Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Blood at the city gate can also warm the heart, who said that the soul of a hero is not as good as the spring breeze..."

The seventh step.

Chu Yu's face was as pale as paper, he coughed twice, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

With the seventh step, the pressure on the city gate suddenly eased.

A seven-jue heroic soul is like a god of war, fighting in this city gate, slaughtering those monsters.

The most important thing is that there has never been a high-level monster in the demon realm, as if the ones in front of them were sent up for them to kill.

High-level monsters floated in mid-air, just watching from a distance.

"How long can you maintain this state?"

A demon king sneered and mocked.

Chu Yu just raised his head weakly and looked at it, his figure was shaking in mid-air.

The blood in the corpses of these dead monsters flowed continuously along the lines of the formation, gathered, purified energy, and fed it back to the heroic soul.

But even so, it is still not enough.

If things go on like this, without energy, these heroic souls will eventually become silent and dissipate again.

Although they have lost their sanity, they still maintain their fighting instincts, killing frantically among the herd.

But the herd didn't care, just staring at the living people to kill and bite.

It's completely self-damaging [-] and injuring the enemy [-].

This seemingly stupidest and most stupid method made the high-level people of the race frown.

Abandoning all external factors and returning to the original battlefield made them all a little weak.

It is impossible to find a breakthrough from the side, and it is impossible to use force to attack, so it can only fight.

Desperately, desperately bleeding.

A strong man from the Monster Elimination Pavilion rushed out of the group of monsters, flew into the air, and roared loudly.

"Exterminate the demon!"

As the sound fell, the eyes of some monsters in the herd became dazed, their headaches were splitting, and they were in a very strange state.

Soon, they gradually became crazy, as if they lost their minds, and started indiscriminate attacks on the other monsters around them!

And it's a completely desperate style of play.

He rushed over abruptly, even if he died, he would bite off a piece of flesh from those monsters.

"Hey, what the old man left behind is just useful."

"Some of the demons we have caught over the years have been quietly fed with some ingredients, and then sent back to the Demon Realm."

"It's really useful."

Seeing the herd of beasts fall into chaos, the strong man grinned and giggled.

However, the riot only lasted about 3 minutes before subsiding, but it also gave the soldiers of the tribe a little chance to breathe.

"Atai!"

In the distant battlefield, Zhao Zicheng shouted fiercely.

At this time, Zhao Zicheng already had several wounds on his body, especially on his chest, where the bones were already visible.

But Zhao Zicheng didn't seem to notice it.

"I'm here!"

The berserk Artest was not much worse than a monster, his voice was like thunder, his shirt was completely torn, stained with blood, and he couldn't tell which belonged to the enemy and which belonged to him.

He kept running, and finally jumped up violently, grabbed a blue bird in mid-air, dragged it to the ground, tore it apart, and stood in front of Zhao Zicheng.

After completing the alternation, Zhao Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back.

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned against the corner with a pale face, and there was a piercing wound on her chest.

Her forehead was burning hot at this time, and beads of sweat kept dripping.

Da Bai's hair was already soaked with blood, but he guarded vigilantly in front of Xiao Xiao.

"Is it okay?"

The sandbag emerged and hit a cheetah that was about to sneak up heavily, sending it flying.

At the moment of flying out, several heroic souls flickered and wiped them out.

With only time to take a brief look at Lin Xiaoxiao's injury, Zhao Zicheng turned around, looked around, and asked.

"I can't die...ahem..."

Lin Xiaoxiao coughed twice, took out a pill from the pocket embroidered on her clothes, swallowed it, closed her eyes slowly, and completely put her life in Zhao Zicheng's hands.

"That's good."

"Master and Sun Wen made a bet, the first one to eat...is not your table!"

"You're dead, I'm a blood loss!"

"A-Tai, take care of Mu Yu!"

Shouting again, Zhao Zicheng's expression was solemn, and the scar on his cheek looked a little hideous at this moment, as if wriggling on his face.

The sandbag became extraordinarily huge, he took a step back, shrank in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, and leaned against the wall with her, using the sandbag to block her, himself, and Dabai.

From time to time, monsters would attack and hit the sandbags with a bang.

The sandbags almost dissipated several times, but finally stood firm.

Perhaps the only fortunate thing is that, in line with the principle of war of attrition, no high-level monsters have entered the level so far.

This also led to a little more room for them to play.

"Break the soul!"

Mu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes!

The tombstone in front of him trembled violently!

Streams of black air suddenly spread out!

All the monsters within a radius of [-] meters stopped in place strangely, maintaining their previous postures, and the next second their bodies fell to the ground as if they had been neatly cut.

"Ah..."

"My fifth skill..."

"But...a group of...injuries..."

On Mu Yu's icy face, there was barely a smile, but the moment the words ended, he closed his eyes weakly, and fell to the ground.

"What the fuck... dick!"

When the pressure was gone, Zhao Zicheng was stunned for a moment, his head came out from behind the sandbag, and he couldn't help but praise after seeing this scene!

The safety zone of only [-] meters is rapidly shrinking, and more monsters are constantly making up for it.

But there was a little gap, those heroic souls scattered away in an instant, killing to the periphery, trying to expand the safe zone!

On the battlefield, two or three seconds is enough to do a lot of things.

In other words, Mu Yu's attack rewrote the situation on the small-scale battlefield.

If one day Mu Yu gets eight senses and writes on the tombstone...

That scene may be even more terrifying.

The premise is that he can finish writing smoothly.