Zhan Yue

At the foot of Lishan Mountain, countless half-orcs wailed. They not only witnessed millions of people being pulled away from their souls, their precious lives were sacrificed to Fan Yi’s sword, but they also witnessed their own king even Fan Yi’s sword. Unstoppable, he also became a victim of the alien demon army's attack on the Four Mountains of Human Race, and he died extremely humiliatingly.

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"You also want to be sacrificed?"

Above the throne, Fan Yi looked at it, and suddenly a great terror shrouded the world, making a group of orc warriors frightened. Fan Yi even sneered: "Continue to attack Lishan, otherwise, you will have the same fate. "

As a result, nearly a million half-orcs continued to storm the defenses of players and NPC troops at the foot of the mountain. In fact, their fate was already doomed. They either died under Fan Yi’s sacrifice or under the player’s sword. The final result It's all the same. This is the result of entrusting the destiny to others. As far as the nine thrones are concerned, the half-orcs are just cannon fodder, and there is no more use.

Under the mountain, after a while, the attack of the Orcs came to an end, and it had all become the player's experience points.

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"Huh, a bunch of trash."

Another throne rose, and on the throne sat a king with a flowing sword intent and a huge sword box behind him. It was the swordsmith Han Ying. He smiled slightly: "Master Fan Yi, let Zai also follow The Four Sacred Mountains of the Human Race had a trick?

"can."

Fan Yi smiled and hid in the clouds, only the Yu Wei of the throne was still hovering in the air.

Han Ying held a huge sword in his hand, pointed the blade forward, and smiled: "Twilight Legion, attack!"

For a time, the mountains and forests were shocked. Countless troops originally belonging to Twilight Sword Blade Tallinn rushed out of the jungle. The entire open forest sea was dyed red, and after Han Ying's order, horses hooves crisscrossed, and countless monsters rushed towards the players' camp.

"Fully guard!"

On the deer formation, Lin Xi stroked the slightly anxious white deer's mane, holding the archangel in her right hand, her figure sank slightly, and said: "The impact from the 355-level cavalry monster must be more violent than the previous half-orc army. There are many people in the front row. Everyone in the front row looks at the right time to release skills such as the blade guard and the ashes barrier. Don't take too much damage. If the blood is lower than 30%, immediately retreat. No one will say that you are timid."

Everyone nodded.

Farther away, the battlefields of Mythology, Fenglin Volcano, Wuji and other guilds are also inspiring and cheering voices from the leader-level players. At this time, every leader is a soul figure in the battlefield, supporting the cornerstone of the human battlefield. The existence of is indispensable.

"Junior Brother."

Looking at the battlefield below the mountain, Senior Sister Yun smiled and asked, "Why don't you participate in the fight this time?"

"It's boring."

I looked at my level and a piece of super-excellent equipment, and smiled: "It’s good to leave the remains of Hydra in town. As for myself, I’m the lord of a country anyway, it’s better to sit on the mountain with my senior sister. When the soldiers look back When I’m here, I’ll feel inspired. That’s enough.”

She smiled and nodded, and said, "That's right."

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Soon after, tens of millions of monsters and tens of millions of players strangled each other. Although Makino Blood Knight and Fire Spirit Knight were both mid-level monsters, they had high levels and strong attributes, and the impact on the players was not ordinary. It is huge, and on the entire front, there are tens of millions of players in contact with players. I don't know how many are constantly refreshing in the open forest.

The advantage of the Alien Army is quite terrifying. Monsters can be refreshed indefinitely. After all, they have sufficient reasons to provide players with sufficient resources for spawning monsters. Infinite refreshing is also appropriate. When these infinitely refreshed monsters are used by the Nine Thrones What kind of result will that be, I am afraid that everyone will be helpless.

The result, as I expected.

In less than half an hour, Han Ying, the swordsmith who was on the throne, was in the midst of the sky, with wisps of luck in the world. He slowly raised his sword and smiled: "It should be... it's almost the same, right? That's the case, then. Come again!"

"Do it."

The voice of Lin Hai, the shadow of death, came from the clouds, and then a blood-red brilliance flew out of the clouds and fell on Han Ying's body, making the swordsmith seem to be a different person for an instant. In order to gain absolute control over the rules of death, the sword blade was raised, his eyes glowing with reddish luster, overlooking all beings, and he shouted in a low voice: "Sacrifice—Warriors of the Twilight Legion, your death will make the final of the Holy Demon Legion. Glory, come on!!!"

The sword light soared, soaring into the sky!

Above the earth, countless units of the Twilight Legion that have not yet stepped out of the open forests wailed. They couldn’t help themselves, standing blankly on the ground. Amid the wailing, there was a constant flow of blood in their open mouths, eye sockets, nostrils, and ears. Being drawn out, even though they were dead, the last life force and the undead fire were sacrificed together. The countless army of the Twilight Legion turned into a **** luster and rose to the sky, and finally all were sacrificed into haunting The wisps of ghosts around the great sword condensed a sword of terrifying strength!

"Asshole..."

