initiative to meet each other.

"How cunning!"

Song Yan sneered, if he revealed his strength, it would not be difficult to kill the eight holy emperors. Presumably, this was also Jiang Fan's purpose. He manipulated the eight holy emperors to attack, probably not to kill him.

Instead, I want to find out some of his hole cards.

"retreat!"

Song Yan drank softly, and led the team to kill in another direction.

And the eight holy emperors who will be together took the initiative to kill Song Yan and the others.

"Ha ha!"

Song Yan sneered, and threw out a few pieces of divine crystals, the formulas were pinched again and again, and suddenly, the combined attack formation they formed changed.

"Bang bang bang!"

With the brilliance shining, the combined attack formation they formed exploded with astonishing power.

Within ten meters of the array.

Everyone has a feeling of falling into a swamp, and their bodies become even more sluggish.

"kill!"

Song Yan and his party swung their weapons and cut down the enemy fighters with their swords. There was no enemy at all.

Seeing this, someone took the initiative to join Song Yan and the others.

"Stand behind us!"

Song Yan shouted!

Then, the formation formed by their 17 people formed a sharp knife. Wherever it touched, all the enemy fighters were hit, and the fighters behind them would rush out at this time, beheading those enemy fighters who fell into the swamp. .

"Puff puff!"

The blood is splashing, the blood is burning, and the fighting spirit is boiling.

Three hours later.

The battle is over.

Under the leadership of Song Yan's 17 people, they defeated the enemy's vanguard battalion.

In the end, they lost 3000 men on their side.

The vanguard battalion on the side of Xiyue Kingdom lost 8000 people, and only 2000 people fled back.

Ming Jin withdraws his troops.

The Pioneer Battalion retreated.

On that night, 17 people from Song Yan received a total of five Hongmeng crystals as rewards.

At the same time, a Creator-level commander summoned Song Yan and his party for questioning.

The commander said: "After three battles, you can already leave the vanguard battalion. Now, you have two choices. One is to leave the battlefield directly, and the other is to join my command!"

"My lord, can we discuss it?"

Song Yan looked at Qianfu Changchang and said.

"I'll give you half a quarter of an hour, discuss it carefully, and let me know when you think about it!"

The commander walked away and went to talk to other people.

"What do you think?"

Song Yan asked.

Meng Ling analyzed: "This is the host's last PK match. I think the person behind the scene who controls all this will never come up with such a simple task. This is probably a chain task, so we'd better stay It's better in the barracks!"

Song Yan nodded secretly, feeling that Meng Ling's analysis made sense.

"I think it's better to leave the barracks! It's too dangerous here!" Others offered different suggestions.

In the end, including Song Yan, five of the 17 people wanted to leave the barracks, and the remaining 12 were willing to stay.

So, Song Yan found the commander again.

Regarding those who were about to leave, the commander did not say much, but sent them away together.

The rest were formed into a centurion by him.

There are 110 people in this centurion, of which nine are the Holy Emperor.

The centurion began to lecture: "I will not arrange a centurion for you. If you want to be a centurion, you can recommend yourself to me!"

"My lord, this subordinate is willing to give it a try!"

A holy emperor shouted.