Ning Zheng looked angry and laughed.

I asked you to go to the front line to shoot arrows, not to let you hide behind and cut people.

It's not that it's more cost-effective.

So if I don't care for my life, can't I go on it myself? I can cut a bunch myself

It doesn't seem to work.

Ning Zheng didn't dare to cut Qizu in person.

Thinking about it from another angle, why are they not death squads now?

Desperately on the front line, walking on a tightrope?

Although it's not cutting that ancestor, it's also cutting this ancestor.

That's it.

Ning Zheng didn't stay at home either, hiding in a corner, holding a large amount of magic money in his hand, and frantically replenishing his aura.

Although most of the splitting energy comes from the parent body.

But it also takes a lot of mana to breed a large amount of spiritual toxins by yourself.

His realm is low, and the ancestor stands and cuts him, and he feels that he can't keep up with the secretion of toxins.

Ning Zheng switched perspectives and secretly observed the battle situation: "It should be that the battle situation will be much better, I thought I could fight before."

After more than a dozen archers joined in, and with the frantic support of another Qizu's "new long-range firepower", the situation was noticeably improved.

"Three backs off."

"Move."

"Don't worry, calm down."

This group of archers was clearly conscious.

They are not normal blacksmiths, they are all carefully selected combat flow soul players, and they are very operational.

Control the character to avoid AOE, various moves, and will use a "kite" tactic to fight the boss, which is very organized, stands far away, and will also find a paper house in the distance as a cover.

Moreover, the soul body has no body.

Most of their physical attacks fail, which causes all sorts of problems with their operations, and only the souls become darker.

And Li Youzhu and the two are not stupid, they just need to drag each other.

This archer's soul poison arrow will weaken the opponent again and again, splitting the opponent and creating new descendants.

One trades off the other.

He will become weaker and weaker in the poison, and the proliferating "daughter virus" on his body will attack him wildly, producing more viruses.

It can only be said that this Heavenly Spirit Root is indeed perverted.

Especially this kind of war of attrition, when playing long-range assistance.

Ning Zheng's spiritual root is especially suitable for long-range attacks, and melee slashing will be very limited.

It's good to have a front row to resist.

"It's just that their archery skills are so bad that they destroy the heavens."

Ning Zheng shook his head and sighed lightly:

"The phantom is originally a temporary soul body, and the arrows it shoots are also spiritual arrows, which consume soul power, and the more you shoot, the faster the soul clone will disappear."

This is too wasteful for them to use, they can't play much in their strength, and most of the arrows they shoot miss, and they can't hit their due strength at all.

This is still under the premise of archery by a flock of crows.

But what can Ning Zheng do?

His own archery skills are stronger than theirs, but they are also limited in strength.

He is just a little monk of the five-body realm.

Soon, however, the blacksmith archers discovered a new way, and their arrows were so bad that they couldn't hit each other.

The version of the answer is: shoot him in the meat field.

You don't have to attack the Nine Ancestors, you attack the puppet scarecrow he controls.

The overwhelming meat field has huge targets, and no matter how bad the archery is, it can hit.

A salvo.

Two waves of salvos.

A temporary phantom whose cultivation was not weaker than the Three-Element Realm slowly stood up and bent his bow to shoot arrows.

One by one, they stood up, like a natural disaster among the undead, constantly sweeping and expanding, forming a legion in the shadows.

"What the hell is this? If this continues, I will surely fail."

In mid-air, the Nine Ancestors frantically thought about ways to break the situation in their hearts, feeling that they were restrained.

Wrong

It is the puppet of the meat field that is restrained, but it has become a continuous production tool for the other party.

He is a cultivator, and most of it is in controlling the puppet!

The swift dragon golem had been damaged by fending off attacks.

This meatfield puppet was also restrained.

Now that I think about it, they had just attacked premeditatedly, killing the highly mobile dragon golems first.

At this moment, he was like a broken arm, and he was being harassed remotely by a bunch of shadow archers.

It's hard to stand alone.

Before, it was he who besieged the other party, but now it is the other party who besieges him.

Rumble!

Li Youzhu also has his own thoughts while fighting.

He wanted to go, but he wouldn't really try.

Those archers don't know their true origins, how can they really cooperate?

The other party seems to be infighting, and it is the best choice to take the opportunity to escape, and he will never stay here and break the net.

But he looked at Jiao Wuyu and fell silent.

"I can't save it, so let's get here." Jiao Wuyu smiled, his whole body became shriveled, and his body looked like a shriveled long snake.

She was already close to being shattered, and she was forced to stitch together the bodies of various dragons with threads, and such a fierce battle directly pushed her life to the end.

"If you don't come to save me, I won't let him pay for your life."

Li Youzhu clenched his fists, and his expression became complicated.

He didn't choose to go, and once again he moved angrily and began to contain the attack.

Jiao Wuyu didn't stop him, just looked at his rushing figure, slowly shook his head and sighed, "It's okay, it's okay."

She knew that Li Youzhu wanted to take her away.

But because he was a groundbinder, he couldn't leave at all.

His cognitive defect made him make up for the reason why he couldn't go: he didn't live alone anymore, and stayed to avenge her.

"It's dead, it's dead after all." She murmured softly, looking at his figure:

"I'm about to follow in his footsteps, and I don't know if I'll be able to turn into embers and live here with him, even if it's only a month before the Red Sun."

She looked dazed for a moment, and spat out blood.

But she knew that it was impossible, the stronger the monks, the more difficult it was to interfere with their ember generation, the probability was too low and too low.

At this time, the defeat of the Nine Ancestors was already doomed.

The extremely terrifying toxin is slowly boiling the frog, and it can't break free, so it can only wait for death.

Bump.

"No!" The Nine Ancestors became more and more crazy, and they also went to defeat.

Between life and death, he looked at his puppet and the broken paper house, and was slightly stunned: "It turns out that I died a long time ago, but it's a pity."

At this time, everyone faintly saw it.

A delicate Void Black Spirit Flower bloomed on his head, followed by

at

"Reason is the prisoner's cage, and madness is the freedom of nature."

He threw his head back and let out a hoarse roar:

"I'm crazy, but"

His whole being melted like a burning candle, like the usual flower blooming three failed monks, his face distorted, dead in place.

He's dead.

It's over.

At this moment, everyone looked at the overwhelming flesh and blood, and this thought instinctively arose in their hearts.

Victory.

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