"Fat man!"

The poor ghost and the others roared, led people to rush forward, and brought the imperial guard to the back of the crowd.

"Defense!"

The poor ghost roared.

"Hoo ......"

The people of the Divine Pavilion reacted very quickly, and soon, they formed an encirclement, aimed at the paladin with various weapons, and made a defensive posture.

At this moment, the captain of the paladin looked at the corpses of the five paladins on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his chest rose and fell.

"Ah......h

Then he yelled.

The voice was sad and tinged with rage.

"Hoo ......"

He hugged the corpses of several people and couldn't help crying bitterly.

"Xiaobei, Xiao Zhang......, I'm sorry, I killed you, you fought with me in all directions, but I didn't expect to die in the hands of a little god, woo......"

The voice is sad, so that people can hear it, and they can't help but feel pity.

It didn't take long for the captain of the paladin to stand up and point to the poor ghost and the others, "You, hand him over!" ”

Hearing this, the poor ghost smiled slightly, "Hehe, dream! ”

"You brought it on yourself!"

The captain of the paladin had just finished speaking, when more than a dozen air arrows flew quickly.

"Pounce! Flutter ......"

The air arrow struck him, piercing directly through the armor on his body, piercing into the flesh and blood, and a trace of blood sparked.

-2100

-2140

……

Each air arrow made him lose more than 2,000 blood.

However, for his long blood bar, it was not a problem at all.

He looked at Murong Qing who released the air arrow, his face was full of anger, "Kill, kill me!" ”

As soon as these words came out, more than two hundred holy horsemen took a big step and rushed towards the people of the Divine Pavilion.

"Boom ......"

The ground roared.

"Hoo ......"

Each Lion Roar is 5 meters tall and looks like a moving tank.

Charge with the momentum of crushing everything.

At this moment, everyone in the Divine Pavilion couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and the mounts under them couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Rush!"

The poor ghost roared, and led more than 20,000 God Pavilion players straight to the paladin.

A battle of power is about to begin.

The heavenly players looked at this scene and all shook their heads slightly, showing pity for the players of the Divine Pavilion.

"The Divine Pavilion has been suppressed for more than half a month, and the difference in strength is more than a little bit apart."

"yes, it's a pity, I'm going to be arrested now."

Hearing these conversations, a player named Xiong Jie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and looked proud.

He looked at the group of players and said, "Fortunately, I was self-aware and withdrew from the Divine Pavilion in advance, so I was spared the fate of being caught. ”

When the surrounding players heard this, they were surprised, "You're embarrassed to be a deserter!" ”

"I'm happy to be a deserter, it's better than death, you look at them, you don't know the importance of abandoning darkness and turning to light."

Xiong Jie pointed to the Divine Pavilion player on the ground, revealing a disdainful look.

"Get out, just a deserter like you, don't stand with us."

"It's just, get out of here, I hate this kind of person the most."

"I can't figure out how you joined the Divine Pavilion."

A sentence pierced Xiong Jie's heart like a sharp knife, and he couldn't help frowning, thinking of everything before.

It was after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties before he finally joined the Divine Pavilion.

But I didn't expect that the mighty pavilion master would not be online.

This made his heart cold.

If that's all there is to it, then forget it.

Since half a month ago, the Divine Pavilion has been restricted everywhere, and when he goes there, he has been bullied.

Originally, they were all able to beat each other, but they didn't expect that the NPC gold-armored archers and gold-armored knights in the Broken Iron City split themselves into a light and shadow without saying a word.

If it's just once, then forget it.

Every time he goes online, as long as he encounters a golden-armored archer, he will inevitably be shot into light and shadow by a few arrows.

Just because he has the word Shenge on his head.

Even if Xiong Jie leaves the Divine Pavilion now, it is instinctively afraid to see the gold-armored archers.

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant people, it's rare for me to stand with you."

Xiong Jie shook his head slightly, and controlled the flying mount to the other side.

Ground.

The paladin swung his spear and fired a shot at a Divine Pavilion player.

"Ah......h

The spear pierced through the player in an instant, causing him to grin and scream in pain.

"Pounce! Stabbing ......"

However, the paladin did not end there, but instead kept swinging his spear at the player, stabbing several holes in a row before stopping.

This player let out a terrible scream, and was finally swarmed by the players of the Dark Soul Gate, tied up into a dumpling and carried out.

