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Chapter 273 Everyone has their own agenda

There was a battle going on here at this time, and a steady stream of hell dragon beasts came in, surrounding the three of them. Even though the bodies of the two were like butterflies piercing flowers, they were completely unable to be attacked by the enemy, and each palm could kill one of them. Helldramon doesn't care about the opponent's rank at all, but it is still tightly surrounded. Because the number of enemies is too large, it is equivalent to sending them to kill. They only have two fists, and two people have four fists. It cannot clear the surrounding area immediately and quickly, without allowing enemies to replenish it.

At this time, because these two were unable to kill all the nearby Helldrakes, the masked man hiding behind could not be safe in this surrounded situation. However, he was not polite. He stepped on the seventh-level flying sword and flew up to avoid the attacks of these hell dragon beasts. For the sake of safety, he did not fly far, but stopped just above the head of the white-robed player, looking like he was relying on others. Intend.

What he did made Wuming feel a little contemptuous, but the two men and women didn't seem to care at all. They still attacked those hell dragon beasts with fists and kicks, causing a large number of hell dragon beasts to either freeze or burn. Fortunately, the corpses would turn into blood and seep into the ground. Otherwise, a mountain of corpses will soon form here.

"What a pity! So many corpses." Wuming sighed with emotion, but there was nothing he could do. His eyes widened at this moment. The two men and women were like martial arts masters in their previous lives. Every move, without the help of external objects, was full of energy. Great power.

Then he glanced at the eighth-level elite Helldramon player. The guy was watching all this with excitement, slapping his hands from time to time and cheering loudly. It seemed that he was so depressed that he didn't even care that his men were being slaughtered.

As the corpses kept disappearing, as time went by, and several hours passed, no one knew how many hell dragon beasts were destroyed. Even though the blood on the ground was seeping quickly, there was still a large blood stain, and the strong smell of blood was astounding. In the massacre, Wuming speculated that the number of dead dragon beasts was tens of thousands, possibly even one hundred thousand.

And these two players obviously intend to eliminate the enemy's men first, otherwise in the real battle, these mid-level hell dragon beasts will be more troublesome than a sneak attack.

After killing so many hell dragon beasts, these two seventh-level players were obviously a little tired. It seemed that their internal energy was exhausted and their movements were a little slow. However, the number of hell dragon beasts did not seem to decrease. How many died, from within the city There will be more and more supplements coming out, but even so, these two are still one palm at a time, and no one can survive one palm.

This situation naturally made the three seventh-level players look unhappy. It was obviously for this reason. Even Wuming was very excited, and even more curious about why this man who clearly had so many subordinates let them die here. What a pity. .

I have been observing the eighth-level elite hell drake player for a long time, but unfortunately he has a drake face, so I can't tell anything from his expression, so naturally I can't judge.

"Eighth-level elites, as expected, the number of subordinates has reached the upper limit, not far from the ninth level!" The masked man stepping on the flying sword in the air said this, making the eighth-level elite Helldramon player stunned and laughed: "I didn't expect that you were so clear that you actually counted the number of little guys who were killed. Yes, there are not many of them anymore, but what does it matter? Can these two people have 70% left? Maybe only 50% of their combat strength."

As he spoke, the eighth-level elite Helldramon player laughed again. The Helldramons in the city behind him no longer surged out. He led his men towards the city, and the attacking Helldramons also moved quickly. Back away.

Looking at all this, the white man and the red woman did not chase, but just gasped for air on the spot. After killing for so long, the number of people killed was not a hundred thousand, but it was about the same. Even if they were seventh level, they would not be light, especially It lasts for several hours, making their human bodies exhausted. This is the weakness of human beings, but the characteristic understanding of human beings makes most players unable to give up this choice.

"Twenty-four hours, you have twenty-four hours." The city gate was about to close. Before turning around, the eighth-level elite Helldramon player said this, his tone full of confidence.

"Do you want to lie to us? With your players' methods, how can you compare with NPCs? NPCs need twenty-four hours to regenerate their subordinates from the blood pool, but do you need it?" The masked man said so, his tone was very obvious, The two of them sat down cross-legged without hesitation and restored their inner strength.

After being slightly startled, the eighth-level elite Helldramon player looked at this player cautiously, and then laughed loudly and said: "It doesn't matter if you know it, come and attack me, you only have twelve hours, when the time comes, hehe!"

