At this critical juncture of life and death, there is no need to hide strength, if you can't break through the encirclement, no matter how many secrets you have, it will be a dead end. If you can get lucky enough to rush out of the city, then the few people who can get Yang Long's trust will naturally be fine, and the other idle people will also have their own ideas for Yang Long.

Whoops......

Yang Long, who was in full combat power, held a shield in his left hand to protect himself, and his right hand was constantly raised to release his energy. The strength of his arm kept appearing in front of him, and then crashed into the army of undead with a whistling sound, shattering all the undead creatures in his path.

Every time he exerted his qi energy, he was able to cultivate a series of no-man's land, and the more than 100 undead who rushed in front of him were killed in just a dozen breaths. The undead who were lucky not to be hit by the qi just rushed in front of Yang Long, and was instantly killed by the wide blade and flame magic.

"Reinforcements! Reinforcements have arrived!"

"What's going on??Where are the reinforcements?!"

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Professionals who were fighting desperately and gradually despairing, by chance someone saw the battle situation of more than 100 undead being killed in an instant, so they shouted loudly, and the undead jumping around covered the figures of Yang Long and several people, making these professionals think that they really had the hope of victory, and they fought even harder.

Only a few people saw Yang Long and the others, and after finding that there were only six people who came to help, the flame of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished. The desperation that followed the giving of hope knocked down these professionals in an instant, causing them to lose the idea of struggling, and they were soon killed by the undead creatures.

Yang Long didn't care about whether the others were dead or alive, and after killing the more than a hundred undead creatures, Yang Long moved towards the city gate without hesitation, completely ignoring the other professionals who were fighting fiercely not far away, and seized all the time to escape.

The home buyers in the scuffle saw Yang Long and a few people walking by, and in addition to some doubts, they didn't care about saying anything. Everyone is fighting to the death for survival, not knowing that the more they stay here, the farther away they are from surviving.

As a result, the diamond-shaped team formed by Yang Long's six people rushed slowly but firmly in the predetermined direction in the midst of the melee. After almost ten minutes, the distance to the city gate was less than 100 meters.

"Ho Ho" once again emitted five qi energies, beating the approaching undead into pieces of meat, Yang Long suddenly weakened his feet, and almost fell to the ground. Panting heavily, looking at the undead who had filled up in just half a second, he felt a heavy pressure.

Traveling to this position, Yang Long had already sent out hundreds of qi energies, killing a large number of undead creatures. However, except for the first batch of more than 100 undead, the other undead suddenly became flexible and intelligent, and each hit could only hit two undead at most at the same time, and they could no longer destroy the enemy in large numbers.

Now that the surroundings are basically full of undead creatures, the figures of the hundreds of professionals have gradually been isolated from a few people. Not only Yang Long felt struggling, but the rest of the people were also a little overwhelmed, and there were already several piercing scars on the armor of Regan and Steve, revealing the scratched skin inside the armor.

The Guardian Warrior's armor and shield were at least twice as heavy as the other warriors, so Francis didn't have any damage on his body, and even if he had suffered dozens of attacks, it had only caused a few dents in the surface of his armor.

However, because of the undead fighting together, the pressure that needs to be faced after the break is far beyond the previous difficulty, and the contact battle has only lasted more than ten minutes, and because of the extreme physical exertion, Francis already has a slight sense of fatigue.

Boom!

Swinging the shield to slap an undead who wanted to attack away, Yang Long gently pushed Bridget, who saw that his physical strength was overdrawn and wanted to step forward to help, to the back safety area, Yang Long took a deep breath, and many milky white points of light suddenly appeared on his body.

At this time, it is impossible to get out, and the only way out is to rush out all the way forward. Yang Long, who was severely injured and exhausted from his right palm, could only activate the holy light at this time to restore the injury in his palm and restore his physical strength that was close to exhaustion.

"Well, I can barely recover my strength once. Feeling the intact state of his body, as well as his abundant physical strength and mental state, Yang Long calculated the consumption of holy light energy in his body and planned how to use it reasonably.

A flying knife suddenly appeared in Yang Long's hand, with intricate and obscure inscriptions engraved on the blade, and red enchanted light. There are only ten of these specially crafted throwing knives, and each of them can inspire carved inscriptions and enchantments when it hits an enemy, forming a destructive power almost equal to that of a high-explosive bomb in the previous life.

