"Chengguan can also warm the heart when it is stained with blood, who said that the heroic soul is not as good as the spring breeze..."

Step 7.

Chu Yu's face was as pale as paper, he coughed twice, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

With the seventh step, the pressure on the city gate was suddenly relieved.

One by one, the Seven Senses Heroic Souls were like gods of war, fighting on this city gate, slaughtering those demon beasts.

The most important thing is that there are no high-level demon beasts on the demon domain, as if these are sent to them to kill.

A high-level demon beast floated in the air, just watching from a distance.

"How long can you maintain this state?"

A demon king sneered and sneered.

Chu Yu just raised his head weakly and looked at it, his figure staggering in midair.

The blood in the corpses of these dead demon beasts continued to flow along the lines of the formation, gathering, and purifying the energy to feed back into the heroic souls.

But even then, it's not enough.

If this goes on for a long time, without energy, these heroic souls will eventually fall silent again and dissipate.

Although they no longer have their senses, they still maintain their fighting instincts, killing frantically among the herds.

But the beasts didn't care, just stared at the living people to kill and bite.

It was completely a self-inflicted loss of 10,000 and an injury of 800 enemies.

This seemingly stupidest and stupidest method made the upper echelons of the Terran frown.

Abandoning all external factors and returning to the primitive battlefield made them all a little powerless.

I can't find a breakthrough from the side, and I can't use my strength to fight, so I can only fight.

Desperately, desperately bleeding.

A strong man from the Demon Elimination Pavilion rushed out of the demon group and flew into the air, roaring loudly.

"Demon slayer!"

As the voice fell, some of the demon beasts in the herd became dazed, with a splitting headache and a very strange state.

Soon, they gradually became crazy, as if they had lost their minds, and began to attack the other demon beasts around them indiscriminately!

And it's the kind of play that doesn't kill at all.

Rushing over hard, even if it is death, bite off a piece of the flesh of those demon beasts.

"Hehe, what the old man left behind is just easy to use."

"Some of the demons we have caught over the years have quietly added some material to them and sent them back to the demon domain."

"It's really a mother's thing."

Watching the beasts fall into chaos, the strong man grinned and smirked.

But the riot only lasted about three minutes before it subsided, but it also gave the Terran soldiers a little respite.

"Atai!"

In the distant battlefield, Zhao Zicheng shouted fiercely.

At this time, Zhao Zicheng already had several more wounds on his body, especially on his chest, which was already deeply visible.

But Zhao Zicheng didn't seem to notice it.

"I'm here!"

After the madness, Atai was not much better than the demon beast, his voice was like muffled thunder, his shirt was all broken, stained with blood, and he couldn't tell which ones were the enemy and which were his own.

He kept running, and finally jumped up violently, grabbed a blue bird in mid-air, dragged it to the ground, tore it with his hands, and stood in front of Zhao Zicheng.

After completing the alternation, Zhao Zicheng stepped back with a sigh of relief.

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned against the corner, her face pale, and there was a hole in her chest.

Her forehead was hot at this time, and beads of sweat kept dripping.

The big white hair was also wet with blood, but he was vigilant in front of Xiaoxiao.

"Is it okay?"

Sandbags emerge and slam into a cheetah that wants to sneak up, sending it flying.

At the moment of flying out, several heroic souls flashed, wiping them out.

Only had time to take a brief look at Lin Xiaoxiao's injury, Zhao Zicheng turned around, looked around, and asked.

"Can't die... Ahem..."

Lin Xiaoxiao coughed twice, took out a pill in the pocket embroidered on his clothes and swallowed it, slowly closed his eyes, and completely put his life in the hands of Zhao Zicheng.

"That's good."

"Master and Sun Wen made a bet, the first to eat... Not your seat! ”

"You're dead, I'm losing blood!"

"Atai, take care of Mu Yu!"

shouted again, Zhao Zicheng's expression was solemn, and the scar on his cheek looked a little hideous at this time, as if it was squirming on his face.

The sandbag became extremely huge, he took a step back, shrank in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, leaned against the wall with her, and blocked her, himself, Da Bai, with the sandbag.

From time to time, monsters attacked, crashing on the sandbags, clattering.

The sandbags almost dispersed several times, but eventually they held on.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that in line with the principle of attrition war on the Demon Domain, there have been no high-level demon beasts on the customs so far.

This also leads to the fact that several of them can play a little more.

"Broken Soul!"

Mu Yu opened his eyes violently, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes!

The tombstone in front of him trembled violently!

A stream of black gas suddenly spread out!

All the demon beasts within a radius of 100 meters stopped strangely in place, maintaining their previous posture, and the next second, their bodies fell to the ground as if they had been neatly cut.

"Heh..."

"My fifth technique..."

"But... Group... Wound..."

Mu Yu's cold face barely outlined a smile, but the moment the words ended, he closed his eyes weakly and fell to the ground.

"It's amazing... Dick! ”

As soon as the pressure was empty, Zhao Zicheng was stunned for a moment, his head came out from behind the sandbag, and he couldn't help but praise after seeing this scene!

This is only a hundred meters of safety zone is shrinking rapidly, and more demon beasts are constantly making up for it.

But there was a slight gap, and those heroic souls instantly scattered in all directions, killing to the periphery, trying to expand this safe zone!

On the battlefield, two or three seconds is enough time to do a lot of things.

Or Mu Yu's blow rewrote the situation on a small-scale battlefield.

If one day Mu Yu Bajue, and then write on the tombstone...

That picture may be even more terrifying.

The premise is that he can finish it smoothly.