Outside the Iron Fort Fort, the military spirit pierced through the clouds.

The military formation is completely composed of 3,000 knight class players, and because of Wei Xuefeng's legendary skill [Thousand Miles Divine Horse], he can allow the knight players under his command to obtain a temporary magical creature mount - Horned Scale Horse.

The uniform charge shook even the earth, and above the flat ground, there was a sudden thunder!

"Kill!"

The war horse and heavy sword, the knight's charge was extremely fast and terrifying, like a torrent rushing, pushing towards Ning Yi head-on.

Not to mention a person, even if it is a bunch of euphorbia soldiers who are waiting for battle, in the face of this kind of charge, it will not be much thicker than a piece of paper.

It is precisely by relying on this means of breaking the formation and killing the enemy, in the grassland terrain like Fufeng City, the Deathless Guild often inflicts crushing damage on the enemy in the encounter in the wild, and can quickly defeat the enemy's main force and open up the situation.

Otherwise, even if a bigwig-level figure like Yun Mo Allure and Ziyouren is willing to give face to the backstage of the Deathless Guild, Adou, who can't be supported, will never be able to dominate the world.

"Die, under the iron hooves of my wrath, you are nothing more than a mantis arm as a car!"

Xuezhi Qingfeng had naturally watched Ning Yi's battle video, and even marveled at Ning Yi's incredible strength performance at the beginning.

But since receiving the genetic modification of the elixir stock solution, Xuezhi Qingfeng has felt the growing power in his body, and his self-confidence has swelled again.

"It's up to you?"

In Ning Yi's cold eyes, the cold light shone brightly, and in the depths of his eyes, there were occasional lightning rays like thunder and fire, jumping rapidly.

Leaning forward, stepping on the ground with his left foot, Ning Yi posed in a starting hand style of drawing a sword.

I only heard him mutter, in a voice so low that only he could hear, "A sword...... Peerless! ”

The Divine Blade Shadow was originally as fast as the limit, turning one into a hundred, and evolving into a speed-type move of hundreds or thousands of sword lights.

But when the speed reaches the extreme, with the resonance of the sword qi, then the final limit of the Divine Blade Shadow is no longer hundreds, thousands, thousands, but ten thousand swords into one.

This one is a perfect shadow!

Zheng~

When the sonorous sound of the sword sounded, the sword qi had already swayed out.

The moon-arc sword qi, which was so fast that the naked eye could not react at all, swept through thousands of armies at a terrifying speed of three times the speed of sound!

There was no sound that shook the heavens and the earth, no dazzling light and shadow, as if it was just a white lightning, which suddenly appeared and disappeared.

It's just that this sword is in one place, and the hustle and bustle between heaven and earth is stagnant, and it becomes quiet and dead.

Standing in front of thousands of troops, Ning Yi slowly retracted his sword, and when the blade was completely sheathed, there was a crisp bang, as if he had pressed a button to stop the opening key.

The still and stagnant picture in front of me finally became vivid again.

However, only a part of them came to life, and the other part was already dead, dead under Ning Yi's flawless sword moves.

Puff~

Even people and horses, at first sight, thousands of troops were killed!

A thin line of bright red blood appeared on every heavily armed knight, on every horned scale horse, at the same time.

This line is the boundary of death.

Three thousand pioneers, one person lives alone.

Puff~

Xuezhi Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was almost out of strength, if it weren't for the Holy Sword in his hand Hanquan Yingyue who felt a mortal threat just now, the treasure has a spirit, and he would have died now.

However, even if he is alive, he has lost most of his combat effectiveness.

System: Unknown xenomorphic energy is destroying your meridians, you are in a state of serious injury, speed -70%, all attributes -50%, and some high stamina consumption skills cannot be used.

Sure enough, when Snow Dye Qingfeng glanced at his skill bar, he found that many of the skills on it had turned gray and white, which was an unusable state.

"You!"

The unbelievable result impacted the heart of the snow-dyed Qingfeng, and the strength of the person in front of him was simply beyond his cognition: Are everyone playing the same game? This is a plug-in!

Snow-dyed Blue Blade couldn't stay calm and elegant anymore, he really just wanted to scold people now.

"President!"

"Blue Blade!"

"Brother Feng!"

Behind the snow-dyed Qingfeng, a group of guild members who were fighting on foot to the death rushed forward to save people.

But they only dared to stand in front of the snow-dyed Qingfeng, but no one was angry with Ning Yi, the soldiers were indeed not afraid of death, but now they stepped forward, just to send them to death.

Ning Yi didn't care about the hostility and killing intent in the eyes of the people around him, he just stood there leisurely, and the magic sword sin was blazing, quietly returning to his waist.

"Well, can this sword clear your mind?"

Ning Yi didn't continue to move, but every word he said was like a slap in the face of the snow-dyed Qingfeng, making his face flush with shame and shamelessness.

"A sword is a good sword, but a man is a waste."

This evaluation is not only an affirmation of the Holy Sword Cold Spring Reflecting the Moon, but also a disdain for the snow-dyed Qingfeng.

