The blood-red sword light quickly swung in the air, the long sword was as red as blood, and the blood-red liquid continued to drip from the sword, I don't know if it was the color of the long sword itself or it was dyed like this.

The strength of these harpy banshees is not very good, but they are not afraid of death, and the number of these guys is still so large.

In the face of these guys' attacks, Lin Qiuhan's attacks could easily break through their defenses, no matter who they were, they all had the instinct to survive, and despite the continuous blood flowing from their bodies, these guys still tried their best to fly into the air.

Lin Qiuhan had almost become a bloody man, and a large amount of blood was sprinkled on his body, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Such a scene looked a little bloody, no matter what the attack was, on Lin Qiuhan's body, an invisible evil aura slowly condensed and emanated from his body.

The strong killing aura almost made these harpy banshees instinctively have a desire to retreat. However, the evil thoughts in their hearts drove them, and these guys finally attacked Lin Qiuhan frantically.

Time passed little by little, Lin Qiuhan didn't have the slightest feeling in his heart for those half-elves hanging up outside, he knew that the sudden appearance of these jungle harpy banshees was really shocking, and it was easy to make people feel desperate.

But it is already like this, whether you resist or not, the result is death.

However, if you resist, there will still be a glimmer of life. Moreover, in Lin Qiuhan's opinion, even if there is no slightest escalation, it cannot sit still.

Therefore, he looked down on those half-elves who were crying and despairing.

Although he knew this situation, it was difficult for these half-elves not to despair, and seeing it with his own eyes, Lin Qiuhan was still a little unacceptable in his heart, and felt sad for them.

He could watch these half-elves die in battle, and he could accompany them to fight to the end, but he couldn't bear to die like this without any resistance.

Lin Qiuhan's experience since he was a child doomed him to not see such a situation, others can bully him, but he will never fight back.

Even if the strength is invincible, then, I would rather the enemy punch me three times, and I will return the punch to him. This is Lin Qiuhan's belief, and he has always done so.

"Brush!"

I don't know how long it took, a golden light fell on Lin Qiuhan's body.

"Ding Dong~"

System Prompt: Dear players, congratulations on your upgrade, your current level is level 49.

The mechanical synthesized sound of the system without the slightest emotion sounded in Lin Qiuhan's ears.

Lin Qiuhan seemed to be unaware, the light disappeared, and his state instantly returned to his peak, and the attack in his hand became even more powerful.

Lin Qiuhan is also a human, no matter how powerful he is, after all, he is facing so many monsters.

After attacking again and again, Lin Qiuhan's qi and blood also dropped quickly, and he also brought a lot of color on his body, and this upgrade was very timely.

If he slows down for a while, he will most likely hang up directly.

"We can't go on like this. Today's end may really be death, but, my people, are you willing to die like this, such a worthless death?

At the beginning, our ancestors still survived tenaciously due to the oppression of the human race and the discrimination of the elven race, but today, in the face of death, don't we even have the courage to resist?

Don't we half-elves really have no hope? No, I don't believe it, tell me, are you willing to just give up like this, and just want to die a meaningless death like a coward? ”

On the edge of the cliff on the left, a figure suddenly appeared from the trench next to it, the young Nanmo. Holding a long sword quenched with poison in his hand, he shouted loudly as he attacked with the help of the cover of the cliff.

His eyes swept over, and Lin Qiuhan could faintly see that the young man seemed to be shouting, but in the middle of the field, the eagle howled like a ghost crying wolf, and Lin Qiuhan couldn't hear what the young man was shouting at all.

However, he found that as the boy's voice sounded, the cry of the half-elf gradually disappeared in the field, except for the flapping of the wings of the harpy and the whistling of the wind through the canyon, the field was silent.

"So many years of comfortable life have made you lose the will to fight, we half-elves are sad, our appearance has been oppressed by the human race, the elves discriminated against, but our ancestors are tenacious, they gathered together under the oppression of all sides, came here, and sought the well-being of our half-elves.

We were fortunate that we were not attacked by any forces in the War of Annihilation, and we survived intact.

However, good fortune cannot stay with us forever, and now, the crisis has come. This is the danger that the race can be exterminated, I have no choice, only to fight, only to fight!

What about you? Tell me! It's like our ancestors, fighting to survive! Or die like a coward!

You tell me! How do you choose! ”

Hoarse roar, in the whistling wind, Nan Mo's voice became louder and louder, and the long sword in his hand slashed out one sword after another, and in the end, Nan Mo's body suddenly erupted with an astonishing battle intent, and a sword directly split the eagle body banshee in front of him in half.

