"Not good! Hurry! Hurry up!" Zhao Yi in the surprise, seeing that at this time, he had become a bird in the air at the intersection of war, his trembling voice immediately reminded his brothers, give him more magic defense, so that he can be as little hurt as possible, I hope he can smoothly rush into the encirclement, as long as he can rush into it with a quick knife, at that time he and General Zhou joined forces to deal with Buchi, even if he was defeated in the end, he could stubbornly resist for hundreds of rounds, waiting for rescue.

In the air, he flew up with a quick knife, as if he had become a colorful firebird at this time, crackling, booming and exploding, the explosion of various magical energy, and of course, his inaudible voice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, although in the explosion, this sound seemed extremely weak, but Zhao Yi and the others seemed to hear it, as if their hearts were spurting blood, and the taste, like their chest, was stabbed by the enemy with a knife. In the eyes of everyone, in the midst of the flames, a large mouthful of blood was spewed out with a quick knife. "Kill!" In the air, he quickly stabbed his bloody mouth and let out a long howl, which shocked people's souls. Killing, at this time, he is like a mad, roaring Suzaku, he is leaping, he does not forget to kill! The killing with blood sacrifice, no one can stop it, this will to destroy everything, killing is roaring.

Finally, after leaping a few feet with a knife, he successfully rushed in.

"Water!" At this time, the armor and clothes on his body had been burned beyond recognition, and the magic that attacked him was still attacking one after another. He roared, as if that would reduce the damage of the flames.

Then a person behind Zhao Yi waved his wand, and the chant was endless: "............ Phantom Tide!Fall!!", the water heavy technique, although it consumes a lot of mana, but now there is no room for a trace of retention.

I saw that the airspace of several zhang in the air, as if there was a sea tide, a colorless hazy pus gradually became dark blue, and in an instant, the sound of the sea tide suddenly sounded, and there was a square circle of sea tide water out of thin air, which fell emptyly, descended and poured on the fast knife that was in the sea of fire.

"Whew~!" The sound was as if it had just been taken out of the furnace, and the crimson cast iron had fallen into the water in an instant. The quick knife laughed: "Cool!" The flame on his body was instantly watered by the phantom tide and extinguished in an instant.

Wet, he couldn't help but shudder comfortably, no longer said too much, and rushed towards the cloth thorn that was still chasing Zhou Lin without relaxation.

Just when Zhou Lin could barely hold on, he finally rushed in with a quick knife. Now, two against one, Na Bu Chi is still chasing Zhou Lin, although he is quick and powerful, every slash, if it hits, it can make Bu Chi seriously injured, or even lose his life. But Nabu didn't stab at all, and when he existed, he chased after Zhou Lin as always. In Buchi's opinion, killing Zhou Lin as soon as possible to exchange his head for the freedom of his own clan is the most important thing.

After a few more rounds of fighting, Zhou Lin's subordinates, began to have people die in the battle one after another, in front of an enemy several times his own, the reality is cruel, and in the end, Zhou Lin gradually felt that Bu Chi's attack, dodging was a little hasty, maybe his physical strength was getting weaker and weaker, and in front of the cloth stab, it was obvious that he could not resist it. No one expected that two to one would still not be able to gain the upper hand.

This battle has been going on for too long, and the sky is going to get dark. On the battlefield, the besieged people have never been able to break through the siege. All the mages seemed to have exhausted the last of their mana, and began to have to fight each other in close combat. Gradually, the sky was no longer so dense with magic attacks, and almost everyone, including magicians, was at the end of their rope, and although they were exhausted, they had to use their wands as a state of hand-to-hand combat. The more this is the case, the whole battlefield is even more tragic, very terrifying, when the wand is stabbed into his chest, and he can't die immediately, this is a rather terrifying painful death, pumping on the ground, rolling, slowly dying, far from being cut off by a knife to die a happy death.

"Wine ...... Give me wine ......" Zhao Yi, who was almost exhausted, suddenly heard a familiar voice, and he seemed to be a little sober in his madness. He knew that this was the voice of the bamboo blade wind, he was a heavy drinker, and even when he was fighting, he would also take the time to take out the wine jug from his arms, and take a sip of it beautifully, he knew what wine meant to the bamboo blade wind.

He looked into the distance, which was still surrounded by water, and when he saw Buchi, who was still crazy, he seemed to remember something, and hurried away towards the corpse of a brother in the distance. But with heavy sniping, he wants to pass, which is not easy to say.

"Ye Feng!!Help me over!!Hurry!!" Zhao Yi's voice was already very hoarse, but it still revealed a bit of nirvana.

"Roar~!"

As Zhao Yi's words ended, a tiger's roar sounded, and Ye Feng, who was fighting in the distance, pounced violently.

Zhao Yi didn't care about the attack around him, he jumped up violently and straddled the back of the white tiger, "Go there!!, pottery a jar!" Zhao Yi quickly shouted twice to the white tiger.

And the white tiger looked down, and while dodging the chase and slashing on his side, he turned around and roared: "Tao Yican is dead! He's dead!!" Ye Feng knew that the brother who always liked to hold a jar of wine, the brother nicknamed Tao Yican, had just died under the knife. But what about himself? Unable to withdraw to help, he was surrounded by a jar of pottery, as if he was watching a pot of pottery being hacked to death, and he could not get out to rescue him.

"Wine! He has a pot of wine! Hurry!" Zhao Yi didn't expect that after Ye Feng became one with man and beast, although he was powerful, his head seemed to have become tiger-headed, so he immediately reminded him.

That Ye Feng also seemed to have understood, he no longer spoke, and used his little tiger strength to try his best to jump towards the corpse of the pottery pot, so he tried his best to jump, although it seemed to be easy, he leaped past the few people in front of him, and he knew that now that his man and beast were combined, he could not jump up again for the second time, he had already fought to the point of collapse, but he knew that Zhao Yi was looking for wine at this juncture, which must be very important.

In just two breaths, Zhao Yi found the corpse of the pot of Tao in the pile of dead people, and what made his eyes shine even more was that the wine gourd that was always hanging on his waist was intact, and he seemed to have imagined the afterimage of his swaying gourd, and there was still wine left in Xi. He wasn't sure if he really had alcohol, after all, he had been running away these days, and he hadn't had a chance to buy alcohol on the road. He prayed in his heart: "There will be wine! There must be wine! There will always be a pot of pottery that keeps the wine, and there must be wine that keeps the last gourd." Zhao Yi rushed over like a crazy drunkard, muttering to himself something that only he could understand.

"Hahaha! Blade Wind! Wine! Zhao Yi was overjoyed, because after the swaying, he knew that there was at least half a gourd of wine in the gourd, thanks to the last reservation of Tao Yican, he quickly climbed on the white tiger, although he found the wine happy, although he found Tao Yican's wine crazy, but he no longer had extra strength, flew over the white tiger's tall tiger's back, he was already very weak, just put aside the corpse pressed on the Tao can, he had exhausted the last trace of strength, so he could only reluctantly climb on the tiger's back with the cooperation of the white tiger. In the end, the white tiger rushed towards the red-eyed bamboo blade wind.