Online game I can fuse bones

Chapter 344

"kill!"

Luoshen's figure appeared like a ghost, he slashed out with a dagger, instantly killed the two support players, and then scurried through the crowd like a ghost.

"The city gate is broken, brothers, go in!"

"Come on!"

Outside the city gate, apart from the 300 people who followed Zhanfeng, there were also many Chinese players rushing over.

It's a pity that there are too many Fumu players besieging them, so that only more than ten thousand Huaxia players rushed to kill them. There are 700 million scattered players, but because the blue teleportation array is a random teleportation relationship, these players are all scattered on the various maps of Fumu.

Some people appeared directly in the wild monster spawn area, and it was a high-level wild monster spawn area. As a result, they died in the hands of high-level wild monsters before encountering the siege of Fumu players.

Others got lost on the map and haven't run out of the woods yet.

Similarly, some people gathered together to go to Dishi Tiangong, and some people sneaked into other main cities of Fumu nearby to wait for the opportunity to destroy the buildings of other main cities.

However, more people died in the siege of Fumu players, and it is not bad to be able to gather more than [-] people in Yasu Shrine.

At this time, more than ten thousand people gathered together and rushed into the city gate frantically.

Behind them, there were more than [-] Fumu troops besieging and killing them, and inside the city gate in front, there were still many Fumu defenders blocking the way. Almost as soon as they broke into the city gate, these Chinese players suffered from front and rear siege Blocked, instantly fell into the place of near death.

"Brothers, fight them!"

"There are only Chinese souls who died in battle, there are no Chinese people who are afraid of death!"

"Rush forward, kill one to make money, kill two to earn money!"

"Boss Zhanfeng, we can't rush through, I'm afraid we can't attack the stone pillars of the Jing Shrine, sorry, we can't help!"

One by one Huaxia players died in battle. At this moment, everyone put everything aside. They don't care about losing rank after death, let alone what equipment will explode after death. They just want to do their best to destroy the rubbish in front of them. The blood of the enemy stains his shirt red.

But in the same way, some people wondered.

Luoshen appeared!
Zhanfeng appeared!
What about Feng Xiu?I heard that she did not go to Dishi Tiangong, where is she?Why not come to Yasushi Shrine?

No one complained about Feng Xiu. Even if she didn't come, no one would say that she has no national glory. Feng Xiu just broke into Fumu not long ago and killed Yamata no Orochi. No one is qualified to say her.

In the hearts of many Huaxia players, the reason why Feng Xiu didn't come must be doing other things, and it must be related to the national war.
More than ten miles away from the Jing Shrine, Feng Xiuxiu was standing on a hill.

The white gauze dress moves with the wind, a pair of red embroidered shoes wraps his feet, his cheeks are flushed with pink and pink, and a red apron can be seen through the slightly open collar. Cough cough, too much to say!

At this time, Feng Xiu held Xuanyuan Bow in his hand, raised the longbow, and an energy arrow condensed on the bowstring.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils were shining like stars, and he was staring in the direction of Huaxia.

"The battle at Diaoyu Peak is already in full swing, and the Fumu players have already reached halfway up the mountain. The alliance armies of the eight major camps are indeed elites. Although there are more defenders at Diaoyu Peak, it is not easy to stop them!"

Feng Xiu said to himself: "Now is the critical moment of the decisive battle. If I kill Mitsui Jiro at this time, the army of the eight factions alliance will be leaderless and become a mess. And the commander died tragically, and the morale of the army will plummet. Even the Emperor The Fumu garrison of Shitian Temple and Yasushi Shrine will also be affected."

After finishing speaking, Feng Xiu's arrow slowly turned its direction and aimed at the Jing Shrine again.

After mobilizing the thousand-mile lore skill, Feng Xiu's arrows can lock on any player on the big map. With this ability, he can also detect some general news around the big map.

"Zhanfeng? Luoshen?"

Feng Xiu raised his eyebrows: "It's amazing, but unfortunately there are too many defenders in the Jing Shrine, and the nearly ten thousand Huaxia Loose Players who gathered in the past can't help. If it continues, the two of them will be in danger!"

"Huh? Zhanfeng used the Possession of the Holy Lord and the True Monarch? He also learned the skill of the law of the sky? When he fought against me, the Possession of the Holy Lord and the Lord had no law of the sky!"

Feng Xiu couldn't help admiring, a few seconds later, the longbow turned again, aiming at Huaxia Diaoyu Peak again.

"Mitsui Jiro, your time is up, go to hell!"

Thousand miles lore!

Whoosh!
The next moment, the arrow shot out through the air!

As soon as the arrow flew out, it broke through the space and disappeared.

Huaxia, Fishing Peak.

The battle between the offensive and defensive sides was extremely brutal. The players of the eight major camp alliances were all elites, and they were specially selected for this national war. Among them were not the top three players from all over the world, and there were even many Huaxia who came to Diaoyufeng for defense with hidden professions. Although there were many players, far more than the eight major faction alliances, even so, they were killed to the mountainside.

Maybe it won't be long before the eight factions will reach the barrier at the top of the peak and destroy the barrier. Once they occupy the top of the fishing peak for more than 30 minutes, the national war mission will be considered a victory.

Victory in the national war is the glory of Fumu District, but it is also the shame of the Huaxia players. The hatred left over from the history, the hostility buried in the bones, the Huaxia players will never allow such a thing to happen.

In the eight major alliance camps, Mitsui Jiro was sitting in the middle army, watching the fight ahead, he burst into laughter.

"Haha, what's the use of having too many people? How can you stop us from the alliance of the eight camps?"

Mitsui Jiro shouted: "Each player in the eight major camp alliances is carefully selected. Individually, they are top-notch masters, and they are by no means comparable to ordinary players. How can the strength of the eight major camps be as powerful as yours?" Can you understand?"

"Almost all Chinese masters have gone to Fumu. I heard that Zhanfeng and Luoshen have been trapped in the Jing Shrine. Only Feng Xiu disappeared after entering Fumu. There is no strong man in charge. It is even more difficult for you to block the eight camps. As if ascending to the sky, kill!"

In this battle, the casualties of both sides are unclear.

Nearly a million people have died in the eight major camps, but more people have died in Huaxia. It is said that more than 300 million people have died. There is no way, as Mitsui Jiro said, the eight camps are all elites, and Huaxia stayed. Ninety percent of the defenders are ordinary players, and some players are not even level 30.

On the top of Diaoyu Peak, Yan Feng's face was extremely ugly, and he was sending messages one after another through the friend column.

"The Great Wall guards the army, mobilize 500 million to support!"

"All major urban areas, all the manpower will be allocated to me, only a part of them need to be left to resist the invasion of Fumu's scattered people, and the rest that can be allocated will come to Diaoyufeng!"

(End of this chapter)