In the end, he glared at Han Feng next to him angrily, and the leader of the Korean players didn't dare to be careless anymore, and hurriedly beckoned the other seventeen Korean players to press up, wanting to kill a few people quickly.

Wielding a pair of double knives in his hand, the leader of the Korean player greeted Shen Qiliang, who was shooting a silver gun opposite.

From the beginning of entering Sky City, Han Feng was still a rare person to be able to take a break in the big melee, although he was lazy when he was with Gao Jun and the five of them, he was also lazy when he was in the grove, but after all, the occasional encounters at that time were retail investors, basically one or two people could do it, and there was no need for Han Feng to do it.

But now it's different, eighteen people fight seven, Han Feng can still sit happily and watch the excitement, on the one hand, because he himself did make enough contributions at the beginning, at the cost of his serious injury, he helped the Chinese players behind him buy time, on the other hand, it is the players of the ten major guilds, each of them is not vegetarian, and the strength of individual soldiers is obviously much higher than that of Korean players, but now there are not enough people, most of them are one to greet two or three, and they can't spare their hands to carry out additional strikes.

Just when Han Feng was leisurely on his side, another Shining Guild player rushed out. The person who came was a female player, petite in stature, and it looked estimated that it was less than one and a half meters, with light movements, holding an Emei thorn in each hand, and with a light body, he was always able to attack the vital point of Korean players by surprise, so that they had to give up the next action and turn to defense.

And after the woman broke through the opponent's attack with one blow, she didn't entangle, and directly moved her feet and turned to the other side.

Looking at the woman's movements, Han Feng understood the power of the Great Guild. Not only is the combat ability of individual soldiers strong enough, but the combination of various talents is also an indispensable link in team battles.

It's like the woman in front of her, at first glance, she belongs to the kind of auxiliary profession in the past games, and her individual combat effectiveness is not high, and there is basically no damage in heads-up. But the victory lies in the clever and weird footwork, when the two sides fight, she can always stab her Emei thorn at the most suitable time and in the most suitable position.

And he never rushes forward, he shoots with one blow, whether he hits or not, and dodges directly, but the effect of disturbance is 100% achieved. This kind of harassing play, the most suitable is this kind of short weapon, basically hand to weapon, people walk the weapon, will not drag mud and water, will not because of the distance of the long weapon, resulting in accidental injury or oolong.

Looking at the characteristics of the woman's movements, Han Feng's figure of Gao Jun sounded in his mind. The same weird body style, the same short weapon in hand, but the difference is that Gao Jun's individual attack ability is definitely far better than the woman in front of him.

Thinking of this, Han Feng began to look down and figure out how to change Gao Jun's style of play, and he could also mix this kind of play similar to disturbance in the battle.

Han Feng obviously noticed that as long as it was in a melee that could be supported for a short period of time, this kind of harassing style of play was very effective.

Even if it is a seven-on-eighteen situation now, then the addition of this eighth person, as long as it ensures that the other seven people will not be killed by the other party one by one, then the effect of this eighth person is even better than the effect of adding the ninth and tenth people.

Because they are always worried that they will be hurt by the other party, the eighteen Korean players are always timid when they shoot, and they dare not let go of the big opening and closing of the big moves, and they can't guarantee that they can defeat their opponents within one or two moves, so they are playing more and more conservatively. Moreover, their movements and body skills could not keep up with the woman at all, and in the melee of so many people, it was impossible to find three or five people alone to encircle and suppress the woman, and they couldn't take care of it just by rushing left and right in the crowd.

"Drink!"

Just when Han Feng was looking down and thinking, Shen Qiliang on the opposite side let out a loud shout, and the moment the woman had just finished harassing Shen Qiliang's opponent and dodged away, Shen Qiliang broke out.

I saw that his arms holding the silver gun shook, and the whole silver gun also trembled, looking from a distance, like a silver swimming dragon, struggling and writhing in Shen Qiliang's hands, ready to break free from Shen Qiliang's shackles and rush into the crowd of Korean players to wreak havoc.

"The Raging Dragon Sweeps a Thousand Troops!"

With Shen Qiliang shouting, the silver spear actually burst out with a high-pitched and crisp dragon groan in the trembling, which made people feel the shock of the slightest heart.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Qiliang shook the silver gun in his hand left and right, and rushed straight into the six Korean players in front of him, the gun head was pointed left and right, and a solid steel gun was like a swimming snake, always rushing towards the throat, heart, and vital points of the Korean players on the opposite side from some weird and indistinguishable angles, making the six Korean players on the opposite side at a loss.