"Ah......h

On the other side, a girl was pierced through the abdomen by a paladin and screamed in pain.

However, the paladin did not let her go, and then, a few more shots went down, stabbing her to death, which allowed the players of the Dark Soul Gate to kidnap her.

Such a scene was played out all over the battlefield.

The whole scene is completely one-sided.

In front of the cooperation of real paladins, the Divine Pavilion players are not opponents at all.

Less than half a moment, the remaining players, less than half.

Except for the occasional death of one or two, the others were all arrested.

Looking at the invincible paladin, Murong Qing frowned, revealing an unbearable expression, "Poor ghost, if this continues, we will definitely destroy the entire army." ”

"Hey, there's no way, I'm unwilling." The poor ghost clenched his fists and said hatefully.

"Poor ghost, you and I cooperate, we can kill one by one, the player doesn't care about it first, we only kill paladins, how about it?" Murong Qing said.

"Good!"

After the poor ghost finished speaking, the figure disappeared in an instant.

He ran wildly through the crowd, and soon he was behind a paladin.

Without any hesitation, the imprison strike was unleashed.

Seeing that, he was about to stab a paladin in the eyebrows, and at this moment, a wave of qi struck quickly.

"Bang ......"

The poor ghost's body flew upside down.

At this moment, the imprisoned paladin still has not recovered.

At this moment, a crimson air arrow struck instantly.

"Bang ......"

Stun Arrow!

Now, the paladin was once again frozen in place.

"Whew......"

Murong Qing's hand speed was extremely fast, and the qi arrow was like a silk thread, and it rushed away, constantly hitting the paladin's brow.

Ding, a fatal blow.

-12000

-12000

……

After a few seconds, the paladin fell to the ground, and after a few convulsions, he was silent.

Outside the Kamikaku Mansion.

When Luo Mao saw this scene, his face turned blue.

His fists clenched and gurgling, looking at Murong Qing, his face full of anger.

"Hoo ......"

His figure flashed and rushed directly into the crowd.

Like a fierce tiger, it came straight to Murong Qing.

Seeing this scene, Murong Qing's pupils contracted, and her face changed greatly.

"Whew......"

The air arrow in his hand was as fast as that, and he quickly rushed towards Luo Mao.

"Ding......

However, these air arrows hit Luo Mao's body, and a little fire flashed out, but it didn't hurt at all.

Murong Qing secretly screamed badly, made a hurry, and retreated frantically.

"Boom ......"

Luo Mao arrived in the blink of an eye, and he and his mount slammed into Murong Qing's body, knocking her out like a cannonball.

"Ah......h

Murong Qing vomited blood from his mouth and couldn't stand up at all.

At this time, Luo Mao walked towards her step by step and twisted her up.

"Paladin who dares to kill me, you are not small."

After Luo Mao finished speaking, he didn't have the slightest pity for the jade, and aimed at Murong Qing, and blasted it away.

"Ah......h

Murong Qing screamed, hugged her abdomen, bowed into a shrimp shape, and her bitter gall was about to vomit out, looking extremely painful.

After a few punches, Murong Qing was directly knocked unconscious.

"Bang ......"

Like throwing garbage, Murong Qing was thrown to the ground heavily, and then, the player from the Dark Soul Gate came over, directly tied her up, and then carried her away.

"Humph......"

Luo Mao snorted coldly, and his body turned quickly, and he went straight to the poor ghost who had hidden his body.

"Bang ......"

With a punch, the poor ghost was seriously injured and flew upside down.

In the end, his result was the same as Murong Qing, and after being knocked unconscious by Luo Mao, he was tied up and sent out.

Without Murong Qing and the poor ghosts, the whole situation was completely one-sided.

In less than a few breaths, everyone in the Divine Pavilion was bound.

There is only one left, and that is to guard the world.

"You ......"

Luo Mao glared at the imperial guard, his face was extremely gloomy and resentful.

"You kill my five paladins, this revenge will not be revenge for the non-gentleman!"

After speaking, Luo Mao rode the dragon dove and walked over step by step.

"Didn't you practice the Iron Bell Gong? I want to see if you can stand up to my sword. ”

Luo Mao's eyes were full of vicious looks.

He drew a knife and was about to make a move.

"Hehe......"

Suddenly, behind him, a laugh rang out.

This laughter echoed throughout the Broken Iron City, as if it sounded in the back of a person, and it made people's scalps tingle when they heard it.

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