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What's more, they have performed this stunt many times, the load on their bodies is extremely great, and they are already unable to fight again, how can they resist in the face of the approach and oppression of undead creatures?

Even the little foxes behind them also showed a frightened look on their faces, originally those bandits were already enough for a headache, but now the trouble has increased again, and they have become many undead warriors, this is just one of them, there is also an undead dragon next to it, and on top of the giant dragon head is the necromancer Mo Ye who once led the siege of the summoner's canyon and retreated.

This Nima is an enemy that can only be faced by the alliance leader, and we little dolls are at best dealing with the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the place, how can we fight with a guy like Mo Ye.

Thinking of this, the little fox has the urge to cry, it's too pit, it's dead!

"Let's go!"

Mo Ye waved his hand, and many undead dragon warriors all pounced out like wild horses, out of the gate and tigers, they are undead creatures, for them, flesh and blood are the supreme delicacy, even without Mo Ye's order, they will rush forward desperately, tear those creatures apart, and gnaw them.

Back off!

Alibaba's subordinates all retreated in unison, not retreating, let alone fleeing, but gathering each other and forming a formation.

"The will to concentrate can break through the stubborn stone!"

Everyone recited in unison, this sentence was like an ancient incantation, and like an eternal truth, as the words were recited, an indescribable momentum rose in everyone.

That kind of momentum is not outward, not as violent as the wind, not as hot as the fire, you can't even feel its temperature, its aura. Because it was a restrained aura, holding his breath and staring to the extreme, as if he had gathered all his essence to the size of a sesame mung bean, and from the appearance alone, these people were like corpses that had lost their breath, their heartbeat, and their pulse.

But they live, and they live, and they live, because their eyes open and close with a clear light, which is not sharp, but seems to reach people's hearts.

The heavens and the earth on that side dimmed, as if all the light followed their bodies into the full moon scimitar in their hands, and then converged along the blade of the full moon scimitar to the tip of the knife. That point, dazzling.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ye couldn't help but squint his eyes, because he could feel that the strength of those martial artists on the opposite side was rising, but the strange thing was that the sum of their strength had not changed. It's like ......

It's like filling a bucket with water from a basin, the weight of the water doesn't change, but the water level becomes higher. This kind of power may sound meaningless, but Mo Ye knows that this is an extremely clever way of using power. It seems that this method can also be figured out and used by oneself.

"It's indeed a profound cultivation method, but it's not enough!"

Mo Ye raised his chin proudly, this level of strength might be enough to deal with those bandits before, but it was still far from dealing with his own subordinates.

But at this time, those subordinates raised their heads in unison, stared ahead, and chanted in unison: "My sword is your sword!" ”

The full moon scimitars in everyone's hands flickered for a moment, and then, a wonderful connection penetrated those subordinates, and the full moon scimitars in their hands buzzed and trembled as if they were resonating, and after a few times, these full moon scimitars actually became one and the same. The cold light on the tip of the knife is also becoming more and more condensed, sharp, and bright!

What the......

Ink Night Silence!

He couldn't believe it, because in the moment just now, the strength of the other party, which had climbed to the top, skyrocketed again, this time it was a real skyrocket, and it skyrocketed nineteen times in just one moment.

Mo Ye counted, and the number of people on the other side formed a formation was exactly nineteen, if it wasn't for the previous rounds of arrow rain that hit some people hard, maybe this number would have become twenty times or twenty-five times!

"Their powers are all the same, and they can stack on top of each other, it's ...... How is this possible......"

Even with Mo Ye's knowledge, he couldn't help but exclaim, he had seen a lot of combined attack techniques, and he had also seen many wonderful methods that stacked combat power through formation and even burst out several times the combat power. However, those methods have all kinds of limitations, and they are definitely not as simple and crude as they are in front of them, and the power of just reciting a word increases exponentially.

Most importantly, this growth is without losses in the process of superimposing forces, and it seems to be never-ending. At the moment it is still nineteen, what if it is one hundred and ninety, one thousand nine hundred?

Mo Ye secretly said in his heart, if that is the case, the only thing he can do is to run away, and run as far as he can.

But fortunately, there are only nineteen people at the moment!

If you kill these people and refine them into undead dragon warriors, coupled with this strange combination technique, it is not impossible to even slaughter the gods!

Mo Ye had already made up his mind that he would no longer use the undead dragon's breath to refine these people as simply and crudely as he did just now, but would use the blood, muscles, and bones of the undead dragon to shape and refine them, and use his most exquisite skills to refine them.

Of course, you'll have to kill them before you do that!

"Kill!"

Nineteen people also roared at the same time, and then rushed forward with neat steps.

The first undead dragon warrior rushed in, the blue-gray iron sword was stained with dark purple and black filth, and even more surrounded by the dark green ghost fire, and the palm that had become thick and knotted after the calcination of the undead dragon's breath was clenched tightly, and the hilt of the sword was deformed, and there were twisted and cracked iron filings emerging from his fingers.

In terms of strength alone, these undead dragon warriors are enough to crush level 10 or even level 12 martial artists, while Alibaba's subordinates seem to be low-level martial artists who have just started cultivating, and they can only be undefeated by virtue of the subtlety of their martial arts before. However, in the face of pure brute force, how many tricks can skill support?

A trick?

One move!

The full moon scimitar slashed down obliquely, the undead dragon warrior roared, his cheekbones staggered, and some of the scraps and pieces of flesh on his face that had not yet peeled off were immediately peeled off like breadcrumbs, and in the deep sunken eye sockets, the two dark green soul flames became more and more intense and scorching. The undead dragon warrior also made a move, and the same oblique slash down, the tip of the needle against Mai Mang, and he fought hard without giving in.

Without the imaginary roar and tremors, and without the imaginary smoke and dust, the Full Moon Scimitar sliced into the undead dragon warrior's sword like tofu, and then cut his thick phalanx bones like butter, followed by the twisted and deformed armor on his chest, and the granite-like muscles and bones that grew bone spurs under the armor.