The player, who had just approached a little bit, inexplicably made a big turn and rushed outward, and Xie Fantian, who had been paying attention to the figure, turned his horse's head and struck out the runes on his fingertips. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ranks of more than twenty people began to attrition, and as the horses moved, the wounded who broke away from the ranks were silently swallowed up by the darkness.

More and more alchemical potions were put into use. The use of various high-priced props at any cost made it more difficult for the team to move, and Xie Fantian had to admit that the seemingly fragile team in front of him made him feel suffocated.

It felt like powerlessness as the noose slowly tightened around my neck.

Xie Fantian will always have three teams in front of him, no more, no less. The team that is constantly on the move doesn't know how to train their movement speed, and with the combination of skill and high physical fitness, they can burst out with the agility of a galloping horse with each attack.

You don't have to be a knight just because you ride a horse.

In the game, the difference between war horses and ordinary horses is still very big, because war horses need to have a more professional riding level.

Even Xie Fantian's men couldn't be knights, so they couldn't break out of the trapping net that was as porous but resilient as a fishing net in the simplest way.

"Prepare for the sprint! The team of the Falling Star Guild is dying. Tears reminded him, and as soon as he raised his hand, an arrow flew out.

The move was a little ahead of the test, and the rhythm was only slightly chaotic, and in an instant, the young captain was overturned by the horse, and the current game progress, as long as it was not a tank class, it was impossible to hold up the second attack.

Heads fly high, and the lives of familiar people add a more realistic atmosphere to the battlefield.

"Not good, back off! Back off! The captains of the inner circle suddenly shouted, and the outer teams suddenly began to speed up.

Xie Fantian's horse team suddenly flicked, and a large-scale bombardment skill smashed in front of the naked clothes, almost taking one more life.

Amid the screams, there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

The heavily damaged blockade didn't even have the intention of trembling, and the second echelon immediately entangled. After walking around a few times, Xie Fantian actually felt dizzy. The loss of the Cavaliers' convoy exposed its weaknesses.

The freed horses ran around, and the slave team that stood on the ground finally began to fight in earnest, and when the convoy stopped running around, the players had to maintain a difficult battle.

After no longer wandering, the teams that work independently cannot play their due combat effectiveness, and their losses are getting bigger and bigger.

The remaining alchemical potion was burning, and the flames reflected the sky red.

In squads, their attacks became very cautious. More time is spent running, waiting for skills to cool down while running. A large amount of potions used to restore stamina are consumed. After this feast, the leveling progress will be slowed down. One can only pray that the harvest will make up for all that has been paid.

Xie Fantian felt as if he was surrounded by a large swarm of flies, and there were quite a few of them, the number of people who died in his hands was definitely more than twenty, but the strange thing was that the number of people shaking in front of him still hadn't changed, as if their number was fixed. As the battle progressed, the mood became more and more bad, and the pressure in the darkness was condensed.

When there is no relevant specialty, the will type of judgment needs to rely on the player's own mental resistance. Self-hypnosis is a must for almost every professional gamer.

They don't seem to be tired, they don't fear at all, they don't fear death at all.

They were just trying their best to maintain their rhythm, and no matter what happened, they wouldn't stop.

If you don't want to break this rhythm, this net can't be broken.

Xie Fantian understood this, so a huge character in the sky shone brightly.

The bright light caused a temporary blindness, and even then it was rare for people to panic. Players who have lost vision are still standing in this way, and even players who are moving in a squad can still stand in formation.

The slave hunter who rushed out of the convoy pierced the head of the dazed looking around with his spear, but he didn't expect that the player next to him, who heard the movement, did not hesitate to throw off the broadsword and launch a fierce attack with his eyes closed!

Storm Professional Mercenary Team, Regiment Commander 'Smoke Ghost'.

Experience Reappearance, Combat Ability: Blind Battle!

His gaze slowly returned, and when he saw it again, the battlefield had changed.

The complete guild collection has finally arrived.

When guerrilla warfare was transformed into a war of annihilation, the whole wilderness had the flavor of a battlefield.

"I said why there was a sudden quarrel." The smoker smiled, and the man who pulled the spear out of the corpse beckoned at him, "You're the one who is so fierce with your eyes closed." ”

……

Avoiding the flash effect, the sword in the hand of the weeping Mingxun, who jumped high on the stone, pressed the slave hunter's neck, and gave the opponent a hard blow at the speed of the opponent's sprint.

There was a muffled snort from behind, it was Lu Wei's voice. Hurriedly turned around and saw the pierced shield. and those who are protected by that shield.

Xie Fantian withdrew his fingers and was a little surprised by the texture of the shield, and the tearful little girl who gradually recovered her eyesight looked at everything in front of her blankly.

……

The state of weakness was finally lifted, and the basic attributes of the innate transcendent began to play a perverted role, and the wound was healing rapidly. Ye Xuan stood up and looked at the battle not far away, and it was so lively under the firelight.

Huge teams are gathering and expanding.

The light blue characters spread rapidly, and the team that finally pried open the layers of shells and stood in front of Xie Fantian was the first thing they felt was the sudden slowness of everything around them.

With only a few breaths of time, the small team lost was worth it.

Even if it's just exposing a skill of the boss.

It was a terrible fight.

However, this is just the beginning.

Coughing, Xie Fantian took out a bottle from his robe, and the liquid spilled an arc on the ground in front of him. The mana in the body is reactivated.

"Alright, alright, it's okay!"

"The Great Elder is here?"

"No, the god of war is here."

"What if he's here? If he's not from his own union, can he have fun......"

"Handover of command!" The weeping team wept and gave the order, and then walked away and gathered the ranged classes in each team to form a small team.

The player who has just arrived is dressed in a crisp white robe, and it doesn't look like a combat class, but rather a Confucian scholar. Behind him were a pair of people lined up.

All artist professions.

"Playing music!" The hub is a careful instrument that is easy to carry, a little quieter, but the quantity is enough to change the quality.

When the familiar drum sounded, all the players were a little shocked.

Except for Ye Xuan.

As an ordinary person, Ye Xuan, of course, has not watched the video of that battle.

That military confrontation is the origin of the title of the god of war.

The dot matrix drum, the god of the army lives up to the passing years.