A group of Muye Blood Cavalry turned around and looked at the scene of their companion being sacrificed. Their faces were pale. One of them, a thousand commander rank Muye Blood Cavalry, almost cracked his eyes, and roared: "Swordsmith, you beast... if so. Master Tallinn is still alive, how can you tolerate you doing such sordid things!"

However, Tallinn has been hacked to death by our crowded tactics, and even if Tallinn is alive, his strength may not be able to make it to the throne. The final result of the Twilight Legion is still the same.

In the air, the body of the swordsmith Han Ying slowly rises, and countless sparks surround the sword, and even strands of undead flames are drawn from the ground. He ignores the curse of the remnant army of the Twilight Legion, just looking ahead. The NATO Lishan, the corner of his mouth raised, and he said with a smile: "When I was a teenager, I traveled in the Middle-earth Continent, and I wanted to worship a sword sect. However, your human dogs look down on people. This thing... can be said to be hateful. There is no end, so this sword is not only the holy demon army, but also a sword full of hatred by my swordsmiths. Wait... are you ready to take the sword?"

On the top of Lishan Mountain, without the wind, he moved forward with a sword, and said indifferently: "Although the sword is out."

"boom--"

The earth trembles and the mountains are flowing. In the distance, the air transportation of countless rivers in the Xuanyuan Empire is also drawn by the monarch of Xiyue Mountain, turning into strands of blue streams lingering around the sky and the mountains, forming a mountain and water dependency. The stable pattern of the wind, the moment the wind does not hear it, is tantamount to putting on an indestructible ancient armor for Lishan.

"In that case, kneel down and lead the sword!"

Han Ying let out a low roar, and suddenly a sword fell down the Tianhe River. The moment the sword light struck the forbidden mountains and rivers outside Lishan, the sword case behind him suddenly opened, and strands of flying swords fell like fireflies all over the sky. The countless undead fires in the sword light continue to merge, becoming a chain of sword aura that contains the luck of death.

For a time, it was like a heavy rain hitting the thin roof with constant loud noises. The weather defense of the outermost mountain was beaten to pieces and collapsed almost instantly, and then the second and third layers were continuously breached. Although Han Ying may not be able to surpass Fan Yi in kendo, he sacrificed too much soul with this sword. Almost half of the power of the Twilight Legion is contained in this sword.

"Fuck..."

At the foot of the mountain, the crowd of players raised their heads, looking at all this happening in the sky in amazement, and frowned: "Is this really a decisive battle? Is it unruly to give people a chance to spawn monsters? Come up is the big move?"

"indeed."

Kamei frowned her eyebrows lightly: "It's completely out of common sense to play the cards."

Lin Xi looked solemnly silent, and she had nothing to do. The battle between the Throne and the Four Sacred Mountains was indeed beyond the reach of ordinary players, and there was no way at all.

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"Mountains, stand it up for me!"

Without the wind, the golden body buzzed, and the strength kept urging the valley. On the peaks of the mountains, the golden bodies of the mountain kings and gods appeared and turned into strands of mountain weather to help Xiyue’s white clothes. , The entire Xuanyuan Empire was trembling, with the power of a country, resisting the foreign demons. In front of them, accompanied by the continuous collapse of the mountains and the weather, the wind did not hear the teeth, and the golden bodies of Mu Tiancheng, Guan Yang, and Yiping were behind them. The trembling continued, and further away, the mountain gods whose golden bodies were about to collapse were desperate, destroying their cultivation base before dying, exploding the golden bodies, and constantly repairing the mountain scenes that were split by the sword energy.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of mountain gods were wiped out in ashes.

The wind was raging on the mountain. I stood side by side with Senior Sister Yun, and Yuan Qiao's cloak flew up behind me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing the battle in the distance, frowned and said: "If you fight like this, the weather in the four mountains will only get weaker and weaker. As a result, we have almost no chance, we don't need all of them. The nine thrones only need to sacrifice less than half of the alien demon army to completely crush the four mountains."

"Not necessarily."

Senior Sister Yun's red lips lightly opened, her beautiful eyes looked at the battlefield in the distance, and said: "Junior Brother, if you observe carefully, you should find that every sacrifice of these thrones comes at a price."

"What's the price?"

"Death luck."

She faintly said: "Lin Hai refines the world's elements on the death altar, and cultivates the legendary death luck. It is the blessing of these death luck that enables the throne to take away the lives of others and sacrifice to the sword. So the damage to the Four Mountains of Human Race is certainly not small, but the thrones are not infinitely able to produce swords, you have to bear it."

"Got it."

I continued to frown and look into the distance. Anyway, this battle is already quite detrimental to the human race. Senior Sister Yun may not know that the rules of infinite refresh of monsters will not change, as long as the shadow of death Lin Hai's heart is dark enough. Ruthless, it will definitely crush the Four Sacred Mountains. By then, the Human Race will lose the Four Sacred Mountains, and the real catastrophe is imminent.

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"Squeak~~~"

At this moment, a crack appeared in Dongyue Mountain Jun Yiping's golden body suddenly, extending from his face to his neck, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, but his figure was majestic, and the mountains covered his body, and he stood still. ??

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