In a trance, I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of rain like a waterfall and the sound of arrows gradually stopped. The corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed into rivers...23zw.

Garrera was covered in blood, her hair was disheveled, and she stood proudly in the blood river with her sword, like a demon god in hell.

Goodro died in battle, and none of the 200 heavy infantry soldiers from the Fourth Squadron of the Canglang Knights survived. A whole team, with less than 300 flying eagle archers left. Abel sacrificed Catherine almost exhausted all her magic power, and she was weak and forced to do not fall down...

Tens of thousands of flying eagle archers and cavalry soldiers blocked outside the road entrance looked sad and angry, and their eyes were shattered. If Ye Feng had not issued a death order, they might have drawn their swords at the Canglang heavy infantry who blocked the road entrance and rushed into the field.

Grant patted his sister on the shoulder, jumped off the horse, and walked slowly towards Garrera with a gun.

"Come on Garera, fight me, and I will cut off your head on behalf of the 300,000 Abels whom you slaughtered, and pay tribute to their dead souls."

"Just because of you, a little legendary strongman."

Although Garrera's face was covered in blood and her gorgeous armor was covered with arrow marks, looking extremely embarrassed, once he spoke, he still showed his domineering spirit and was extremely contemptuous and disdainful of Grant.

"And I."

Ye Feng flew over in the air, Kaitian Sword pointed at Garera from afar: "The Sword Saint is indeed the Sword Saint. I have never seen a person who can be proud of you, nor have he seen a person as idiot as you. Today, you are dead."

"The defeated generals under his command." Garrela snorted coldly, "Kill you and eliminate all the hatred in my heart. What can I do if I die? At worst, I will sell my soul to the demon god. Maybe when you see you, your mentor Lola will obediently surrender to me...haha..."

Garrera laughed arrogantly, Ye Feng suddenly became furious and grabbed Garrera from the air with a punch.

Perhaps Garrera was careless and couldn't defend her, but she was instantly grabbed by Ye Feng's golden giant palm. Ye Feng's three punches were shot down, and Garrera was shot down from mid-air, and her blood volume dropped to an auspicious integer, six million.

"Viral snake, lock in the target and bomb it for me." Ye Feng shouted angrily.

The goblin cannons hidden on the periphery, which had already been set up and calibrated for firing at the same time, and the thick muzzles of the five armored chariots that blocked the entrance roared and emitted dazzling beams of light.

Within a radius of 100 yards centered on Garrera, he was completely swallowed by the explosion of air waves, and tens of thousands of damage values ​​kept flying. Even Grant, who was closer to Garrera, was blown away by the strong air waves.

Ye Feng had no time to care about the lives and death of the more than 300 flying eagle archers on the field. If he didn't kill Garrera as soon as possible, not only would they die, but their tribe members also had to come back at a greater price.

"Continuous shelling."

Another round of artillery bombardment, and the rolling smoke flooded the small field. Everyone could not see Garrera, but only heard his angry roar.

Then in the third round, the cracked stone slabs were gradually shot everywhere by the air waves. Many flying eagle archers were hit and directly rushed off the war horses. However, what was strange was that this round of cannon bombing was all disappointed, and Garrera was not injured.

Ye Feng's eyes sterned and he thought to himself that it was not good.

The space at the intersection on the left was suddenly twisted, and a sword light soared into the sky seemed to fly from the sky, slashing on the outer layer of the iron armored chariot with a bang.

Crack, the iron armored chariot with level 4-level iron armor strengthened protection was actually split from it by a sword. The incision was neat and it was instantly divided into two halves. More than a dozen heavy infantrymen who protected the iron armored chariot were also shocked to death by a sword and died in an instant.

"bite."

Battle Tips: Starry Sword Saint Garrera uses his skill [Saint Emperor Sword], and the armored chariot is destroyed.

"Damn it, stop the shelling and intercept it." Ye Feng was furious and rushed over like lightning, and a soul-bound penetrating towards Garrera.

Fanss.

