The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the cold wind carries a poignant sense of killing.

The people of the Guwu Alliance under the leadership of Zhuge Qingyang never dreamed that the war would be so alive in front of them.

Perhaps because of the change of leadership, the spirit of the people in the Guwu Alliance was very strong, and they marched in a hurry, and then marched. At the end of the day, almost everyone ran again with light work.

When the rain gradually stopped, Zhuge Qingfeng told everyone in a complicated mood that on the slope of the woods in front, there was the camp tent of the Knight Alliance army.

Duncan and the others were inexplicably attacked by the savages and delayed their trip for half a day. It was raining heavily in the mountains, and the delicate knights simply changed places to rest. Where did I think that this break made the time of the duel earlier.

When Zhuge Qingfeng discovered the people of the Knight Alliance, the people of the Knight Alliance also discovered the people of the Guwu Alliance, although they had not yet started fighting, the ten snipers of the Knight Alliance had already been ambushed in place.

The high-flying style of the Guwu Alliance, Duncan and the others have long studied it. The sniper doesn't need to do anything to the Gu Wu master who is attacking head-on, just stare at the air and fly.

The night sky after the rain is as gloomy as ink. The cold wind raged against the tall trees, and the entire mountain forest seemed to be constantly shaking.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of forests!

It's about to rain heavily, and the monsoon climate of the rainforest is as unpredictable as the expression on a girl's face. The sky thundered, and lightning streaked steeply through the air, illuminating the entire nooks and crannies of the dense forest.

The nervous look hung on everyone's faces, not only the young men and women of the Knight Alliance were nervous, but the paladins of the Knight Alliance were also terrified.

The Paladin's army against the elite masters of the Ancient Martial Alliance had never happened before, but now, it was about to happen.

Not surprisingly, the special forces sent by the Thirty-Three Kingdoms and the special forces sent by the Chinese government may have ended the battle, a battle that was inconclusive and the two armies were annihilated.

Even if either side wins by chance, in the eyes of both sides, it is not worth mentioning, because what both sides really care about is the current war.

Savage Mountain has long been shrouded in dense fog, and within ten meters, it is impossible to see the figure of the person opposite.

Similarly, teammates who are far away can't see each other clearly, and can only rely on feelings.

A heavy stream of blood filled the forest, and on the ground between the two armies, two bloody corpses lay on the ground.

The two armies confronted each other, and the two sides agreed to compete three games first, and the first two games had their own winners and losers, and they were tied one to one. This one is a duel between the commanders of the two armies, no matter who loses or who wins, a big melee will kick off.

Zhuge lightly raised the dagger in his hand, nervously facing the enemy. Duncan, who was arrogant on the other side, had never been calmer than ever before, holding a shining military thorn in his hand, and was closing his eyes to hear the sound.

Huang Ying didn't dare to show his true face, although he knew that the people of the Guwu Alliance must know his existence, but Huang Ying still chose to hide. Hiding behind the knight army, Huang Ying indifferently watched the battle that was about to begin.

This duel doesn't need to be talked about.

Zhuge lightly struck first, and the dagger cut through the thick fog, with a cold air* towards Duncan, and the cold air and the dense fog rubbed into white light. Duncan's huge body just deftly flashed to its right side, and the army stabbed the short knife, ricocheting the opponent's power into the air and seizing its momentum.

"Shining military stabs, dance as a skill, respond gently, stabbing for a song, only defend and not attack, if you want to win, you must not use the opponent's momentum to attack." Duncan had never comprehended the mantra he had memorized, but now he had just tried it, and he almost let Zhuge get rid of his dagger.

The faces of Huang Xiangxiang and the others couldn't help but change, and the timid young man almost exclaimed.

Zhuge Qingyang stabilized his mind, knowing that he could only win with skill, so the dagger in his hand kept spinning thousands of times, confusing Duncan and preventing Duncan from guessing the direction of his attack.

The still air was forced by the force of the knife, and turned into a fierce wind towards Duncan.

Duncan's military spur is like an unsheathed long sword, or point, or thorn, can only easily dodge Zhuge Qingyang's sneak attacks, like a girl dancing beautifully, but also resolute.

Time seems to have stopped!

Whether it was the paladins or the people of the Ancient Martial Alliance, they were all attracted by this comparable fight.

If it weren't for the occasional loud catharsis between the two, the onlookers might have really regarded the competition in front of them as a perfect competition.

Zhuge is attacking everywhere, Duncan is defending everywhere, and the two are inferior.

Zhuge Qing's dagger was made of hard crystal, reflecting the originally scarce light, causing it to penetrate the dense fog, accompanied by the sound of shattering air, affecting the opponent's mind.

Although the military spur is extremely ordinary, Duncan has closed his ears and eyes, and his breath is calm. In terms of lightness, Duncan is ashamed of himself; But in terms of endurance and ruthlessness, Zhuge Qingyang is obviously at a disadvantage.

