"Concentrate your firepower and kill that bloody guy first!" Xingtian shouted loudly.

As soon as Xingtian's words came out, dozens of players who seemed to be like water years gave up their original attack targets and aimed their guns at Ye Fei, Ye Fei saw this, and let out a sneer in his mouth, and with a fast step under his feet, the person had jumped out like lightning, only to see him quickly jump into the place where the most people gathered in the past year.

At this time, the wolf fangs and ancient swords that were originally in this area hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, Ye Fei roared in his mouth - "Fire Dance Red Dust!"

Suddenly, all the players who seemed to be in the flow of water were shocked, and the players who were originally a little far away ran farther.

Just kidding, they've seen the power of this skill, and the whole thing is killing!

The few players who were locked by Ye Fei in the Flowing Year, except for the outermost ones, everyone else knew that they couldn't escape, so they accelerated their attack on Ye Fei, but unfortunately the attack hadn't arrived yet, and the thick flames had already wrapped them.

This fire burned so violently that the ice and snow began to melt, and the willows began to sprout, and the masters struggled in the flames, but they could not escape the fate of their death!

Ten seconds, in just ten seconds, there was an open space around Ye Fei, and there were dozens of more evil values on his pK account.

Xingtian ran fast and managed to barely keep his rank, but it was certainly temporary, as his brother's fate would soon be his turn.

Looking at the players in Cold Ice City who were scattered to pieces, the battle of Zhilu Dao was almost coming to an end, and at this time, it was the best time for him to perform an assassination, only to see him quickly lock on to a target, bully forward, and the dagger in his hand quickly wiped out the man's neck.

This is a level 53 warrior, just in Ye Fei's fire dance red dust, barely survived with thick blood, but the qi and blood were almost burned, at this time he was desperately swallowing medicine to return blood, how would he have expected that he had been targeted by thieves, and he was also the strongest thief in Huaxia City, unprepared, he only felt a pain in his neck, and the whole person was unable to move.

This level 53 Ice City warrior was enjoying the comfort brought to him by MB at this time, and the old reason was to press this MB warrior to the ground just like he had just done to the general, and stabbed him in the chest.

The unlucky little soldier couldn't move his whole body, and could only watch his chest being stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the bloody flowers were all in time for the fireworks set off during the New Year.

The little soldier saw that he was in a catastrophe, so he simply closed his eyes motionless and waited for death.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind behind him, and the old old man did not look back, and before he had time to turn back, he heard a miserable scream, and when he turned back, the little soldier who was almost anemic by himself had disappeared, and not far from himself, the old man Xingtian looked at the place where the little soldier disappeared in a daze, it turned out that he just wanted to sneak attack the old man, but he didn't want the old old man to be very smart, and avoided his attack for the first time, and the unlucky little soldier was stabbed for him.

Xingtian was just stunned for a while, and immediately launched an attack on the old one, Xingtian is also a explosive warrior, the giant sword in his hand slashed at the old old body one after another, and the old one relied on his agility to dodge left and right to avoid Xingtian's attack, although Xingtian's attack was fierce, but it couldn't hit anyone, and it was in vain.

The old man dodged a few times, saw an opportunity, and flashed sideways in front of Xingtian's body, the dagger had been pushed into Xingtian's chest, blood splashed, and a wound had already floated from the top of Xingtian's head.

Xingtian ate a knife, the fire in his heart, a whirlwind slash swept towards the old old one, the old old had already rushed to Xingtian, Xingtian launched the skill at close range, Rao is old old man was agile, and he couldn't avoid this blow, only heard a 'bang', the old old was suddenly swept out more than ten meters away, thanks to the old old equipment, otherwise with his thief's blood, this sweep would have to sweep him back to Huaxia City.

The old man crawled out of the snow pit, and without thinking about it, he took out the blood bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, because he didn't need to look at it to know that his blood was definitely not much.

Xing Tian saw that a whirlwind slash failed to hang up the thief, and rushed towards the man again.

"Cold Light Slash!"

Xingtian roared, and the sword in his hand was about to cut at the old man's head, when he suddenly heard a muffled sound of 'poof', and at the same time felt a pain in his head, an iron arrow had pierced his head, and the cold light slash he had launched was also immediately interrupted.

And this arrow was shot by the illusion of a dream, although this arrow failed to kill the heavens, but at least it saved the old life, the old old man nodded at the illusion of a dream, and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother." ”

Illusion Imeng shrugged and said, "You're welcome." ”

The old man didn't speak again, because the next ** blow of Xingtian had arrived, and the old man was not a soft-hearted person, otherwise he wouldn't have abused that little warrior like that just now.

I saw that his body was short, and he avoided Xingtian's blow, the dagger in his hand slid forward, and the sharp blade slashed through Xingtian's legs, and then rolled sideways around Xingtian's back.

At this time, Xingtian was still rushing forward, although he knew that the thief was behind him at this time, but his skills had not yet been completed, and his body was not controlled, so he could not do anything about the thief behind him.

The old man walked around behind Xingtian, took two steps forward and grabbed his back collar and dragged it back, and the dagger was sent forward, only to hear a 'snort', and the sharp dagger had pierced into his waist.

At this time, Xing Tian was very depressed, because as the first soldier of Cold Ice City, he couldn't even beat a thief, how could he stand it.

The old old doesn't matter how Xingtian feels now, the red knife goes in and the white knife comes out, after stabbing Xingtian in the back, it is another wipe on his neck, Xingtian wants to throw the old old out of the coffin, but the old old is stuck to him like a dog skin plaster, even if he is a warrior as strong as a cow, he can't get rid of the old one, but the old one keeps stabbing the dagger into his body, if in reality, like this stabbing method, even an elephant will be stabbed to death, but in the game, the blood will not die if it doesn't fall out.

"You TMD! Let go of Lao Tzu! Xingtian was crazy and yelled angrily.

The old reason ignored him, one hand strangled Xingtian's neck, and the dagger in his hand was either stabbed or inserted, or wiped or sharpened, anyway, he just didn't want to die and greeted Xingtian, and finally, Xingtian stopped struggling, nor roaring, because he had turned into a white light and disappeared.

On the other side, the players of the Wolf Tooth and the Ancient Sword were chasing and killing the remnants of the water and the wind in all directions, and in the Valley of Listening to the Wind, more than a hundred people from the two guilds were screaming and fleeing in all directions, and the majesty just now no longer existed.

"Kill! Kill me! Ouch...... Which bastard shoots Lao Tzu! ”

Zhang Jie, who was in charge of protecting Hou Yi, saw that victory was in sight, and pulled Hou Yi to sit in a no-man's corner to cheer for his comrades, but a cold arrow flew out of nowhere and knocked off half of his blood.

Zhang Jie looked around for the guy who fired cold arrows at him, only to see an ancient sword archer looking at him with an embarrassed face.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I went off." The archer looked apologetic.