Shen Qiliang single-handedly fought against six Korean players without being weak, all with the silver spear with the sound of a dragon in his hand.

Gods and demons?

Looking at Shen Qiliang's movements, Han Feng always had a slight feeling, as if it was Li An in front of his eyes, waving his Canglong Bow, rushing left and right in the enemy camp. Now in Han Feng's opinion, he can almost be sure that the reason for this feeling for him is precisely because of the silver spear in Shen Qiliang's hand, especially the dragon groan in the silver spear, which is simply the same as the dragon groan that erupted from the Canglong Bow in Li An's hand.

Just as Shen Qiliang burst into the Korean players and disrupted their formation, in the cave behind, another player from the Glorious Guild rushed out and rushed into the crowd with Shen Qiliang.

Leaning on the side of the mountain wall, because of the adjustment of true qi, although there was no pill recovery, but under the effect of true qi, Han Feng's injuries recovered very quickly, basically the serious injuries in his body had recovered thirty percent in such a short period of time.

Watching the players of the top ten guilds rushing out of the cave one by one, Han Feng paid close attention to each of their every move, after all, Han Feng still hadn't figured out which guild was the one that was ready to do it to him.

Looking at each of them, Han Feng estimated that except for the Blood Rose Valley Guild, the suspicion could be smaller, and it was really hard to say which one was the most suspicious. In desperation, Han Feng could only be more vigilant himself.

Thinking about the brothers who had gone offline, Han Feng felt a little lost in his heart, thinking that if even one person was by his side now, he wouldn't have to worry about leaving his back to his possible opponents.

Sitting on the ground and shaking his head helplessly, Han Feng hurriedly abandoned this thought.

Forget it, don't think about it, since God has arranged for me to come here by myself, then let me face it alone! Since I can survive the siege of eighteen people, why should I be afraid of their ten guilds?! There are no more than seven of them, less than half of the Korean players!

Looking at the Korean players over there, Han Feng laughed at himself a few words in his heart and adjusted his mentality.

Soon, as Shen Qiliang, Yu Guodong and others in front withstood the second-kill style of Korean players, the Chinese players in the back rushed out one after another and quickly threw themselves into the battle.

Immediately behind the Glorious Guild is the God Punishment Heavenly Kingdom, Pan Yang, who is dressed in a strong suit, also holds a spear in his hand, and rushes straight into the Korean players, although there is no spear with the sound of the dragon as a foil, but the momentum is not weaker than Shen Qiliang in front, the moves are fierce, dare to fight.

With the Divine Punishment Heavenly Kingdom Guild behind, followed by Yu Wencheng's Peak Mercenary Guild and Wind Shadow Guild, when these two big guilds all came out, the ratio of the number of people on the battlefield, Chinese players and Korean players was already twenty to sixteen. Among them, two Korean players have been killed by Pan Yang and Lee Young-ae respectively because of their lack of strength.

From Han Feng coming out alone just now, facing the attack of the other party's eighteen people alone, to the current twenty people on his own side, dealing with the sixteen people on the opposite side, from being beaten by a group to being beaten by a group, all of this is thanks to Han Feng's efforts at the beginning.

The Korean players, who were gradually pressed and beaten, felt the increasing pressure on their side. It turned out that two people fought one, and they didn't feel much advantage, but now they have to greet two people when they get one person, and they are even more caught off guard.

"No more! Can't hold on, boss! ”

A Korean player who was fighting against Lee Young-ae and constantly had to carry the ghostly female player of the Glorious Guild felt more and more difficult to fight, and turned his head to complain to their team leader.

"Yes, boss, get out of here!"

"That is, I really can't bear it, the Chinese are too powerful!"

Hearing the helpless complaints of his own side, the Korean team leader knew that if his side did not leave, it was estimated that he would be wiped out at the mouth of this cave. In desperation, the only way to do this was to give the order for all staff to retreat.

"Evacuate, retreat!"

The team leader waved his hand, ready to leave with his own people.

"Want to go? It's late! ”

Seeing the Korean players retreating, Shen Qiliang shouted violently, and caught up with the Korean team leader with a gun, pestering him so that he couldn't pull out.

The Mythic Guild and Vice City Guild, which were closely behind the Wind Shadow Guild, also rushed out one after another, surrounding the Korean players from both sides.

"Kill!"

Shen Qiliang waved his spear and made a strange long stab at the Korean team leader, which directly pierced his heart.

The last voice of the Korean team leader was to hear Shen Qiliang's words, and the last gaze was on Han Feng on the side of the mountain.

(To be continued)