Xiang Ji slowly opened his eyes, and a mist brewed in them, shedding two lines of tears.

What do you mean? This boss was beaten to tears by us? The students who besieged looked confused, they had never encountered such a situation.

Sherlock was also a little confused, what was going on?, but the next moment he reacted:

"Keep the output frequency!"

"Melee formations spread out a little!"

"Yes! That's it!"

"Watch out for the boss's counterattack!"

No matter what, the mission always has to go on, and Sensei said that this guy is just shedding some tears, even if he kneels down and kowtows to everyone and begs for mercy now, everyone still has to continue to beat him.

Flames and hail flew together, and the arrows were all the same color as the wind, and the continuous firepower output finally saw results.

Burst!

An expensive Serge Arrow was launched by its owner with a bowstring made of Warcraft Ice Spider Silk, accelerated by layers of various spell buffs, and then added with powerful arcane energy, and finally shot at the boss at a high speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and then plunged headlong into the enemy's chest.

It was actually a very small sound, at least not loud on a noisy battlefield, but most people noticed it immediately.

"Broken defense!"

"Finally hurt!"

"That's right, I've seen the boss health bar!"

"Damn! this blood bar must have more than a dozen layers!"

"Be careful!"

"Ahh

"Pay attention to avoidance! The boss's second damage is too high!"

"Hold it!"

The bloody boss finally seems to have no intention of ignoring his enemies any longer, and at the same time as the Sergein arrow is working, an unlucky assassin with a somewhat aggressive stance is smashed in the head by a punch from a suddenly moving enemy!

"Dispersion! Dispersion!"

"Tank on top! Attention! Don't get too close!"

"The rest of the melee will continue to output from range!"

"CONTROL THE BOSS! DON'T LET HIM LEAVE THE RUNE ARRAY!"

The real battle finally began, and Sherlock issued a series of commands with a serious face, and after a frightening commotion, the melee team, with many dead and wounded, resumed its normal battle order.

Looking at the seniors with normal faces, as well as the calm and methodical response command, the students who were a little flustered just now settled down and continued to carry out the tasks assigned to them according to the predetermined plan.

Of course, most people didn't notice that Sherlock's position had quietly stepped back a lot in the commotion just now.

............ Divider............

A soul roars wildly.

At first, Xiang Ji wasn't quite sure if it was a legendary soul or not, because it was difficult for people to associate it with such a thing, but he could only think of this word to refer to the strange existence in front of him.

It was more like some kind of information that had been left behind, and I felt endless sadness and anger from it, as well as a lot of complicated and unspeakable chaotic thoughts mixed in it.

This thought that came directly into his mind was so violent and turbulent that Xiang Ji, as a bystander, inexplicably grieved with the other party, and even couldn't help but shed tears.

You're so noisy!

I'm Chen Jialuo.

I know, can you stop arguing, I'm about to be made into a roast pig by others!

I am Chen Jialuo, and I am Chen Shiqi's son.

That's not the point, brother!

I am Chen Jialuo, I am the son of the minister Chen Shiqi, and Aixin Jueluo Hongli is my brother.

Why don't you listen to people? Can you be quiet, I can't control myself because of your noise!

However, the voice ignored Xiang Ji's pleas, and continued his story unhurriedly.

I am the chief helmsman of the Red Flower Society, I am the leader of the anti-Qing cause, and I am the leader and hope of the restoration of the Han people。。。。。

I have a lot of subordinates who respect and believe in me, I have a lot of heroes and heroes who trust, I am both civil and military, and I have good martial arts。。。。。

It seems to be a kind of ideological thing, since Xiang Ji perceived it, this thing has been talking to itself, and he didn't pay any attention to Xiang Ji's repeated inquiries, and it seemed that he had no ability to communicate at all.

But that's different from ordinary self-talk, if a normal person hears a person constantly talking to himself, most of them will treat him as a madman, and then they will naturally block what this guy says, after all, who would take a mentally ill person's crazy words seriously?

But Xiang Ji couldn't do that, the strange thoughts that kept rushing into his mind made him uneasy, and he couldn't concentrate at all, Xiang Ji's consciousness could only follow this chaotic flow of thoughts, and even with the surging flow of information increasing, even the ability to think was gradually lost.

In this way, he stood in place, letting the enemy rush to his side from a distance to form a formation, and watched a mage-like guy standing in the distance with a magic staff, and with the chanting of the incantation, an ice pick flew and smashed into his face, duang!

Am I such a thick face as the corner of the legendary city wall? Xiang Ji smiled bitterly and teased himself in his heart, unable to control his body, he could only let the other party open up the posture for a long time, and then completely drown himself with a stormy attack.

When!when!when!when!

Vaguely, he seemed to feel that the enemy had changed his attack method halfway, and the temperature around his body had changed, from cold to scorching, and his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, as if countless people were shaking in front of his eyes with torches, and a sense of crisis flickered in his heart at this time, and he was quickly washed away by the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

I'm Chen Jialuo, I'm 。。。。。。

The voice in his head never stopped, and the unfamiliar emotions gradually boiled with the accelerated flow of information, and after more than ten minutes, Xiang Ji could only distinguish the most vivid and intense touch from it, and the rest were all washed away.

Today I was beaten by my father。。。。。 Pain...

On the first day of Mengxue, Mr.'s ring ruler 。。。。。 Fear...

August 14, the day before yesterday. Fort Wu to the west was slaughtered. said that it was the hand of the government... Fear... Indissoluble...

