The dragon roars and the tiger roars, the smoke and dust are shrouded, life and death depend on each other and accompany each other, and the murderous spirit rushes into the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

One husband is the pass, ten thousand people are surrounded and suppressed, and they will never abandon the common suffering, and the pride is higher than the sky.

The internal energy of the strands is surging like a tide, overflowing and churning up countless smoke and dust, circulating back and forth, the sound of the dragon's groan resounded throughout the field, and the sound exploded like a winter dry thunder, from time to time with the dragon-shaped internal torrent exploded in the crowd, and one after another players who were carried away by greed were easily sent into the Nai He Palace.

Streams of smoke and dust continue to fly, looking around, Guo Jing and Huang Rong passed on the road, the whole ground seems to have been baptized by artillery fire, and the grass has long been gone.

Leading the two realms, under Guo Jing's full firepower, none of the players in the field are Guo Jing's generals, even if the six sons of the White Camel Villa, under Guo Jing's palm, are similar to ordinary players, they are invincible in one move, and the corpse is on the spot.

However, while fighting and retreating all the way, fighting for half a night, while leaving a corpse on the ground, he was as tough as Guo Juxia, and his spirit was already tense to the extreme. At the same time, he has never rested for a night, and he has been fighting for half a night, even if Guo Juxia has a peerless knowledge such as "Nine Yin True Scripture", which is known as the world's first, such a terrifying consumption of internal strength, it is not something that Guo Juxia, who has just stepped out of the physical realm, can bear.

The sense of vanity in his body kept impacting Guo Jing's mind, and between the palms, the momentum was still fierce, but the power gradually slipped down.

A palm was slapped, the dragon-shaped wave surged and rushed, and in a dragon roar, the internal strength collapsed, and after knocking away the three or five people who rushed in front of him, Guo Jing's body shook again, and he wanted to shoot the next palm, but he paused in his chest before he slowly slapped it.

Guo Jing's powerless follow-up situation made the eyes of the players around who were tireless and disregarding life and death shine, they had no scruples about life and death, at the cost of countless players hanging up once, and finally forced Guo Juxia and Rong Meizi, the protagonists of the Condor plot, into such a desperate situation, thinking of the post on the Internet, thinking about the reward for killing the two, just like fighting monsters in the previous game, the players who rushed in frantically were even more powerful.

"Huh..." took a deep breath, suppressed the tiredness that kept surging up in his body, turned his head and glanced at Rong'er, who was as pale as paper and had a weak breath, Guo Jing did not have the slightest fear of death in his heart, only a trace of distress and remorse.

"Brother Jing!" Huang Rong's eyebrows were affectionate, and a tired smile appeared on her face, tender like water, and she read with affection.

"Rong'er..." choked up, Guo Jing's eyes were shining.

The smoke and dust paused, the shouting stopped, the attack stagnated, the air froze, and when the two looked at each other, wisps of soft water overflowed, seemingly dispersing all the fireworks around them. At this moment, the whole space seems to be still, this piece of heaven and earth, no firelight everywhere, no mess, no countless players, no endless killing intent, at this moment, only two people are left, sharing weal and woe, life and death depend on each other...

"Kill..." A player, the light in his eyes flashed, and the long knife drew a brilliant brilliance, which fell directly to Guo Jing's neck, Huang Rong smiled weakly, and closed his eyes quietly, and Guo Jing seemed to be still immersed in the dreamlike fantasy just now and couldn't extricate himself.

"Haha, the Nine Yin True Scripture is Lao Tzu's!" Seeing that the long knife was about to slash at Guo Jing's neck, the player shouted in his heart in the envious eyes of countless players.

"Boom..."

The tenderness in his eyes was completely replaced by endless blood, and without turning his head, Guo Jing slapped his palm, and the internal strength of the earthy yellow and blood-red intersected flowed down, directly beating the player into flying ashes, and the slightness of the surrounding players was shocked by the energy and death intent, spreading in all directions.

"How is it possible..." swallowed his saliva, looking at Guo Jing, whose momentum in the field was three points higher than at his peak, the players around him were all heartbroken and uneasy.

Yes, how is it possible, Guo Jing is obviously at the end of his crossbow, and he is about to be surrounded and killed by everyone, why is it like coughing up medicine, and suddenly resurrected with full blood.

"It's not good..." At dusk when he just rode a horse, he felt the rising killing intent on Guo Jing's body from a distance, intertwined with a trace of death intent, looking at the galloping earthy yellow internal strength, wisps of blood flowing, dusk knew that it was bad, Guo Juxia actually forcibly drove the dantian qi sea, turning qi and blood into internal strength, this is the rhythm of looking for death!

It's too late to think about whether to play on his own stage, for countless players in the field, whether it is to deliver food, but the situation is urgent, if Guo Jing is really allowed to fight in this state, even if the divine soldiers descend from the sky and save the two of them from escaping, but Guo Juxia, who burns his blood and causes damage to his muscles and veins, will be finished in this life.

"Driving..." The horse was long, shoulders were raised, wrapped in pale golden flowing gangs and shattered, and in the fragments flying, a silver spear had appeared in Dusk's hand.

The east was whitening, and a ray of fiery red leaped out from the sea level and projected in this field, shining on the figure of the young man galloping on his horse and rushing towards the field.

Green shirts, dark horses, silver guns, Liugang, and one person at dusk, alone in countless player groups, regardless of life and death, not for the sake of heroes, nor for the limelight, he did not have an agreement with Guo Juxia to die for the king, nor did he have a lifelong friendship with Miss Rong. At this moment, he rushed forward without hesitation, not for anything else, just because from childhood to adulthood, the heart of Ren Xia that he got from Old Man Jin's martial arts world, and the heroic spirit he learned from Qiao Feng, Guo Jing, Yang Guo, and even Ling Hu Chong.

For players, this is a game, there is no life and death crisis, but at this moment, Dusk forgot his identity as a player, and the only thing he can do now is to can't bear to let the sentence "The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people", die in the hands of the player like this, or rather, what he is doing now is to write the words of the hero's demeanor for this sentence, and be buried here...

The beacon fire is urgent, and the spear is like a dragon breaking the barbarian.

The drums swept in all directions, and they went forward to the west.

Flowing wisps, flashing above the silver spear, the spear flowers, leaving a desolate road.

"Ahh

I saw that there was a noise in the player group at dusk, and with the help of the impact of the galloping horse, the spear swept away, not leaving a hand, and killed the players who stopped in front of him from behind, and rushed into the field.

This is the first time that Dusk has killed people in the game, whether it is in Zhongdu or Lin'an, although he has injured countless people, but he has never been as merciless as today, and guns kill people. Moreover, today he killed the same players as him.

After leaving a corpse on the ground, the dusk horse hurriedly rushed to the center of the battlefield, dropped the horse and stopped the gun, and protected Guo Jing and Huang Rong in front of the two people, not afraid at all, looking directly at countless players who were bent by the momentum of dusk...