Another three days passed, and Deng Yi came to the United States station again, but this time it was not just him, there were more than one million Chinese players. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I've seen Master Deng!"

But all the players who felt that they had some ability and had a head and face came up, greeted Deng Yi excitedly, and greeted them one by one, and Deng Yi also returned the salute one by one.

"Due to the rush of time, everyone is too scattered in the hunting ground, and only these people have been gathered so far, but there are many more people on the way to come. At the same time, in order to prevent other countries from taking the opportunity to attack the station, most of the players were organized to defend the station.

The main task of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is to defend the station, so several pavilion elders have gone there. Ouyang Haotian bowed to Deng Yi and briefly introduced the current situation, he was one of the main organizers of this conference battle.

"There are also a lot of players in the enemy country, and they are fighting everywhere, and it is not so easy to gather more people, and we have also killed all the way, otherwise there must be more than that." Worried that Deng Yi had few suspects, Ouyang Haotian explained.

"These people are enough, as long as I can hold off the players for a while, I can kill those two guards, and everything will be easy to say when I enter the station." Although there are now millions of players in the United States, Deng Yi doesn't care, and he doesn't need to kill them all when he attacks the station.

"And when are we going to attack?" Ouyang Haotian glanced around anxiously, since they came to the vicinity of the Mi Country station, the fierce battle had not stopped for a moment, and he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it after waiting for a long time.

"Attack now." After that, Deng Yi took out the lyre, jumped off the canopy, and took the lead in killing at the front.

"Kill!" Ouyang Haotian shouted at the Huaguo players behind him, and then jumped off the canopy with a group of super-first-class masters and followed closely by Deng Yi's side.

"Kill! Kill all these Mi Guokees! Countless Chinese players shouted loudly, rushed out of the woods behind Deng Yi and the others, and collided with hundreds of thousands of Chinese players who had been waiting for a long time.

It's the biggest player war ever, with no scheming or strategy on either side, just the most brutal sword clash and flesh flying.

Tens of thousands of people are killed at every moment, but no one pays attention to them, because all eyes are always on the man who is called God.

Choking, the sound of the piano was harsh, the sound waves were terrifying, Deng Yi walked all the way, within 100 meters, all the players in front of him were strangled into countless pieces, and there was no whole corpse left.

Let Ouyang Haotian and the others who were following him all look frightened, they have always heard that Master Deng is powerful, and only when they saw it up close today did they understand its true horror, this method is too powerful, and it is too spicy.

No matter how hard the players of the United States worked, how fearless they were of death, they could not stop Deng Yi's footsteps, and it only took less than a minute for him to lead a group of elite Chinese players to the gate of the United States station.

"Hold them on, I'll take care of these two guards." Feeling the aura of the guards to launch an offensive, Deng Yi once again commanded Ouyang Haotian and the others.

In front of the gate of the Han Country Station, Deng Yi can be unscrupulous, because there are not many decent masters among the tens of thousands of Han Country players.

But now it's different, most of the high-end players in the entire country have gathered here, no matter how confident Deng Yi is, he doesn't dare to hold up in front of them while facing two guards.

"No problem!" Ouyang Haotian answered categorically, raised his hand and waved his best front and back interception, and fought with the first player in the United States, Tran.

Everyone else also launched their strongest offensive, not seeking to make contributions, but only to be able to drag down these players and masters of the rice country and prevent them from affecting Master Deng.

The two guards crossed the top of the player's head, and the two-handed giant sword spewed out the sword qi more than a zhang long, and slashed down fiercely.

Choked, the lyre was suspended in front of his chest out of thin air, Deng Yi plucked his hands on the strings violently, the sound of the piano exploded, and a sound wave rolled out, colliding with the guard's sword gang.

Wave after wave, the two guards were in the air, using their strength, but they couldn't stab the giant sword in their hands for half a minute.

Pong, Deng Yi plucked the strings twice, and the two sound waves merged into one, turning into a tumbling sonic torrent and surging towards the two guards.

The two guards suddenly turned pale with fright, and had the intention to retreat, but they found that they had already ridden the tiger, so they could only shout at the same time, squeeze every bit of strength in their bodies, and inject it into the giant sword in their hands, trying to resist this round of surging attacks.

However, all struggles were in vain, and the sound waves rolled upward, first brushing over the sword, which collapsed and dissipated into nothingness, and then brushed past the greatsword, which, after a violent twist, shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.

In the end, the two guards were brushed over, their armor was shattered, their seven orifices were bleeding, and they fell straight to the ground, with more air out and less air intake, and they couldn't survive.

But Deng Yi was still not at ease, as long as these guards still had a breath, there was a possibility of survival, so he raised his hand and spilled a handful of steel balls, beating their heads into a sieve, completely cutting off their vitality, and then completely relieved.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! Seeing that the two guards were dead, Trung forced Ouyang Haotian back with a sword, shouted, and then turned around to escape.

But how could Deng Yi let him go, raised his hand and popped out a steel ball, heading straight for the back of his head. Tran felt a strong aura of death approaching, and his hairs stood on end, and at the last moment, he turned around and slammed his sword sideways, blocking the steel ball.

Bang, a dull thud sounded, and the steel ball was accurately blocked, but the terrible force contained in it was not something that Tran could withstand.

With a click, the bones of his hand broke, and Tran's great sword could no longer hold it, and it swirled, grazing his neck and flying past, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, killing several people in succession, and then crashed into the city wall and stopped.

Ouyang Haotian's eyes were quick, and he grabbed a long sword and threw it over, piercing Tran's heart with incomparable precision and making up for the final blow.

One move to overturn Tran, Deng Yi kept in his hands, and the steel balls were one after another, like a machine gun, but the life of the reaper of the rice country players was extremely accurate.

However, after a few dozen breaths, nearly half of the high-end players in the United States were killed or injured, and the others saw that the situation was not good, and all of them retreated to the station.

Deng Yi was not in a hurry to chase and kill, but turned his head and launched a crazy slaughter of hundreds of thousands of players from the country outside the station. Hundreds of thousands of people are densely packed together, and a sonic attack is a large area, faster than cutting wheat, how could Deng Yi let go of such a good opportunity?