It's ridiculous that a fool who only knows his own power like a beast would want to defeat the Great Demon King who gave him this power.

It's like Count Dracula, after becoming a vampire, immediately clamoring to kill Cain, can there be any other result than being able to laugh off other people's big teeth?

"It's not going to end there!"

Xuezhi Qingfeng was helped up from the ground by his teammates, his eyes were still fierce, and the defeat in the game, although it was unexpected by him, also made his face gloomy.

But it doesn't matter, he knows Ning Yi's true identity, with his family background, some of them have the means to kill each other in reality!

This threat has angered Ning Yi's bottom line.

In essence, monks are a group of open-minded people, because they can obtain a long age than the thousand-year-old king, and if they are always short-tempered, it is easy to have high blood pressure and burst blood vessels.

But when it comes to those who threaten their lives, monks are never polite.

Ning Yi had 10,000 ways to kill Xue-dyed Qingfeng in reality without knowing it, and even he already had this plan now, because he could see that the other party was not the kind of character who would knock out his teeth and swallow blood when he suffered a loss.

This kind of thing is to strike first and then suffer.

As long as it is confirmed that there is a threat from the other party, it will be resolutely eliminated.

Ning Yi didn't want to wait until the other party had caused irreparable damage to himself and the things he cherished, and then he would retaliate back with anger.

That kind of person is too stupid, too mentally retarded.

Nipping the threat in the bud is what the monks do.

"Hmph, let's go!"

Glaring at Ning Yi hatefully, Xuezhi Qingfeng gritted his teeth and took away all the members of the Deathless Guild.

But in reality, they didn't go far.

They found a hidden jungle cat and waited quietly here, because the bloody arena had been opened, and the people who came here must not only be the wave of dead and lifeless guilds.

Sure enough, the snow-dyed Qingfeng still judged quite accurately in this regard.

The second group of people who arrived at the scene were soldiers and horses of the Thousand Faces family.

The two teams of black-armored heavy horsemen walked slowly and slowly approached, followed by a phalanx of strict infantry, such as the spears, swords and shields of the forest, in the darkness, like rolling clouds.

"Didn't he come?"

Ning Yi stood among the piles of corpses, staring at the orange outsiders sitting in the army array.

This "he" is naturally Ning Yi's old friend, a thousand-faced milk bottle.

"He won't come, I'm the one who calls the shots now."

The orange outsider was surrounded by elite guards, but this heavy protection did not provide him with much security.

This evaluation is not only an affirmation of the Holy Sword Cold Spring Reflecting the Moon, but also a disdain for the snow-dyed Qingfeng.

It's ridiculous that a fool who only knows his own power like a beast would want to defeat the Great Demon King who gave him this power.

It's like Count Dracula, after becoming a vampire, immediately clamoring to kill Cain, can there be any other result than being able to laugh off other people's big teeth?

"It's not going to end there!"

Xuezhi Qingfeng was helped up from the ground by his teammates, his eyes were still fierce, and the defeat in the game, although it was unexpected by him, also made his face gloomy.

But it doesn't matter, he knows Ning Yi's true identity, with his family background, some of them have the means to kill each other in reality!

This threat has angered Ning Yi's bottom line.

In essence, monks are a group of open-minded people, because they can obtain a long age than the thousand-year-old king, and if they are always short-tempered, it is easy to have high blood pressure and burst blood vessels.

But when it comes to those who threaten their lives, monks are never polite.

Ning Yi had 10,000 ways to kill Xue-dyed Qingfeng in reality without knowing it, and even he already had this plan now, because he could see that the other party was not the kind of character who would knock out his teeth and swallow blood when he suffered a loss.

This kind of thing is to strike first and then suffer.

As long as it is confirmed that there is a threat from the other party, it will be resolutely eliminated.

Ning Yi didn't want to wait until the other party had caused irreparable damage to himself and the things he cherished, and then he would retaliate back with anger.

That kind of person is too stupid, too mentally retarded.

Nipping the threat in the bud is what the monks do.

"Hmph, let's go!"

Glaring at Ning Yi hatefully, Xuezhi Qingfeng gritted his teeth and took away all the members of the Deathless Guild.

But in reality, they didn't go far.

They found a hidden jungle cat and waited quietly here, because the bloody arena had been opened, and the people who came here must not only be the wave of dead and lifeless guilds.

Sure enough, the snow-dyed Qingfeng still judged quite accurately in this regard.

The second group of people who arrived at the scene were soldiers and horses of the Thousand Faces family.

The two teams of black-armored heavy horsemen walked slowly and slowly approached, followed by a phalanx of strict infantry, such as the spears, swords and shields of the forest, in the darkness, like rolling clouds.

"Didn't he come?"

Ning Yi stood among the piles of corpses, staring at the orange outsiders sitting in the army array.

This "he" is naturally Ning Yi's old friend, a thousand-faced milk bottle.

"He won't come, I'm the one who calls the shots now."

The orange outsider was surrounded by elite guards, but this heavy protection did not provide him with much security.