The sound of killing in the center of the battlefield shook the sky, and the whole audience was in chaos, and no one noticed that the shadow shot a signal into the air.

Moreover, with the strong posture of the Protoss warriors, even if they knew this, they would not take it seriously. Perhaps, they expect Shadow to attract more people so that they can have a good time.

"Boom...... Boom!"

In the violent fluctuations of the void, the Burning Sky Tower and the Snow Mei Clan Martial Artists had reached the final desperate stage.

Yin Cang sacrificed a killer weapon and seriously injured a Protoss martial artist, but he was also kicked by another martial artist and broke his sternum, and he was unable to fight again.

There is no way, due to the gradual passage of vitality, even if he had the upper hand before, at this moment, he can only use desperate methods to barely reach a tie with the other party.

"Childe, run away!"

Another Burning Sky Tower warrior held Yin Cang, one person desperately hugged the enemy who rushed forward, seeing that he was invincible, and worried about Yin Cang's safety, the whole body Zhenyuan drummed in the loud shout, and then "bang" self-detonated, and finally solved an enemy.

"Senior Brother Chang!"

Seeing this, Yin Cang and the others were stunned but helpless, looking at the same door that had fallen one after another, they had to grit their teeth and shout: "Retreat while fighting!"

Xue Qiu also found that the situation was serious, and while trying his best to resist the middle-aged man of the Protoss, he ordered: "You guys go first!"

"Uncle Qiu, if you don't retreat, we won't leave!"

The demon warriors are simpler than the human race, and their concept of the same race is a whole, and they must advance and retreat together, unwilling to abandon their clan and flee.

"When have you been so pedantic, get out of here, or we'll all die here!"

"Tut-tut, don't even think about escaping any of you ants!" the Protoss man laughed hideously, seeing that the members of the clan had fallen, and the middle-aged martial artist in the lead also began to use his natural powers.

That strange power grew wildly, perhaps because it was infected, and the strength of the remaining seven Protoss warriors skyrocketed, killing a few more people in an instant.

"I fought with them!"

A blood clan master told his companion to lead Xue Ling and the other juniors to escape, while he flew through the field at great speed, and the terrifying momentum filled the audience in the drumming of the demon yuan all over his body.

"Amon, don't!" Xue Qiu was shocked and shouted to stop him.

"Boom!"

Where Amon was, the void cracked layer by layer, and the terrifying spatial fluctuations swept the two Protoss warriors and disappeared with him.

By now, everyone understands that the only thing that can cause lethal damage to the Protoss warriors is self-detonation. Otherwise, their qi and blood will be greatly weakened, let alone resisting, I am afraid they will not even have a chance to escape.

For a while, the sound of self-explosion continued to sound, and everyone followed the example of Senior Brother Chang and Ameng, and the remaining warriors of the Protoss saw the opportunity quickly, and it was difficult to escape the fate of being hit hard.

"Drink, get up!"

The middle-aged man in the leader of the Protoss was furious, and he made two major moves in a row to repel the three Xue Qiu, and he himself swept aside, gathering the rest of the clansmen together.

Seeing that there were only four Protoss martial artists with full combat power left, the expression on his face became more and more hideous.

The Protoss is naturally strong, and each branch has good talent and supernatural powers, but their Achilles' heel is that the number of clansmen is too small. For the Protoss, every member of the clan is particularly important, and sacrificing one is a huge loss.

Because of this, they will subdue or enslave some of the Terran forces to work for the gods.

But today, just because of a few dozen enemies of the lower races, several clansmen have fallen, and for the middle-aged man, this price is too great, and he has already committed an unpardonable sin.

"Today, all of you are going to die!"

The middle-aged man was furious, his eyes swept over the Burning Sky Tower and the Snow Mei Clan martial artist one by one, and Sen's cold voice spread throughout the audience.

Immediately, the momentum on his body continued to rise, like a violent hurricane sweeping the heavens and the earth, and at the same time, the devouring divine power was also used by him to the extreme.

It is visible to the naked eye that the surrounding vegetation is withering and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye under the shroud of this breath.

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man led several Protoss warriors to the field, and the treasure weapon in his hand burst out like a sun, sweeping down towards the remaining two clan warriors.

"I'll stop them, you run away!" Xue Qiu took a deep breath, and then his huge figure flew out.

Among the remaining people, a Snow Phantom Clan Void Realm late-stage martial artist, and two Burning Sky Tower Void Realm late-stage powerhouses glanced at each other, a decisive look flashed in their eyes, and they rushed into the arena at the same time.

They have all decided that no matter what, even if they fight for their own lives, they will try to buy a little time for the juniors to escape.

"Boom!"

Several powerhouses shot with all their might, and the deafening earth-shattering explosion spread for hundreds of miles, but at this moment, they were no longer at their peak, and they were seriously injured by the Protoss warriors in a few rounds.

Among them, a Burning Sky Tower powerhouse was even more shoulder bones shattered, and two thighs disappeared in silence.

Shadow discarded an empty bottle in his hand, and the last bottle of water of life prepared for him by the Peerless God Alliance was exhausted, and he finally recovered from his injuries.

When he got up, he happened to see this tragic scene, thinking that at his own speed, he should have a chance to rescue one of them. But he was a little unsure whether to save Yin Cang, the Burning Sky Tower, or the Snow Spirit of the Snow Meizu Clan.

In the face of racial justice, it is clear that Ying has abandoned the prejudice between forces. In his opinion, everyone belongs to one camp, just to fight against the Protoss together.

Suddenly, he found that there were four figures in the distance at a rapid speed, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "Childe, be careful, they are people in the Protoss, and their combat power is terrifying!"

The black-robed young man in the lead nodded slightly to him, and said to the three people beside him: "Zihan, Lu Yang retreat, Wan'er and I will make a move!"

Everyone was also attracted by the sudden appearance of a few people, and turned their heads to look, the black-robed young man had already jumped above the Nine Heavens, and his indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Qiankun Formation, Qi!"

Above the sky, a black and white condensed pattern stretched, and at the same time, an overwhelming force descended on the audience, like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, hanging upside down in the sky, beautiful.

The Protoss warriors were shocked, when had they ever seen this kind of method, everyone only felt that an inexplicable force appeared, which greatly restricted their movements, and their speed immediately became sluggish.

The middle-aged man raised his sword eyebrows, and his majestic divine power erupted wildly, and he was about to break free from the shackles of the formation, and was pierced by a strange sharp needle in the center of his soul's eyebrows, reaching the sea of knowledge, setting off monstrous waves.

"Khooth!"

The water chanting sword was unsheathed, and everyone saw a water-blue sword curtain blooming, like the stars in the night sky, dazzling.

A beautiful figure danced, shuttling back and forth in the audience, graceful, like an elf.

At least at this moment, even the warriors of the Snow Mei Clan felt that this white-clothed shadow was even more beautiful than Snow Ling.

This scene shocked everyone, but it was also reasonable. Supposedly speaking, the strength of Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan was not much higher than that of Xue Qiu and the others, but their methods were peculiar, so that the Protoss martial artists did not react for a while.

For a race like the Protoss, which has strong combat power and natural powers, Yin Cang and the others at the end of the strong crossbow are naturally difficult to resist, but whether it is the Qiankun Formation or the soul power attack, it happens to target their weaknesses.

With the cooperation of the two, they have today's results.

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