This time, where Yu Wenhui appeared, there were no other players and NPCs haunting, so he casually threw away his old clothes bag, performed light skills, and went straight to the three-star war zone he had been to last time.

After the chaotic fighting in the early stage, at least fifteen or six thousand people have been killed and withdrawn from this mission.

The rules of the full-time Martial God are close to the truth, all the dead NPCs will not be brushed out in this battle, and all the dead players cannot enter again, even if they change the character card, it will not work, so about one-tenth of the fighters who died will still have a great impact on the entire battlefield.

Because this three-star war zone was ravaged by Huang Tianxia and Lu Xuanji yesterday, the number of people has dropped sharply, and Yu Wenhui has picked eight opponents in a row, with Dahua Dragon Hands by his side, and there are almost no enemies with ten moves below the three-star level.

It doesn't necessarily mean that Yu Wenhui's martial arts value is higher, it's just that he has rich combat experience, and he has advanced to the congenital, and he has a top martial arts such as Dahua Dragon Hand, even if the force value is higher than his, he will be one and a half moves at a critical time, and he will hate on the spot.

He was only a little more than ten levels, and the experience points gained from killing enemies by skipping the level became extremely rich, and eight opponents made his Dahua Dragon Skill raise another level, and he was already approaching the full level of twenty.

Although Yu Wenhui was a little proud, he was not very satisfied, he was a person who had seen what high-level martial arts looked like, and knew that if he couldn't let the original body break through the level of the warrior, and his martial arts were also cultivated above five stars, it was not enough to exert the true power of martial arts of this level.

He adjusted his mood a little, regained his vitality, and then prepared to fight again.

As soon as Yu Wenhui found a guy who was using fine steel to fight, he heard a continuous explosion of energy in the distance, like thunder, coming from afar.

Yu Wenhui's spirit suddenly perked up, and he had only seen this kind of level of battle once, that is, the battle between Dahua Dragon Hand Lang Tianya VS Tianhe Sword Cloud Covered Rain VS Evil King Meng Xuansheng.

In other words, not far away, there were masters above seven stars fighting, and he made a casual move, forced the opponent back, and withdrew from the battle.

His opponent was also a player, and when he saw that Yu Wenhui had retreated, he didn't continue to entangle, because he was not sure that he would be able to defeat this terrifying guy.

Just after a while, there was a long howl getting closer and closer, and two figures galloped towards him, and in front of him was a man from the Western Regions with a five-colored turban, wearing a robe decorated with various patches, with a beard and blue eyes, and a thick and burly figure. Chasing after him was a teenage child, who looked young but handsome, as if he were the reincarnation of a golden boy in the sky.

Yu Wenhui was slightly stunned, he didn't recognize the big man running for his life in front, but he recognized the child chasing him behind him, it was the first master of the full-time martial arts, the seven-star Meng Ning'er.

Meng Ning'er smiled and said, "Where can you flee to?" Come and kill me obediently, or I will let your disciples and grandchildren die." ”

How could Kilimaigar be willing to be killed by him? Although the disciples and grandchildren are important, how can they be compared to their own old lives? As one of the twelve Zoroastrian kings of light, how noble is his status, and how can his life be compared to that of ordinary believers? Hate only hated himself as one of the twelve Zoroastrian kings of light, and he was not the opponent of the children who were chasing and killing later, and after this battle, even if Zoroastrian won this battle, his old man's reputation would be ruined.

Kilimaika ran for his life and shouted: "If you dare to hurt me, millions of Zoroastrian disciples will be with you forever, do you know that I am one of the twelve kings of light in Zoroastrianism, and how noble my status is? How can I be a character you can hurt? My Zoroastrianism has six great divine skills, as long as you cultivate one, you can dominate the world, and you are invincible. ”

In order to survive, Qili Maiga really didn't care about anything, and even took out the supreme heart method of Zoroastrianism as bait, hoping that this little evil star behind him could raise his noble hand and let him go as a fart.

Meng Ning'er smiled and shouted, "One of the twelve bright kings of Zoroastrianism is a fart! Do you know how many dicks I have? Lao Tzu has eight-pack abs on his little jj......

Qilimaiga really didn't expect Meng Ning'er to have such a dick, and in a hurry, he even caught several players and NPCs, whether it was the Taoist priest of Qingyang Palace, or his own Zoroastrian disciples, or came to help the evil martial artist, and threw it behind him.

He is also a seven-star master, otherwise how could he escape from Meng Ning'er's hands? With this thunderous throw, he counted on Meng Ning'er to take care of these people's lives and take it over, so that he would have time to escape.

Meng Ning'er swayed freely, or pushed these people who flew over, or dodged with Qiao in the way of Qiao, and it didn't affect the speed at all, as for those unlucky eggs, they didn't live one by one.

Kilimaiga didn't think that this trick could be fully effective, seven shots in a row, and the eighth time just went straight to Yu Wenhui's head, the gap between the two martial arts was so big, it was like the bright moon in the sky compared to fireflies, Yu Wenhui suddenly gave birth to the feeling that he could not escape, there was no escape, and he must be caught by this person.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, if he was caught by Qilimaiga and thrown to Meng Ning'er, he was not optimistic that he could be saved by Meng Ning'er, and he would definitely die.

He is a full-time martial god in the original body, and when he dies, he has nothing.

Yu Wenhui's brain moved extremely fast, and the two Flying Star Transmission Hate Swords were unloaded, and they shot it out with a single move. With his martial arts, of course, it is impossible to delay Kilimaiga, one of the twelve light kings of Zoroastrianism. With a flick of his fingers, Kilimai smashed the two Flying Star Transmission Hatred Swords, and still grabbed and fell.

Yu Wenhui's flying sword shot fiercely, although it failed to stop this seven-star master, but it gave him a teleportation of a tenth of a second, and the flying star hatred sword was unloaded, which also allowed him to have a spare item slot to equip the amorphous shuttle. The long rope flew out and entangled the nearest player, and he pulled it over to be a substitute for the dead ghost, but he desperately turned over in the direction of Meng Ning'er.

The wind blew, and the ghost who was substituted for death was captured by Qilimaiga, Yu Wenhui was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, and he did not make any mistakes in dealing with it.

Although he only had time to turn over half of his muscles, after all, it was in the direction of Meng Ning'er, and Kilimaiga would not give up the opportunity to escape for a little person like him.

Yu Wenhui was shocked by this cold sweat, most of them were afraid, he was a little at a loss, if it wasn't for the fact that he happened to have an amorphous shuttle at hand, and there happened to be a player by his side, he would definitely not be able to hide this time, and he would inevitably become the unjust soul of Qilimaiga's men.

"If you don't become a master, you're always a waste species that has been killed!"