Mo Qianying quickly proved his ability with his actions, because they didn't wait for the second group of the Sword of Optimus to turn around, and they rushed straight over, and only one player who took the second group was pierced. The fifty elites of the Nine Dragons Society used Mo Qianying and Qianren Jianming as sharp knives and rushed towards Cheng Wuxian and the others.

"What's going on?" Cheng Wuxian hurriedly ran away, and the time for the other party to break through the blockade was far beyond his understanding.

"President, their equipment seems to be fine iron equipment." A player next to him said, "I have a fine iron equipment before, and it looks like that, it belongs to purple equipment. ”

"Purple ......" Cheng Wuxian stumbled under his feet and almost fell. The Sword of Optimus is already considered to be the guild with the largest number of people in Hedong City, but even so, it still only gets a dozen purple outfits, and it still gives priority to equipping the high-ranking members of the guild. It is said that it is impossible for a small guild like the Kowloon Society to get so many purple clothes, but he can't help but believe the facts in front of him.

"President, what should I do if they catch up?" The people around him shouted in panic to admit no hatred.

Cheng Wuxian complained bitterly in his heart, and in desperation, he let the other four regiments that had already rushed half of them turn back.

Mo Qianying, who was following behind, saw them running towards the large army from a distance, and immediately waved his hand to let everyone behind him retreat, and the players of the second regiment of the Heavenly Sword had just recovered from the charge of the Kowloon Society, and before the formation was stable, the group of wolf-like guys killed again. Immediately, everyone scattered and fled, and no one bothered to accept the hateless request to stop him, because everyone knew that he couldn't stop him at all.

Seeing that the fifty members of the Kowloon Club were squandering back and forth one by one, Cheng Wu was so angry that green smoke was rising above his head, and he immediately ignored the station of the Kowloon Club, and directly let the players of the five regiments surround them.

If these fifty people were still those ordinary players in the past, they might have made a wrong judgment out of fear when they saw this posture, but after they experienced the battle of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, their mentality was completely different. In other words, in their eyes, the group of people in front of them is similar to the monsters in the wild.

There was no need for Mo Qianying's instructions at all, everyone tacitly switched formations according to experience, melee classes spread out to the periphery, and ranged classes converged in the middle. While the players of the Sword of Optimus were still worried about the two regiments huddled together, the Kowloon Society's side had already completed the transition between attack and defense, and the attack of the ranged class roared towards the head of the pursuer.

Players of the Sword of Optimus have no actual combat experience at all, at most they have fought some small-scale team battles with more than a dozen people, and in the face of overwhelming attacks, the melee class that rushed to the front subconsciously stood in place. They didn't care about this stop, but they let everyone behind them collide, and some ranged classes had a chance to fight back, but they were pushed by their teammates and squeezed together one after another.

Mo Qianying saw that the opportunity was rare and directly led people to kill them back, so a strange scene appeared. The team of fifty members of the Kowloon Society was like a stone dam in the torrent, stopping the tide of the Sword of Optimus.

The players of the Kowloon Club attack and defend in an orderly manner, as long as someone has residual blood, they leave immediately, and the people behind quickly plug the vacancy. The ranged profession and the nurse in the back supported the teammates in front of them desperately, and after a short stalemate, they actually pressed the people of the Optimus Sword and began to retreat.

Mo Qianying and Qianren Jianming rushed into the formation of the Optimus Sword one after the other, and a single slash could clear a gap, so that those melee classes did not dare to step forward, so they could only circle around them.

Cheng Wuxian, who was in the distance, looked at their arrogant actions, and suddenly roared angrily: "What about the long-range profession!" How are you still crawling behind! Set fire to those two people! They were all trampled on the face and danced on the other side, why are you still slow! ”

The ranged profession of the Sword of Optimus suddenly complained bitterly, not because they didn't want to be fast, but because the game set their movement speed to keep up with the melee combat, coupled with the lack of tacit understanding between several regiments, they all rushed up and pushed each other, and all those who could run to the front were strong and strong melee combat. There are even some people who have a revenge mentality, standing in a general posture and not making a move.

However, the chairman of his own family has spoken, and it is not good to be a wood with nothing to do, so the group of long-range professions that have reached the front line the fastest began to blast towards Mo Qianying and Qianren Sword.

In the face of dozens of various long-range skills that bombarded over, Mo Qianying and Qianren Jianming only glanced at each other, as if they didn't have any nervousness. Between them, Mo Qianying took out a metal ball engraved with a hollow pattern, and threw it directly to the ground, only to hear a loud roar, and a burst of thick smoke quickly exploded, enveloping the radius of twenty meters around him.

All players who attack both of them receive a notification that the target is missing, followed by a large MISS notification wafting out of the smoke. The smoke-shrouded melee players weren't much better, as their eyes turned gray the moment they were covered in smoke, and all their teammates turned into unreadable silhouettes, all of them spun around like headless flies.

Mo Qianying's smoke bomb was like a signal, and the players of the Nine Dragons Club in the fierce battle on the other side all took out the same smoke bomb and threw it directly at their feet. For a moment, the place where the two groups were engaged was shrouded in a wall of smoke, and everyone lost their vision and goal at the same time.

"Meet under the big tree in the southeast."

Mo Qianying issued an order on the guild channel, and at the same time, he also received a message from Lan Ruoxue that the thousand-man alliance of the Ice Moon Pavilion and the Black Dragon Wings had begun to storm the station of the Heavenly Sword, and since Cheng Wuxian had taken half of the people, their attack was smoother than expected.

Rushing out of the smoke, Mo Qianying did not go to the predetermined meeting place, but bypassed the large force of the Heavenly Sword from the side and rushed directly towards Cheng Wuxian, who was commanding from the side.

Cheng Wuxian didn't realize that the danger was approaching, and he was still angry at the few regiment commanders below. It was not easy to separate the chaotic crowd on this side, and the two regiments on that side were crowded together again, and the chaos after the start of the fight was beyond his expectations.

When I think of myself, when I watched the video of the battle against Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, I also boasted to the people below that if I were in command, I would definitely not lose so badly. Now it seems that he only hopes that those who have heard this sentence can forget what they have said.

"President! He's coming! ”

The dozen or so guild leaders beside him turned around in unison, scrambling to draw their weapons as if they were facing a great enemy. Cheng Wuxian stretched out his head, and saw Mo Qianying rushing towards like a wind through the gap between the human heads.

"Don't let him go!" Cheng Wuxian pointed at Mo Qianying and shouted, and those who didn't know thought that Mo Qianying was the one who was hunted down.

It's a pity that Mo Qianying didn't mean to fight them at all, and when he raised his hand, a smoke bomb was thrown over, and a flash flashed into the group.

"! What about people! I can't see! ”

"Big brother! You're cutting your own people! ”

"Huh? Who pokes me in the ass! ”

After a period of chaos, the smoke dispersed, and a dozen people huddled together and stared around vigilantly, only to find that Mo Qian's image had never appeared, and disappeared without a trace.

"He's been killed?" Someone asked, and the tone was full of unconfidence.

No one answered his words, as they soon spotted Mo Qianying in the distance.

"Huh? What about the president? ”

Someone asked a key question, and everyone was quiet for a moment, and then hurriedly pulled out the guild panel, and they found that the coordinates of Cheng Wuxian had become the resurrection point of Hedong City.