Zhuge Qingyang, who had broken through the Heavenly Rank not long ago, gradually became impetuous, pale, and his breath gradually disordered under Duncan's vigorous and rough attack, and in order to make the other party admit defeat earlier, he actually took a risky move to kill him.

Sure enough, Duncan was not in a hurry to hide, and was stabbed in the left shoulder by Zhuge Qingyang, and the blood was red, which was especially conspicuous in this dark night.

"Look for death!" Duncan felt a touch of his left shoulder, and the bone should not be injured. Feeling the heat of the wound and sniffing his own blood, Duncan was furious.

Duncan's military thorns are lightly raised, splitting, stabbing, sweeping, chopping, one move and one style, one after another. The sound of the stabbing ran through the sun, carrying the cold air of Zhuge lightly raising the dagger, making Zhuge lightly dangerous in an instant.

Maybe it was because of the excessive force, after a few moves, Zhuge came to his senses, Duncan was at a loss again, his mind was blank, and his expression was slightly stunned.

"Broken arm!" Zhuge lightly grabbed a gap in Duncan's space, and the short dagger reached forward with the help of his arm, stabbing Duncan's injured left shoulder again.

Duncan's eyes showed a touch of ruthlessness, and he suddenly met Zhuge Qingyang's dagger, and the military thorn caught a knife, which surrounded Zhuge Qingyang's eyes like a rainbow, and then turned around Zhuge Qingyang's back, and attacked the back of his neck with the handle of the military thorn.

Zhuge Qingyang didn't expect Duncan to be so dexterous, an embarrassed donkey rolled and dodged quickly.

"Come again!" Seeing that Zhuge Qinghou was looking at him worriedly, Zhuge Qingyangjun's face flushed, and he roared lowly, and killed Duncan again.

The dagger made a beautiful blue arc from the sky, and the light was pointed straight at Duncan's heart.

Seeing this, Duncan did not panic, his body flipped violently like a spinning top, and a fist swung over, but it was empty.

The two people in the arena fought as if they didn't know how to get tired. The crowd gathered around didn't notice the ghostly stabbing and naked savage hiding in the jungle.

"Poof—"

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing the throat sounded, and a paladin hiding in the bushes didn't even struggle before the throat was cut by a blue scimitar.

A frightened expression hung on the young paladin's face, and he wanted to struggle, but was suddenly crushed to the ground by the huge savage.

The breathing gradually stopped, but the bright red blood was still flowing. The young paladin, watching his own blood flow into his mouth, tried his best but could not scream.

"Poof—"

"Poof—"

The paladins who were hidden in various dark corners, ready to calmly reap the lives of the Guwu Alliance, were put down one by one.

The methods of killing are surprisingly consistent, and in the jungle, the hairy savages deftly kill everyone who is lonely.

When the wildlings could no longer find their targets, two similar-looking wildlings took out their crossbows from their backs. The two nodded in tacit understanding, and ran lightly towards the back of the Guwu Alliance and the Knight Alliance.

The jungle, which seemed difficult to walk a single step, was like a broad road under the feet of the two savages.

When all his companions retreated to a safe area, the crossbows of the two savages slowly aimed at Duncan and Zhuge Qingyang, who were still fighting.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

Two sounds of breaking the air were made almost at the same time, quickly and obediently dodging the trees, like angry birds, stabbing at Duncan and Zhuge Qingyang.

"Be careful! There is a hidden weapon! "Yellow Eagle has been hiding in the woods, but he has not noticed that the Paladin Sniper has been killed. Feeling the slightest hint of the same, Huang Ying naturally sounded a warning.

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

Duncan and Zhuge Qingyang dodged to both sides almost at the same time, not looking at the black iron arrows that had already sunk into the ground, and angrily issued the order to attack.

"Don't!" Zhuge Qinghou's voice was drowned out by the voices of everyone behind him, and his body couldn't help but move forward, helplessly accepting a war that should have been avoided.

The battle begins, and Sir Death sings in the air.

The paladins fought according to their own military habits, forming a large circle, defending themselves and counterattacking effectively like a pack of wild boars surrounded by a pack of wolves. The Guwu Alliance was a group of three people, and the small encirclement formed by the Guwu Alliance broke through in a small area.

Swords are slashing, spears are stabbing, daggers and stabs are slashing. The blood all over the ground instantly stained the entire earth.

The teammate on the left broke off his right arm, but he slashed desperately with his unskilled left hand, and his face was hideous; The brother on the right was red-eyed, roared loudly, and even bled from the corners of his mouth......

"Boom—"

"Whoa—"

The sky couldn't see it, and after a muffled thunder, huge raindrops washed the blood red all over the ground. Nearly 600 people fought in the jungle, and cultivation and combat skills seemed to become unimportant.

The arrogant ancient martial arts elite and the holy knight seemed to suddenly find that his kung fu that he had cultivated for many years had no effect.

The sky overlooked the land, and it was all rain and night, all bright red carnage, and nothing else! The clouds in the sky and the mist in the forest were scattered among the crowd of people who were fighting, mixed together!