Jin Quan is the strongest person in the Yaoshi Ninth Army, except for Xiao Jiu Ge and Wen Hongbai Robe, and can be regarded as the fourth giant.

Now that the white robe is gone, he is the third giant of the Ninth Army of Yaoshi.

But now, it has become a corpse with a broken head.

Many of the soldiers of the Yaoshi Army found it difficult to accept such a result.

They don't understand, why was the boss of Jinquan still killed when he had such an advantage?

Yes, this man is very cunning, sneaking up on the camp, setting traps, using equipment to catch them off guard, killing many, many of them.

But that's not a head-on confrontation, it's a sneak attack!

Now that the Yao Shijun has gathered together, are you still afraid that he will not succeed? One person drowned him with a mouthful of spit!

The fact is that the man just turned around and shot him, and Jin Quan was killed.

Many people couldn't understand how he did it, why that defensive equipment didn't work at all.

Brother Xiao Jiu was also stunned, because the backbone of his subordinates was being killed by Ye Zhongming little by little, and his strong foundation was being destroyed little by little.

First the white robe, then the current Jinquan, who is next? Warm red? Still is...... Myself.

As soon as this thought appeared, it became almost irrepressible.

Ye Zhongming killed someone and began to flee again, at a fast speed.

The people of the Yao Shi Army had fear in their hearts, but more often than not, anger.

If you don't kill this person today, what face will you have to live in this world in the future?

"Today, even if we all die, we have to kill him, do you hear!"

Xiao Jiu Ge was no longer as angry as he was just now, he gritted his teeth and said, the determination in his tone moved many people.

Little Ninth Brother, the boss of the Ninth Army of Yaoshi is really angry!

No matter how strong Ye Zhongming is, he is a four-star evolutionary after all, followed by two powerful enemies of the same level, as well as seven or eight hundred warriors who are at least one-star evolutionaries and have experienced a hundred battles.

Each of them no longer spared their skills and abilities, and instead of being tired after the battle with the monster, they launched an attack as if they were not fatal.

The pressure on Ye Zhongming suddenly increased exponentially.

The gunshots rang out one after another, very rhythmic, each sound almost represented the end of a life, the killed one-star evolutionary and the two-star evolutionary, the difference was that when the one-star evolutionary died, Ye Zhongming did not use the skills of the deadly gunsmith, and when the two-star evolutionary died, they were all taken care of by the disemboweling space folding.

It's so weird!

The people of the Yao Shi Army had no idea from which angle the next shot would come from or who it would be aimed at.

No matter how brave they are, they will instinctively hesitate in the face of such a sudden death.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of chasing and killing between the two sides, Ye Zhongming came to a hill.

At this moment, his state is actually not very good, under the overwhelming attacks, although there are no serious injuries that affect his actions, but those attacks have finally left some traces on his body, and his physical strength is somewhat consumed, when there are no corpses under his feet, he can't keep up with the speed of rapid running and combat consumption by relying only on the replenishment of weeds on the ground.

The bullets for the sniper rifle are also gone, and these are the ones that have been painstakingly found at this stage, and there are not many of them. The use of skills consumed nearly half of Ye Zhongming's spiritual power.

If it was just to fight against the Yao Shi Army, Ye Zhongming would naturally be able to fight, but his current state was already the maximum he could bear, and if he continued to fight, he might encounter danger.

Seeing Ye Zhongming stop suddenly, Yao Shijun's people also stopped, for the man in front of them, whether they admit it or not, for this moment, they have already killed them.

Most of the command framework of the entire Yaoshi Ninth Army has been destroyed, except for Xiao Jiuge and Wen Hong, Jinquan died in battle, plus the white robe that was abolished before, only half of the high-level personnel remained, and the middle-level leaders below, the number of Erxing killed was also nearly half, and many squads even the deputy captain died, such a loss was greater than the price they paid to fight the Buhe Jedi, and it was much greater.

"You will definitely die today, even if I exchange my life with you!"

Little Brother Jiu looked at Ye Zhongming and said this sentence in an almost oath-like way, his emotions infected the soldiers of the Yao Shi Army, everyone was emotional, Ye Zhongming had become their father-killing enemy at this time, eating his flesh and drinking his blood to relieve his hatred.

"It's not your turn, I'll come!"

Wen Hong, who maintained her professional form, gasped, her mental and physical strength were consumed, but she just stared at Ye Zhongming, even if she was tired today, she had to avenge her husband.

Ye Zhongming felt something in his heart, and calmly looked at the Yaoshi Army soldiers below, with an unconcealed look of appreciation in his eyes.

These people can be called the best in the current apocalypse in terms of combat skills and fighting will, and their individuals and teams are exceptionally good.

Ye Zhongming relied on the advantage of rebirth to establish the Genting Villa, which is considered powerful in Yingcheng, but compared with Yao Shijun, there is actually a slight gap in the whole.

If Ye Zhongming was given some more time, he was confident that he could make Genting Mountain Villa surpass the Ninth Army of Yaoshi, or even surpass the entire Yaoshi Army, and surpass any force in this world, but at least for now, he had to admit that there was a gap between the two sides.

However, this is only in terms of overall combat effectiveness, after Ye Zhongming's baptism of blood on the Ninth Army of Yaoshi today, now these people will not be able to take advantage of them if they want to go to Genting Mountain Villa to find trouble, and even if they are not careful, they will fall into the mountain villa where the fifth-level Dihuang Pill is located, I believe that they are not stupid, and they should not go there to find bad luck in a short time.

A force in the space was booming, and Ye Zhongming knew that the time was up.

"You guys are good, but unfortunately, we are enemies."

Ye Zhongming spoke for the first time today.

"I just want to tell you today with my actions, as long as I want, I can kill you little by little."

"Fart, you're going to die today!" Wen Hong has a violent personality, and the sky-breaking mallet in her hand can already be fired at any time.

Ye Zhongming shook his head, "Your personality is very bad, in the last days, people are too easy to die, and it will also bring instability to your team, if I am your boss, no matter how strong you are, I will not use you, because you are a bomb that will explode at any time, as long as it gets out of control once, it may affect everyone to die together." ”

"You and ......" When Wen Hong scolded, Xiao Jiu suddenly changed color, and with a wave of his big hand, a brand new arrow tower appeared in front of Wen Hong, and at the same time, a round ball flew out of his other hand, which exploded in front of the team with a bang, instantly forming a liquid metal wall.

A very low zila voice exploded, but Wen Hong and Xiao Jiu felt polar cold.

"Hehe, the response is pretty good." The man's nightmarish voice rang out, and faded away after saying this: "Next time we meet, I'll kill you again." ”

The people of the Ninth Army of Yaoshi looked at the blown up metal wall and the half-cut arrow tower left, as well as Wen Hong, who fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and the white blade Mu armor on his body had lost its former brilliance, and was silent for a long time.

On the hill, the man disappeared without a trace. (To be continued.) )