Qin Hongfu scared off the opposing team, and the scarred team finally ushered in a wave of repairs. The mystery shop is right in front of you, and everyone starts shopping.

The two foreigners were not lightly injured, and after buying a few healing pills, they began to fall asleep. Huang Xiaoqian didn't have much prestige, so she bought a few beautiful clothes casually. Qin Hongfu had just killed someone, earned some prestige, and bought a few high-quality foods to eat.

Time flies, and the battlefield is nearing its end.

Even if Babulu's team didn't want to compete for a top-10 spot, the smaller terrain pushed them towards the center point.

……

Hao Fei is a little emotional, sometimes being too strong is also a burden.

Along the way, for the sake of honor and prestige, he didn't talk about the slightest affection, he killed if he could. But after all, there are those who are good at speed, and there are also those who have a large team, and after these people escaped, they combined and formed an organization dedicated to dealing with Huaxia District, and under their deterrence and instigation, this organization became more and more numerous.

Hao Fei knew that he was a little out of the way, because the battlefield was once a month, and if he killed too hard, it would cause the people of the world to unite against Huaxia, and it would be a little difficult to move an inch at that time. Originally, his mission was only to kill the masters of other powers, not to create difficulties for his own people. He has turtle breath**, but others don't.

Hao Fei lurked in the grass, and not far in front of him were ten thrones, surrounded by hundreds of players, but none of them dared to sit on them first. The strength of this group of players is much stronger than the first time, so he can only wait, and only at the last moment, when the players are scuffling, can he have a chance to grab one.

"Huaxia? Kill! With a burst of shouts, countless fireballs and ice bullets and arrows shot out from the crowd of players.

Before a team of players who had just arrived could react, they were bombarded to the ground.

"Hey, why didn't I see any Huaxia people in there?" A melee player questioned that the main team was dying too quickly and that he didn't take advantage.

"Yes, there are many countries in Asia, how do you know that they are Chinese? And there wasn't even a single black-haired person in that group. Another melee player with short legs and slow hands chimed in.

"There's a bald head, who knows if he deliberately shaved his hair, and would rather kill the wrong person than let it go, how can he play if the Huaxia player sticks to his face?" A mage in the crowd shouted.

Obviously, these people are starting to group and exclude, and those who come after will be besieged by hundreds of players.

Hao Fei pursed his lips and shrunk his body tighter.

When the system prompted that the battlefield would end in three hours, the hundreds of players finally ran out of money. They had tacitly eliminated the four teams that had arrived, and since then, no one has come.

There are only ten chairs, and even if there are many people who have no intention of competing for more than 100 people, there are definitely more than ten who want to grab them. Gradually, the distance between teams began to widen, and even teammates of some teams began to guard against each other.

"What's in it? Speaking with strength, I want one for this seat! A bearded man with a double-armed axe pushed through the crowd and headed for the throne.

All eyes were on him, a tall man with white skin and yellow hair, wearing a majestic gray armor, and making a muffled sound with every step. The players in front of him got out of the way, and none of them dared to stop him, because this was a red and vindictive berserker.

"Do you have what it takes?" There was a shout from the other end of the crowd, and everyone was looking for someone to speak, when a red fireball the size of a tire suddenly rose. The players under the fireball dispersed, revealing a figure in the middle, an old mage in a big red robe.

The mage held a quaint one-handed wooden staff, the tip of which a crimson gem glittered. With a gesture of his hand, the fireball "whirred" towards the bearded warrior.

The bearded man was not afraid, he jumped up and slashed out with an axe, and the red fighting spirit shot out, and the fireball was split in the air. The large fireball exploded and turned into dozens of fist-sized small fireballs scattered in all directions, and the surrounding players were hit one after another who couldn't dodge. This matter is a high-level spell [Flame Explosion Technique], the small fireball doesn't look very good, but the heat is amazing, it is difficult to extinguish after being ignited, and all kinds of miserable cries are heard from the crowd.

The beard was glowing red, and he rushed with the scorching heat of the small fireball. But he didn't take a few steps before another big fireball hit, and there were still flames burning on him, so he had to roll to the side first to avoid its edge. But the big fireball didn't know if it had a tracking function or was controlled by the mage, and chased after him. The bearded man continued to run and burrow into the other group of players, seeing that the crowd was too dense to dodge, and another axe slashed, and the big fireball exploded again.

In this way, this bearded man relied on his blood thickness to defend himself, drilled several crowds in a row, and injured dozens of people with the splash of large fireballs. Soon, someone felt that something was wrong, and they found that many of their wounded teammates were missing, and that the battle between the mage and the bearded man had not progressed much so far. But human nature dictates that everyone is competing, and they all have the mentality that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and they do not participate in the battle. As long as the dead and injured are not themselves, of course, they are happy to watch the show, and they see through each other without saying anything, so they are consumed.

"There are assassins!" More and more people died, and finally, someone shouted out. One team was unlucky, he was hit by flames twice in a row, all four team members were burned, and he was attacked by assassins while healing, and now he is the only one who is still injured, so he can't do it without shouting.

"It's their conspiracy, let's join forces to kill them!" Someone took the opportunity to win over the masses.

The bearded man and the old mage knew that they couldn't play anymore, so they quickly leaned together. The mage began to chant, and the mystical pattern flickered on his robes. The warrior held a double axe to protect him, and his whole body was crimson and glowing, showing the level of his red fighting spirit at its peak.

"This is a seventh-level spell [Red Fire Meteor Shower], you can't let him chant!" Some other mages felt the mana fluctuation, opened their mouths to remind loudly, and at the same time sent out a [Lianzhu Fireball] to stop it.

Players went crazy when they heard the name of the Red Fire Meteor Shower, which was second only to the Forbidden Spell and would drop Red Fire Meteors when successfully cast. Each of these meteors is as powerful as a large fireball, and it also has a physical impact. Depending on the strength of the caster, the timing and area of the meteor shower will vary, but the minimum is fifty square meters, and the duration is at least five minutes.

No one could survive this spell, and the players banded together again and began to storm the mage.

The mage was not disturbed, and was still chanting, but he was helpless. Because he was not using a red fire meteor shower, but a fifth-level flying technique, because he had to bring a beard, his casting speed was a little slower. The players have been disrupted, and many of the teams have started to fight with suspicion, so the original plan for the two was to fly into the air, and most melee players are helpless, so they are not the focus, and then wait and see what happens, and finally take advantage of the fisherman. But now that he has been instigated by someone with a heart to instigate other players, even if the flying technique is cast, it will be hit by everyone, so he has to temporarily change to [Enhanced Magic Shield], and after completion, he shouted in a deep voice: "Fight!" ”

The bearded man laughed and said, "That's it, come on." ”