In addition to this, there were fifty Inscription Throwing Knives, and the same number of Enchanted Throwing Knives, which were either blessed with sharpness or had a one-time magic effect, and there were more than two hundred hard throwing knives left.

These things were all carefully crafted by Yang Long's craftsmen in the past three years, and with the tacit approval of Loran Grovefey, he did not deliberately rush to speed up the creation of such exquisite disposable weapons.

"No, it's not time yet" rubbed the blade of the flying knife, and Yang Long finally didn't shoot out this precious flying knife. Instead, he sent out three qi again, dismembering the four or five undead who rushed in, and then raised his head to look in a certain direction blocked by the army of undead.

"Kill!" a middle-aged man's desperate roar came from a position about fifty meters in front of Yang Long's line of sight, heavily obscured by the undead army, accompanied by the metallic sound of weapons colliding, and the faint hissing sound like a python spitting out a letter.

From the very beginning of approaching the battle group, Yang Long paid close attention to the five people who had reached the 9th rank or above among this group of formed professionals. These five leading powerhouses, who had been fighting against the death warrior from the very beginning, slowly hit the city gate from the periphery, and were only less than fifty meters away from the city.

As long as these five warriors were used as a springboard, with a few precious flying knives in his hands, Yang Long was confident that he would take advantage of the chaos to approach and pass through the city gate. As long as you go out of the city wall and enter the inner second floor, then the complex streets and various buildings can be relied on, and the chances of a few people getting out are greatly increased.

However, the development of things will not be as perfect as planned, and in the process of approaching the city gate, Yang Long found in his perception that the aura of these five professionals would be seriously weakened at the same time for some reason every few minutes.

By the time Yang Long approached the battle group, there were only two of the five professionals left, and the remaining three rank 9 professionals, their aura had completely disappeared. Even the remaining two professionals had at least four-fifths of their aura weakened compared to the beginning.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?!" A little annoyed and cursed secretly, Yang Long shot out a thigh-thick energy, and accelerated the undead creature with the appearance of an ant and only the last bit of vitality left, towards the battle group less than twenty meters away.

Even if these professionals died quickly, Yang Long would not be so impatient, because it would simply mean that his previous judgment was wrong, and this death warrior was extremely powerful. However, in the case of being surrounded by undead, none of the five professionals died quickly, but weakened little by little, which made Yang Long a little unsure.

Bang ~ Wow!

Just as Yang Long was trying to run forward, with a muffled sound, a black shadow crashed away and blocked the undead, and attacked Yang Long straight in front of him. Instead, in the battle group more than ten meters away, the aura of the last tenth-order professional quickly dissipated in the muffled sound.

"Huh?!" Yang Long, who was a little distracted because he was thinking about his thoughts, just came back to his senses and found that the black shadow was less than a meter away from him. And because of the position, if you dodge yourself, then Bridget, who is following behind, will be hit on the spot.

If the power carried by the Black Shadow is too great, the protected Jordan will also be injured, and then the sturdy guardian lineup will be disrupted. Surrounded by undead creatures, and leaving aside the others, Bridget estimated that it would not be long before she was killed.

Such a result is unbearable, not to mention that now that this girl has been temporarily accepted by him, just the benefits that Bridget's special status may bring him, Yang Long can't let her die here easily.

"Hmph!" In the angry snort, Yang Long stopped his body that was about to dodge because of the conditioned reflex, picked up the royal emblem of Lordaeron, and swung it out with the strength of attacking and defending, and slapped it heavily on the black shadow. At the same time, a finger-thick force was released, silently striking the position of the black shadow's vague head.

Syllable!

The result that Yang Long didn't expect happened, the black shadow was pierced through the head by the qi without dodging, and was hit by the shield entirely. After the two forces canceled each other out, the power of Yang Long's swing finally won, and the black shadow flew backwards a few meters backwards at a relatively slow speed, smashing on an undead spirit.

"Huh, this is" Yang Long squinted, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump.

This black shadow that suffered two heavy blows and fell to the ground softly was not some kind of undead creature that Yang Long imagined, but one of the several professionals who besieged the death warrior, and in connection with the last dissipated breath before, Yang Long could judge that this deceased was a tenth-order berserker warrior before his death.

However, it is no longer possible to regard this warrior as a former human being, except for the head that was blasted by Yang Long's anger, this professional is covered in bones and thin as bones, and there are only a few inconsequential scratches on his body, as if it is several times wider than the yards, and it hangs loosely on the body that has lost its life.

It seems that all the blood in this professional's body has been drained by an invisible force!