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Ten seconds passed.

Tingling all over the body, ...... on the skin of the body It was as if there were countless tiny cracks.

On the bones, it seems that they can't withstand the huge force, and they make an astringent sound.

The turbulent blood gradually subsided.

Tired.

Fang Cheng's eyes were dark for a while, and he only felt that his vision was constantly shaking.

The wave of the enemy continues.

Although the reduction is many ...... However, Fang Cheng, who is still not so weak, can withstand it.

A bully enemy leaps in.

Ten bulas attacked.

Fang Cheng barely supported, panting.

With his high agility and speed, it is not impossible to escape to the rear.

However, sleepiness, exhaustion, and labor pains were like waves, lapping and hitting Fang Cheng's body.

I can't run anymore.

......

The three national-level martial artists in the base camp finally arrived at the Iron Guard Valley!

Admiral Huaguo, the Qingxu Daoist is coming!

The Admiral of the Arctic Nation, the son of the White Bear, Mozhaghan, has arrived!

The ancient Roman general of the Western European continent, the knight of the Holy Light has arrived!

Three legends of the day, pushed from the back to the front!

The wave of the enemy has gradually weakened.

Countless blood, stumps, and spills on the ground.

Lots of green bloodstains, flowing in the Iron Guard Valley!

The Qingxu Daoist held the purple dust in his hand, constantly paddling, as if he was painting.

Take heaven and earth as the picture scroll, and make the pen with true qi!

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"Huh?"

There was a faint whisper.

The Qingxu Daoist stood in the void and saw that more than two hundred meters away, a figure was struggling to support.

A bully enemy was beaten into a blood mist by him!

Fang Cheng!?

Qingxu Daoren's face trembled.

At this moment, the Qingxu Taoist also has selfish intentions.

Save the people of other countries, or save the genius of your own country?

Save ordinary warriors, or save the demon Fang Cheng?

As soon as the thought moved, the Qingxu Daoist had a consideration.

It is better to save one person than to save a hundred!

Fang Cheng was young, he had already condensed the illusory of will, once he broke through again, he would be a quasi-national industry-level martial artist!

If the internal force is polished to perfection, you can come to the position of the national industry!

Both public and private, they must be saved!

"Bang!

As soon as the dust was raised, the white face of the Qingxu Taoist turned red, and he tried his best!

The purple true qi that was swallowed formed a huge microglow that was more than thirty meters long and more than three meters wide!

Then, scrub the floor!

With just one blow, more than 200 Bra enemies were directly killed!

The Void Dao Man moved in the air, walked in the void, and rushed to Fang Cheng's position!

......

Fang Cheng's eyelids drooped down.

The body became more and more sluggish, and the white true qi light was a little dim...... Constantly flickering.

It seems, can not support the manifestation!

The phantom of will, the white sun, also comes and goes, as if covered by dark clouds, unable to descend to reality.

Finally, Fang Cheng couldn't support it anymore.

It was dark in front of him, he fainted, and his body fell weakly on the green ground.

Countless Bully enemies surged up.

The emerald green color covers Fang Cheng's figure.

“Duang！”

A huge purple whisk of dust came from afar!

The purple dust seemed to be conscious, like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens, blasting straight into the air countless enemies.

Underneath the green, Fang Cheng's body is full of red and green.

The Qingxu Daoist breathed a sigh of relief, brushed the dust slightly, and carried Fang Cheng's body.

Xu was a second.

Maybe a year.

A tidal wave of pain came...... On the hospital bed, a young man, struggling to open his eyes.

"Hmm...... Water ......"

Unconscious voices, coming from the throats of young people.

The middle-aged man who was frowning on the side, his face changed, his eyes were full of surprise, and he hurriedly picked up an iron bowl from the side.

Fill the bowl with water.

"Knock, knock. ”

Fang Cheng finally sat up, holding back the pain all over his body, and swallowed the water heavily.

Wang Youwei laughed strongly: "Dacheng...... You're awake. ”

Fang Cheng nodded.

Ward...... It's a tent.

In a tent of more than 20 square meters, more than a dozen hospital beds are scattered around.

White futon, white tent.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, took a breath, and looked at Wang Youwei: "What about Damon and Ganghan?"

Wang Youwei pursed his lips.

The face is gloomy.

Bite one's tongue.

Fang Cheng's brows furrowed, his whole person seemed to have fallen into the endless abyss, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Captain?"

The black Dimon, the white Ganghan, was his comrade-in-arms.

But in this covering catastrophe struck...... As a first-level Fang Cheng, he couldn't take care of his teammates on the same battlefield.

Up to now, there are only four people left in the Ninth Patrol Team of Hacksaw Mountain.

I can't die anymore.

Sadness came from it, and Fang Cheng said in a low voice: "Captain...... It's all my reason, if I'm ...... with you guys in the back."

In the end, Fang Cheng couldn't go on.

In this overwhelming wave of enemies, the first level must take the lead in fighting and defending.

If even the invincible and strong are shrunk in the rear...... Who will support the front line of the battlefield?

But......

Wang Youwei smiled bitterly: "It's not your reason...... Rest assured, Dimon and Ganghan are alive. ”

Fang Cheng barely supported his body.

On the body, countless wounds and cracks have barely healed.

Wang Youwei pointed to a hospital bed on the outermost side of the tent.

Fang Cheng looked at it......

Ganghan, below the crook of the right arm...... All gone.

Dimon was standing beside the white man's bed with a sad face.

"Whew. ”

Fang Changcheng exhaled, his eyes were dark, and under the shock, he fainted, and the whole person fell to the hospital bed.

Before his vision fell into darkness, Fang Cheng subconsciously glanced at the attribute symbol:

"Strength: 4.5, Dexterity: 2.2, Spirit: 1.9, Elemental Energy: 7.4. ”

The last minute or so...... Fang Cheng killed 397 enemies.

Among them, there are 32 commander-level enemies.

......

In the middle of the Iron Guard Valley camp.

Old man Lu roared: "The first-level battle martial artist, two have died. ”

The Qingxu Daoist sighed, his face mournful.

General Jim, wiping his short hair dyed green, asked, "Have the casualties been counted?"

Lion Emperor Lan Mo, who was covered with scars beside him, nodded: "Send it over immediately." ”

Standing here, except for the eight national-level martial artists.

Either it is a master of tactics, or an invincible powerhouse of the first level.

The crowd was silent.

This overarching disaster struck like no other before.

'M afraid...... The warriors suffered countless casualties.

Professional-level invincible, South American Red Python Zun, Otea, died in battle.

Professional-level invincible, Northwest China Snow, Yang Zhantian, died in battle.

Two invincible powerhouses died, and everyone's hearts were dripping blood.

After fighting for more than five years, there were only two invincible strong men, who were besieged by the enemy because of carelessness, resulting in death.

But today, in less than half an hour, two people were killed in battle!

The loss of humanity.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and a man in dark green military uniform ran over and handed over a piece of paper written in black and white.

On the paper, it was written in neat but eager handwriting.

Jim couldn't wait, and took it, his face stiffening.

On paper:

Deaths: 3,301 people.

Missing (mutilated and illegible): 1,255.

Seriously wounded (in the short term, incapacitated): eight hundred and twelve.

Admiral Jim held the paper as if he were holding a boulder, and trembled and passed the paper to everyone to see.

......

Bully the enemy, all annihilated.

Humanity, a pyrrhic victory!