"Boom"

The more than a dozen innate masters behind Wei Jie Chao exerted their strength in unison, and suddenly rushed towards the remaining two hundred and thirty warriors.

"Hi"

Zhang Cheng waited for the four of them to shout together, and then rushed out to meet his opponent.

There are a total of fifteen members of the Purgatory Shura, and even if Jiang Rulong's four people can contain one by one, there are still eleven people left who are not contained.

The Huaxia soldiers minus Jiang Rulong's four people, and there are still two hundred and twenty-six.

"Brothers, if you fight with them, twenty people fight one of them, and you don't believe that you can't win. ”

Wu Di raised his arms and shouted, signaling his companions to go out and fight with this group of innate masters of Purgatory Shura.

In the absence of strong reinforcements, they have no other choice but to fight to the death.

"Bumper"

A violent collision sounded, and several martial artists at the peak of the spirit gathering present learned from Jiang Rulong and the others to resist the attack of the innate master.

Compared with Jiang Rulong and others, their talent is still more than one and a half points behind.

As soon as they came into contact with the regular members of the Purgatory Shura, they were blown away by the incomparably powerful force and slammed into the ground.

"Let's Die"

Several members of the Purgatory Shura saw that the Huaxia warrior who resisted the sky flew out by himself with just one move, and he quickly fell to the ground, but he didn't rush over, wanting to take advantage of the victory to chase and kill him in one go.

"Hmph, Hugh is arrogant, and we are there!"

"Up!"

The eleven innate masters had not yet succeeded in rushing out to exterminate the warriors lying on the ground, and some warriors from the peak of the Spirit Gathering rushed out to resist their attacks and buy reaction time for their companions who fell to the ground.

There are a total of more than fifty masters at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Mirror in the temporary team, and not everyone may be able to regret a congenital early stage master like Jiang Rulong and others, but there are still not too many problems in resisting one move, at most, they can't resist the overbearing power of the Purgatory Shura and are blown away.

There are more than fifty peak masters of Gathering Spirits, with an average of five pairs of genuine members of the Purgatory Shura, and even if they are blown away, there are companions who come to help block.

After all five of them were sent flying, the first one had fully recovered and launched a second round of attacks.

Moreover, there was also a large group of warriors who had not yet reached the peak of Gathering Spirits, who were holding guns and releasing cold arrows from time to time, and even seized the opportunity to sneak attack and harass, which greatly distracted the attention of Purgatory Shura.

"Damn, this group of ants is really too tenacious, if we can't exterminate these more than fifty ants at the peak of the spirit gathering, it will be a little difficult to kill the ordinary Chinese special forces behind us in large quantities. ”

"The Huaxia people are still as stupid as before, obviously they have the ability and opportunity to escape, but they just stay here and cover for their companions. ”

"Stupid! In that case, let's all stay!"

The fighters of the temporary team performed beyond the expectations of Purgatory Shura and the others, and after they were beaten away one by one and even seriously injured, they rushed up desperately, as if they didn't know what death was.

Purgatory Shura and the others were also bored by their extremely resilient style, and their bodies slowly brought together, intending to condense eleven of them into a ball, take care of each other, and turn into a sharp blade to slash at many Chinese warriors.

"Brothers, let's relieve the pressure on the vanguard, we have to aim our guns at their heads, and don't let them clump together. ”

Wu Di saw through the intention of the Purgatory Shura at a glance, and shouted at the warriors who were as weak as himself: "No matter what, we must stop them from gluing together, otherwise it will be a dead end for us!"

"Hmph"

Wei Sonan, who was in the early stage of the congenital stage, snorted resentfully at Wu Di, pulled out a small dagger from his waist and threw it at him, shouting angrily: "You Rory, a sneering ant, give me death!"

"Huh"

The small dagger tore through the space at an extremely high speed and pounced on Wu Di, feeling that the air did not rub into sparks.

Although Wu Di used sniping to hinder the attention of the members of the Purgatory Shura, he did not relax at all.

It took out the incomparably sharp Shang Dynasty dagger and aimed it at the swift hidden weapon, splitting it in half in half in an instant, and scattering it to both sides.

"Huh?"

Wei Sonan's eyes trembled, and he didn't expect that the dagger he threw with all his strength didn't hit Wu's enemy, and was cut in half by him with his sharp weapon.

"Bang"

After receiving this blow, Wu Di ignored the violent numbness on his arm, suddenly raised his sniper rifle, and shot it at Wei Sonan's head.

Even if Wu Di knew that it would be difficult to hit Wei Sonan with a sniper rifle alone, he had to let him taste his counterattack.

"Bang bang bang" Wu enemy's muzzle kept moving up and down, left and right, strafing Wei Sonan's head, feet, waist, chest and other places, as long as a bullet could hit, then the companions who fought with Wei Sonan could easily kill him.

"Humph!"

Wei Sonan snorted coldly, his body was so fast that he exceeded the limit of human capture, and he shook multiple sniper bullets away at once.

"Die!"

As soon as Wei Sonan finished dodging the bullet, a "bang" punch blasted out the peak warrior of the Gathering Spirit who was blocking him, and rushed towards Wu Enemy like a lightning shot.

He had given up killing those martial artists at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Mirror first, and then rushing in to massacre the weak on a large scale, instead choosing to kill Wu Di, a disgusting little ant with accurate marksmanship, first.

"Oops"

Wu Di never expected that Wei Sonan would choose to deal with his little man first, and after firing a few shots in a row to try to slow down his progress, he held the small dagger of the Shang Dynasty in the palm of his hand.

Although the comrades-in-arms at the peak of the Spirit Gathering Mirror in the rear had already noticed that Wei Sonan had changed direction, it was too late to catch up and stop him.

Wu Di is only a triple peak martial artist, and he can barely reach six levels at most if he counts the cross-level combat ability, and he is not at all the opponent of a long-standing innate early stage martial artist.

"Fight!" Wu Di gritted his teeth and deliberately exposed the defensive hole in his left chest, and pulled the small dagger even harder, ready to fight with Wei Sonan.

Once Wei Sonam attacked his left chest, then Wu Di endured being seriously injured and even risked his loss, and he had to cut off his arm with a single sword, weakening the power of Purgatory Shura for his comrades.

"Die!"

Wei Sonan obviously didn't notice that Wu Di was ready to injure himself by one thousand and injure eight hundred, and at a glance he saw that there was a loophole in his left chest that he couldn't defend against, and smashed his fist over with a roar.

Wu Di gritted his teeth sharply, silently preparing to endure severe pain. At the same time, his right hand was accumulated, and he was ready to be hit at the moment when he was hit, and before Wei Sonan had time to stop it, he seriously injured him with a knife.

"Bang"

A loud noise came, and Wu Di instinctively closed his eyes, as if his chest was so numb that he didn't have time to feel the pain.

He shouted "Ahh