Wuming didn't quite understand, but he also judged on his behalf. These people were testing the truth of what they said and tested each other. On the contrary, it seemed that the eighth-level elite Helldramon player's subordinates were killed, and they could be resurrected by some kind of blood pool. There are benefits, otherwise he would not let those men die. Although these three seventh-level players knew this, their resurrection seemed to take time, and they planned to eliminate their men first, and then do other things.

Hell is really evil. So far, Wuming has more information. Even so, it is still incomparable to those big families.

It seems that everyone has their own plans. Wuming smiled. He was already standing under the city wall at this time. The eighth-level elite Helldramon player had an important enemy, so naturally he would not attack him first, and the three seventh-level players were also temporarily If you don't take care of him, you will definitely be attacked by the eighth-level elite helldramon players. Depending on the situation, these three seventh-level players are certainly concerned about the enemy and have no confidence, but the eighth-level elite helldramon players are not as boastful as him. It was so easy, otherwise he would have attacked directly without defending and waiting for the resurrection of his army.

"I became a bystander, it's interesting!" Wuming said to himself with a smile. Things were easier and smoother than expected. Even so, he always tried his best to think of the worst in order to make various arrangements.

"It will take at least three hours for us to regulate our breath and restore our internal strength before we can reach peak condition." The man in white robe said to the masked man. Although the two of them have not exhausted all their inner breath and can fight again, they cannot exert their full power. Stronger.

"Three hours! It was worth it to eliminate most of his help." The masked man paused slightly and said immediately.

The man in white robe nodded, but the woman in red robe shouted sweetly: "Our safety depends on you."

"Don't worry! As long as I'm still alive." The masked man said this, and a small black ball appeared on his body. This small ball emitted black light. This time, it did not protect his body like a film. Instead, it turned into a black ball of light and completely protected them.

Before the man in white robe meditated and replied, he looked at the woman in red robe, gave the masked man a tacit understanding, and then fell into meditation and replied.

Just like this, after about five minutes, another eighth-level elite Helldramon player appeared on the wall. He laughed loudly and said: "Okay, adjusting your breath at this time is just the opportunity, give me an attack!"

Immediately, he rushed forward first, followed closely by twenty seventh-level hell dragon beasts. At this time, the door was opened, and a large number of ordinary hell dragon beasts swarmed in.

Seeing this, the masked man looked unhappy. At this time, he was floating high above the black protective shield, with the seventh-level flying sword floating above his head. The strong luster clearly showed that it was a seventh-level existence.

Under his gaze, the eighth-level elite Helldramon player had to be more cautious. He paused slightly and let his seventh-level subordinates rush forward.

Soon these dragon beasts rushed to the black protective shield and launched a fierce attack without hesitation! These hell dragon beasts have no other ability than being brave enough to die. To put it bluntly, they just have no brains.

"Seeking death!" the masked man shouted, and the sword in his hand turned into a stream of light and shot quickly towards the eighth-level elite helldramon player who was hiding behind other dragon beasts. He would not estimate other helldramons at all. After all, he The inner breath is limited, even if you reach the seventh level, you will master the basic breath adjustment and recovery techniques.

"What a fast speed!" Wuming under the city wall looked at all this and knew that he would never be able to dodge this blow, even if he was prepared. After all, the speed was too fast, unbelievably fast. Just this seventh-level flying sword, It is comparable to many magic weapons. It seems that there are not many magic weapons. The real power is the key.

This blow seemed to be enough to easily kill a seventh-level dragon instantly. Of course, this was just his speculation, but Wuming knew that his men at least did not have the strength to dodge.

The eighth-level elite hell dragon beast player is very cunning. At this time, there are many dragon beasts blocking him, and at least one seventh-level dragon beast is always blocking him, but it does not affect the speed of progress at all. The masked man's aura had reached its peak, and it was impossible to deduce it, so he shot directly at him.

Under the helpless gaze of Wuming, he shot directly through the body of a seventh-level helldramon and then towards the eighth-level elite helldramon player, the speed was only a little slower.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, the speed of the eighth-level elite Helldramon player reached a terrifying level, bringing up afterimages. The moment the seventh-level flying sword came out from the body of the seventh-level Helldramon, a claw struck fiercely. He slapped the flying sword hard.

Suddenly, the body of the masked man in black swayed, and -5000hp appeared on his head. His expression changed drastically. He hurriedly commanded the flying sword and quickly took out the blood bottle. Even so, he did not forget to exclaim: "Eighth Level." Rapid Helldramon?"

Wuming was stunned. He had never heard of the so-called explosive speed, but he also knew that its characteristic was speed, just like when he faced the dragon's thousands of fire shields.

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