Online game of short knife

Chapter 65 The Situation Reversed

After taking off his mask, under the protection of Tiansha Lie and Yinlu, he has regained his breath and looked at the situation on the field, feeling confident.

A group of masters were cleaned up, and the aura of the Feihua Zhuyue gang had dropped to freezing point, they just waved their weapons weakly and mechanically to resist.

But at this moment, there was a roar, and a figure flew in from the gate, carrying splashes of blood, turning into white light in the air and slowly dissipating.

Although it was only for a moment, I hope everyone in the Shengdian recognized this familiar figure. Feng Wubing, the master of the Fengfeng Hall who was in charge of leading the two halls after the storm and rain, had been blocking the members of Feihua Zhuyue who came back to support him outside the door. Unable to hold on, his death also means that the two halls after the end have been wiped out.

"Old style!"

"Facial paralysis!"

"I'm like that little bird in the forest~~ try hard to break free and rush to the embrace of the blue sky~~~ bravely open my arms and close my eyes~~ the distance is only one step away from me~~"

A turbulent crowd poured in from the gate, accompanied by the roar of killing, even under the suppression of the high-spirited singing of the wandering scholars, the gang members who came back to support Feihua month after month still charged up regardless.

"Mouth! Damn it!" the cursed Lord Aqiang yelled violently, "A line of sky!" The spear rushed out, bringing a string of afterimages into the crowd, and the enemy stopped for a moment as it passed. They fell to the ground one after another, but the crowd that poured in like a tide quickly surrounded the cursed Lord Aqiang.

"Crazy Sandstorm!" The cursed Lord Aqiang suddenly swelled up like Toyu Ludi in You Yu Hakusho, his body suddenly swelled up, his muscles stretched, and he quickly danced the spear in his hand, Like Sun Wukong dancing the golden cudgel, the pitch-black long spear turned into a mass of jet-black light and shadow and quickly interspersed among the crowd, and the Feihua Zhuyue gang members who were involved in it were bounced out and turned into white light to go to the resurrection point.

Spears are best at group battles, and the cursed Lord Aqiang is also extraordinary in his hand. This move sweeps away a large area indiscriminately, clearing a large area immediately. The cursed Lord Aqiang stands with his spear horizontally like a god Descend to earth, majestic.

The crowd was blocked for a while, and rushed up one after another, submerging the cursed Lord Aqiang again.

"Hey! That's a compliment!" Bai Tianshu rushed over, and the starry sword lights lit up and flew down. "Come again~"

"Come on, sir! There's CD time!" The cursed Lord Aqiang desperately fought with his spear in the crowd. "Come and help me!"

"There are too many people! Silly Qiang, you rushed so fast, I really thought that Zhao Zilong could kill seven in and seven out by riding alone. Why don't you think about saying your last words!" Shu was also blocked by the surging crowd during the day. Every time I swung the sword, people kept getting injured and retreated, but they were also surrounded by groups.

"Talk about your uncle! I will never take it easy!!" The cursed Master Aqiang quickly swung his spear, while flirting with Bai Shu.

Everyone in the Palace of Hope and Seriously rushed up to the door, and the players Feihua rushed back to support each month were obviously of a higher level than those left behind, which greatly increased the pressure on everyone in the Palace of Hope.

Seriously sharp-eyed discovery, many of the players Feihua came back to support month after month had red names. In the battle, the names of the people who watched Fei Hua Zhu Yue were all red, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a red name or a player with normal seniority value.

The Feihua Zhuyue players who rushed back to support them came all the way in, no matter whether they were onlookers or not, for the sake of speed. I don't know how many innocent onlookers were murdered.

"I kiss you goodbye~~~in a deserted street~~I can't refuse to let the wind laugh silly~~I kiss you goodbye~~in a frenzied night~~my heart is waiting to meet the sadness~~" The wandering scholar's song The wind suddenly changed, and it was replaced with a tender "Kiss Goodbye".

"The guild leader started screaming! The situation has changed! Everyone break through quickly!" Yin Lu kicked several enemies away in front of him and shouted loudly.

"Damn it! What's going on? Didn't you say today you're going to fight to the death, until dawn?" Gongsun Xiaojian was chanting, brandishing his long sword and rushing towards the door.

"Xue'er! Nangong! Don't love to fight, withdraw!" Tian Chalie turned his head and yelled at Xue'er.

Xueer and Nangong Lanqiao teamed up to beat Wenxin Ruqian to the point of defeat. Suddenly, a player named Dongfang Weiming dressed as a scholar in Tsing Yi entered the battlefield and resisted Xueer. And Nangong Lanqiao's fierce offensive.

Dongfang Weiming's palm technique is weird and tyrannical, but he just keeps waving his palms to defend and protect Wenxin Ruqian, and doesn't attack, obviously he still has strength left.

Hearing Tian Shalie's roar, Xue'er and Nangong Lanqiao looked at each other, unable to attack for a long time, and also understood that this time they couldn't catch Xin Ruqian, they tiptoed, and both turned around and rushed towards the door.

Dongfang Weiming cupped his hands with a smile, saying goodbye, and didn't stop her, but Wen Xinruqian's complexion was not very good. After a battle, her face was pale, and she was almost killed by Nangong Lanqiao and Xue'er. Thanks to Ribbon Jinling's martial art which is extremely flexible and good at defending, and Dongfang Weiming who came in time, he survived.

"Wife, did I come in time, please praise me!" Dongfang Weiming turned his head with a smile, and asked Wen Xinruqian for credit.

"Get out, you big jealousy, did you kill Youer just now?" Wen Xinruqian said angrily.

"Heaven and earth conscience, I just passed by here and rushed in desperately because I saw that you were in a critical situation. Wife, you can't frame me." Dongfang Weiming yelled loudly.

Wen Xinruqian turned her head angrily, ignoring Dongfang Weiming, and the surrounding Feihua helped everyone look at Dongfang Weiming, not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend, and seeing Dongfang Weiming standing with Wenxin Ruqian in a leisurely manner, she dared not Come up and attack.

"Ah, Cai Jian from your guild is here again, I don't want to meet him, I will come to you later, see you~~ dear wife, I love you~" Dongfang Weiming looked at the back, and said, He jumped up, flipped a few somersaults in the air, flew out of the wall, and ran away.

Ao Jian came back to life from the backyard, and at a glance, he saw the people in the Palace of Hope rushing out of the door, and they were beating Feihua Zhuyue's gang to the ground. After being hanged once, Ao Jian was extremely upset. Seeing that the Palace of Hope started to retreat, and wanted to run away if they got a bargain, that would be absolutely impossible.

"Want to leave? Go to hell with me!" Ao Jian and the others flew over and rushed forward angrily, the sword light flashed, and the sword turned into thousands of lights and shadows, covering everyone in the Palace of Hope.

Aojian attacked forcefully, and Feihua Zhuyue, who was beaten back and forth, couldn't help cheering.

"The deputy gang leader is here! Everyone, go all out!"

"Don't let them escape!"

"Hack them!"

"Kill them all!"

　Dear readers, Merry Christmas!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)