Grant flew over and arrived, and the nearly two-foot-long gun blade burst out with dazzling golden light, and a shot was penetrated into Garera's heart. More than 300 flying eagle archers rushed forward. More than 100 heavy infantrymen at the intersection instantly formed four rows of shield formations to seal the intersection. In a blink of an eye, Garera was surrounded again.

Garrera roared, as if she was crazy, and she shook Grant's spear with one sword. The legend and the earth god level were two levels apart. Moreover, Garrera's strength had reached the peak of the earth god, and was only one step away from the divine realm. After fighting, the top and bottom were determined. Grant chose to beat Garrera hard and had no choice but to die.

Garrera forced Grant to retreat, and his sword swirled in circles and spun. Dozens of heads were pushed into the air by blood arrows. The heavy infantry soldiers in the first row of shield formations were cut into two pieces by the men and shields.

Garrera is too strong, even though she is seriously injured and on the verge of death, she is still so powerful that it makes people desperate.

So the fearless warriors began to fight back in despair.

Perhaps they just saw the efficient killing of artillery tanks on Garrera, and they placed their hopes on heavy artillery bombing.

Hundreds of people shouted in unison at Ye Feng who was floating in the air: "Sir, I have no regrets."

Ye Feng couldn't bear it. The street intersection was so narrow that they all wanted to die under heavy artillery bombing. How many deaths were, 300, 3000, or 30000.

It was not that he felt sorry for the loss of his military strength, but that he really couldn't bear to see them blown into pieces, and that he couldn't bear to see them blown into pieces. He couldn't bear to have this cruel order came from him... even though they were just npcs.

Ye Feng sighed and roared: "The whole army attacked, and Garrera died."

"No..." Luo Yunmeng subconsciously stopped Ye Feng's impulse, but he couldn't say it when he spoke.

Upon hearing the order, a heavy infantryman suddenly threw away his shield and sword, hugged Garera in the middle of his voice, and shouted, "Brothers, cut."

Dozens of sharp swords were slashed without hesitation, and more than a dozen spears stabbed from all directions, cutting through the infantry's armor, piercing his body, and then stabbing Garera fiercely.

The damage was very low, and it was still only a thousand, but they didn't care. Whenever Garrera struggled to shake off the bloody corpse that was being cut off on her body, a heavy infantry soldier abandoned her shield and threw his sword, rubbed her body and flew to hold him tightly.

This is exactly the tactic of exchanging life with blood, just like the Flying Eagle Archer, and it is even more tragic.

The cold sword light rolled up the broken limbs and arms, splashed blood mist and broke the blade, and it was bloody red when it entered his eyes. Garrera roared and stood proudly at the narrow street intersection, and the long sword stormed the bloody storm, tyrannically strangling the brave and fearless warriors.

The heavy infantry facing Garera was like being killed in pieces by a hurricane.

Everyone is stained with blood, everyone is striving for the forefront.

The huge ruins of the city lord's mansion were filled with soldiers from all directions. They stabbed their guns, held up their swords, and shouted loudly regardless of their death.

Corpse were everywhere, layer by layer. Facing the mountain of corpses, the war horses could no longer launch a high-speed charge. The flying eagle archers in front of them abandoned the war horse without hesitation and drew their sabers to join the infantry.

Garrera crisscrossed the prairie and experienced countless bloody battles. Never had a battle as fierce as this.

In his understanding, no matter how brave a person is, he is afraid of death. He is desperate to get involved in the enemy formation. It is not that he is not afraid of death, but that he hopes to use his extraordinary strength to shock the enemy and destroy their fighting spirit with his extraordinary strength.

Following his experience, these soldiers should have been killed by him and dared not speak out for war. You should know that he had a single sword, slaughtered thousands, either beheaded or shattered corpses, and there was no complete corpse under his sword.

This cruel killing in battle can also best disintegrate the enemy's fighting spirit.

But unfortunately, no one is invincible with his sword, and no one is afraid of the tragic death of his body and head.

They are true knights of glory, and they value glory and refrain from life and death.

A scholar is not afraid of death, but why should he be afraid of death?

kill.
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