The red blood poured directly on Nanmo's body like a torrential rain, and he didn't realize it at all, his eyes widened angrily, and he attacked frantically with earth-shattering killing intent.

In the canyon, Nanmo's last heart-rending roar ......

Blowing wildly, Lin Qiuhan could clearly feel the unwillingness in the young man's heart, the anger in his heart, and the unyielding fate in his heart......

Listening to the young man's words, Lin Qiuhan's body also erupted with a shocking battle intent, and the young man's words made Lin Qiuhan's heart awe-inspiring and his blood boiled......

The desperation of these half-elves before, not resisting, made Lin Qiuhan's heart full of sadness, he was the only one fighting in the field, that feeling was very, very uncomfortable, lonely and powerless, although Lin Qiuhan did not show it, but it was hidden in the depths of his heart.

However, at this moment, the young man's words made these negative emotions disappear in Lin Qiuhan's heart, and he believed that these half-elves would know how to choose.

Nanmo's words were very inspiring, and as the voice sounded, beside him, a half-elf stood up and clenched the weapon in his hand.

"Yes, we can't go on like this, we have to resist ......"

Shouting loudly, the half-elf's heart was also full of awe-inspiring battle intent, from the previous despair and fear, to the fierce fear of life and death in an instant.

"Yes, we can't go on like this."

"We choose to fight ......"

"Combat ......"

"We have to fight, we only have ...... to fight"

……

One voice after another sounded, more and more half-elves clenched the weapons in their hands and began to resist, in the face of death, at this moment, their figures became extremely tall.

Emotions are contagious, and when the scene is full of helplessness and despair, even those who have the heart to resist will lose the confidence to resist, but at this moment, the field is undoubtedly full of monstrous war intent.

An unwilling roar, a roar full of battle intent, at this moment, these half-elves overshadowed the eagle howls of hundreds of thousands of harpy banshees in the field, and overshadowed the howl of the wind through the canyon.

The roars of these half-elves echoed everywhere in the canyon.

Fierce battles began to play out in the canyon, and every moment the half-elves fell, but none of them flinched, and all the half-elves took up their weapons.

Life never ends, and the battle does not stop......

At this moment, they are fighting for survival, but also against death......

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Lin Qiuhan was still constantly attacking, countless harpy banshees kept attacking, and the corpses of the harpy banshees in front of Lin Qiuhan were replaced one after another.

On both sides, the house was almost crumbling under the impact of these harpies, but Lin Qiuhan didn't seem to realize it at all.

The battle intent emanating from Lin Qiuhan's body made these harpy banshees feel instinctive fear, but it also made them even more crazy.

"Your brother is fighting for the half-elves, and your people are all fighting for survival, is that how you treat them......

In the room, lying on the ground weakly, listening to Lin Qiuhan's voice, Yaxi's empty eyes seemed to have a trace of color. But then it was overshadowed by more desperation.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, as the patriarch of the half-elves, the pressure on Yaxi is undoubtedly very arduous, Lin Qiuhan's appearance brought her hope, but the appearance of these harpy banshees knocked her to the bottom of despair.

This despair is heavier and more painful than any half-elf.

"Listen, their voices are ringing."

Without looking back, Lin Qiuhan's voice continued to sound faintly. When he said this, he did not speak again.

That's all he can do, and as for whether he can pass this level in his heart, it's up to Yaxi himself. That's something he can't help.

"What about you? Tell me! It's like our ancestors, fighting to survive! Or die like a coward!

You tell me! How do you choose! ”

"Tell me! How do you choose!

How do you choose ......?"

This is Nanmo's voice is still echoing, although the voice is not very loud, but the war spirit contained in it, unwillingness, anger has not diminished at all.

"We choose to fight ......"

"Combat ......"

"We have to fight, we only have ...... to fight"

……

Countless voices rang out, the roars of the half-elves in battle, whose lives may have been gone, but their voices echoed in the canyon for a long time, as if their lives were continuing.

On the ground, Yaxi's eyes gradually regained their brightness, and suddenly, she stood up from the ground.

"Xiao Nan is right, I can't go on like this, I want to fight. I also have to fight......"

The next moment, Yaxi appeared in Lin Qiuhan's hands.

Without too many words, just turning his head and glancing at this woman, Lin Qiuhan understood what she meant.

The body of the harpy in his hand was still held high, and Lin Qiuhan's attack continued.