People all over the city rode down the streets, killing passers-by... Abhor... Indissoluble....

Eavesdropping on the chat of the old servant at home, Yangzhou for ten days... Jiading Three Slaughters... Abhor.....

Meet Master... Disturbed....

Learn how to do it。。。。。 Glad....

I encountered the Tartars bullying the Han people again. Repression.... Commiseration....

Infiltrate Manchuria for the first time。。。。。。 Teach the bully Tartar . . . Killing by mistake... Fear.... The man couldn't help but fight...

Breeze... Flip the book... Literary inquisition.... Damn it....

Martial arts. Fight.... Compare notes... Victory... Streak... Master taught... Powerful.... Liability....

Huayi's Distinction... Culture.... Ecclesiastical 。。。。。 Slaughter.... Dressed as a beast。。。。。 Wrath....

Today, the world is repeated, the land of China is sinking, the sky is dark, and the sun and moon are dark。。。。。 Heaviness.... Confused....

Ancestor... Clan... The teachings of the saints... Epiphany....

Everyone has a heart that can't bear others, I am an artist, I should do my best to save the people of the world from fire and water!

The amount of information in a person's life is so complicated and lengthy, even if it only picks the most impressive and vivid part, it takes dozens of minutes, and at this moment, there is a pain in the chest, and Xiang Ji finally wakes up from the chaos and regains control of his body.

But it seemed that it was too late, the physical condition was so bad that even the flesh that had been strengthened by the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong could not resist the test of the high temperature for a long time, and the severe burns made the strength of the flesh greatly reduced, so that the attack that could be completely defended against before was now impossible to resist.

After all, the dragon elephant has not changed the fundamental properties of the body, the strengthened protein molecules are still proteins, and chemical reactions will still occur at a sufficient temperature, and dozens of minutes of high-temperature roasting is enough to degrade the muscles.

There is no way to overcome, or even to escape.

Xiang Ji turned around and punched a guy who rubbed his body in front of him, and after a few more minutes of wrestling with the enemy, he came to this conclusion.

Within a few meters of his body, there was a strange force field that restricted Xiang Ji's fist and foot movements, and the further out from the center this force became, while the enemy was completely unaffected.

The opponent's fighting style is very cunning, using the cover of the force field to constantly wander around, rarely making direct contact with Xiang Ji, and only when he is about to break through the force field with all his strength will he force Xiang Ji back to his original place by charging or the like.

I'm going to die here!

Xiang Ji's mood is very complicated and very special, he doesn't have much fear of life and death at this moment, because the result is already doomed, and he doesn't have much complaint about Chen Jialuo, who indirectly caused him to fall into death, but he has some emotion in his heart.

In the original time and space, Xiang Ji didn't look down on the helmsman of the Red Flower Society, a guy who even gave up his own woman, and finally escaped at the cost of the woman's life, which was somewhat contemptuous.

But today, after experiencing such a change, it is almost like experiencing the other person's life in person, and some views have quietly changed.

In this declining martial arts plane, although the status of the warrior is not as good as before, it is higher than ordinary people after all, and the masters among them are even more transcendent.

And a master like this helmsman with an extraordinary family background and outstanding strength of his own, even if he is unwilling to serve the ruler, can live well with his own ability, but he has chosen a path that is destined to be difficult, and to some extent it should be a dead end, because there is almost no possibility of success.

He doesn't understand all this, doesn't he know?

No, he knew, if just a few warriors could change the world by organizing them together, how could the original dignified Celestial Empire fall into that situation?

It is only because of what I have seen and heard, the righteous indignation and injustice in my chest, just because of the backbone of the warrior and the self-esteem of the man, as well as the sympathy and pity for the persecuted, everyone has a heart that cannot bear it.

It's not necessarily how many people can do it.

At least Xiang Ji felt that he might not be as good as him.

In that case, let me do something for you, before I die.

Following the memory of the other party, Xiang Ji saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure, the anger in his heart became more and more intense, his physical condition continued to deteriorate, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, the huge internal force was running and transforming, the fierce beating heart transported the boiling energy, and the body jumped up, reaching the air more than ten meters away.

The shortcomings of that peculiar force field seem to be above, but it doesn't help much for a breakthrough, because more than ten meters is already the limit of Xiang Ji at the moment, and the higher the position, the more convenient it is for the other party to gather fire, but now he doesn't care.

There is a strong field of restraint, and the enemy is blocked, ordinary fists and feet can't reach the target at all, Xiang Ji checked his arsenal, only Wan'er's transformed mountain pulling skill can be used, with a huge internal force as the backing, starting from the heart, the mountain pulling energy is focused in the hand, constantly accumulating, as if holding a sun in the hand, blazing.

Is it because of the anger in my heart? It's so hot.

I'm sorry, Wan'er, and the girl who gave me internal strength, it was wasted.

The next moment, the red light and candle ground, the sound was like thunder.

。。。。。 Dividing Line。。。。。。。

The boss jumped into the air, but it doesn't matter, he should be almost at the limit, but why is the ominous premonition getting stronger?

Sherlock carefully observed the boss's movements, comforting himself in his heart, until he saw a sun flying out of the boss's hand.

Before the endless light and heat engulfed Sherlock, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the stand-in of the native king had just arrived at his side, as if to say something, and Sherlock vaguely understood the reason.

Damn natives!

FUKE！