Ye Rong looked at Tianshui's face, from sunny to cloudy and then to dark clouds, and now it was a downpour.

"Wow, this person's face-changing stunt is pretty good!"

Ye Rong glanced around, pulled Manzhu Lu'er back two steps, and reached a distance away from the ring.

"What's wrong?"

"If the Emei Tianshui Department wins ten games smoothly and gets out of the limelight, the Tianshui side will naturally withdraw with the players. But now it is the result of one loss and one draw, and Tianshui himself has lost a little face, how can he stop there, there will definitely be a scuffle later. ”

Ye Rong thought of Miao Qingyi's deliberate move to release water to seek peace, and couldn't help but sigh his unwiseness, he didn't want to lose his face or offend Emei, and this compromise method was the most unflattering to both sides. It's better to kill Emei players neatly, and establish a brave image in the minds of Qingcheng players.

Ye Rong also didn't expect that the release of Miao Tsing Yi was also a disguised achievement for him. As the only one among the ten people in Qingcheng who won, his prestige is now far beyond the heads of those forces, and he is faintly regarded as the number one master in Qingcheng.

After all, there are 100,000 Qingcheng disciples, and now lone rangers or squad players are still the mainstream, and most of them are not interested in joining informal gangs.

"What, doesn't it say that you will win or lose in ten games, and the winner will be decided?"

"Yes, now that we have lost, we are just at their disposal, and they have not violated the rules."

Looking at Manzhu Lu'er's cute sullen expression, Ye Rong couldn't help but stretch out his index finger and scratch the tip of her upturned nose.

"Accept and concede, Emei players are really strong."

After a long time of inking, the lengthy match in the ring finally ended in a draw.

Although the Emei player was depressed in his heart, in the face of the smile and sincere look on his face and the words of praise and praise in his mouth, it was really difficult to show any bad attitude, so he could only get out of the ring without saying a word.

Ye Rong saw Miao Qingyi's actions clearly, and he sighed again and again, and he had achieved this level politely, no wonder he had made a wide range of contacts.

Watching the play, several leaders of Dongliu Cangshui stepped forward to talk to the Tianshui side, and sure enough, the conversation collapsed, and the Emei side simply mentioned it in the impossible conditions for drilling, in order to provoke a fight.

"Bloody Qingcheng!"

Tianshui side snorted, and behind him there was a mountain of echoing sounds, Emei Tianshui players shot indiscriminately, nearly 10,000 Qingcheng players were out of the mountain gate to defend the prohibition, and there were dozens of people who were killed by a face.

Fortunately, Ye Rong pulled Manzhu Lu'er to a lower position, and the two of them were not harmed.

In the scuffle of tens of thousands of people, it is still difficult to issue all kinds of instructions without forming gangs. As soon as the battle collided, the formation instantly became chaotic, and the Qingcheng and Emei players were messed together.

"Okay, good, Lao Tzu's casting snow depends on you!"

Ye Rong was slightly excited, and ordered Manzhu Lu'er to follow him, and with a shake of his shoulder, two white sword lights of different shades flew out of the sword box. With the Taixuan Ice Spirit Sword in one hand and the Izumo Sword in the other, the two swords rushed into the chaotic crowd of players.

In this case, if you are not careful, you will find that there are enemies everywhere in front and back, and Ye Rong does not dare to be completely sure with a flying sword alone, not to mention protecting Manzhu Lu'er behind him.

"If you want to kill a hundred people, I still have too few flying swords, so if you do a good job of three swords, it is estimated that you will soon be able to make up the number of heads required for the serial mission!"

The number of Qingcheng players on the field is estimated to be more than ten times that of Emei players, and the personal strength is slightly stronger, and it is impossible to make up for such a huge number gap. However, Emei players are often seven or eight people gathered together, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, and they can exert several times more power than when they are scattered in battle. There is also a group of players led by Tianshui, each of whom has a Xuanming ** flag in his hand, and when combined, a turbulent dark river rushed out, and the Qingcheng players around them were all staggered, and the sword light could easily take away the surname.

"If you follow this trend, with the advantage of having a respawn point behind you, you can consume Emei's players even if you consume them, at most, as long as you die on average on each person's head. But not everyone has such a clear direction, and in the case of seeing that it is better to win for a long time, the enthusiasm of the players of the sect to participate in the battle will drop significantly. ”

In order to fight for a bad breath, you have to pay the price of being hung up once or more, and ten of the best players will be shaken. It is not easy to level up on the other side, and even if an ordinary player in his thirties puts all his experience into the character level, it will take about two days to upgrade to the next level.

It is human nature to rush forward with benefits, and you to go first if you want to suffer, and in the absence of a standardized reward and punishment mechanism, few high-consciousness players will continue to fight when a large number of players around them are dying.

Ye Rong understands this, it is necessary to cause as many kills as possible, the number of players in Emei is limited, and one death is one less, and it is impossible to rush over from Mount Emei again.

Even though he has meager strength alone, he is also a move to gather sand into a tower and gather armpits into a fur, which is not to live up to the identity of the three generations of disciples of his sect.

Ye Rong's two third-order flying swords were already a little outdated for players of his level, but fortunately, with the sword box bonus, it was not particularly obvious. The two flying swords were aimed at an Emei player is swung out, and there was a continuous sound of ding ding dong, and the person's talisman flying sword was blasted away by his endless sword light, and the Taixuan Ice Spirit Sword easily took away a surname.

"Wow, that's exciting!"

Seeing that the twin swords in Ye Rong's hands were like spirit fish, he had already killed three opponents in a row, of course, this was also partly related to hiding behind others' backs and suddenly casting cold arrows, Manzhu Lu'er could be regarded as screaming and waving his hand to release his set of fire-based magic weapons.

Ye Rong breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that Manzhu Lu'er had been following behind him but didn't speak, and she was frightened by this kind of scene.

"Don't use your fireworks, just use normal attacks."

Thinking of the mass destruction spell attached to Manzhu Lu'er's complete set of fire-based magic weapons, Ye Rong hurriedly stopped her eagerness to try.

This kind of mass destruction spell is indeed a great weapon in a group war, but at the moment, players on both sides are mixed together, and Manzhu Lu'er smashes down a few rows of fireworks and colorful spells, I am afraid that the merit value will be reduced to a negative value on the spot, and there is a danger of being expelled from the sect.

ps, Assi, it's too early to say, and the third shift is only here now...... Angry, don't sleep and continue to code words