The battle situation became very simple and direct. Hills and the monk rushed to the front, and all the other listeners were flanking to help them and sharing some pressure as much as they could.

Under the oppression of the Qin army formation, these listeners finally learned what true cooperation is and what true team battle is.

Once, the radio also tried the story world in the team mode, but then there was no such thing as the audience, so what they were best at was actually tactics such as single-handed or sneak attacks, allowing them to truly form a whole to face powerful opponents, which is really not accustomed to most listeners.

But people are forced out.

The monk and Hills were equal to two sharp knives that directly pierced into the Qin army formation. The last round of confrontation made the audience clear that as long as the Qin army formation was not broken, it would be difficult for everyone to cause real threats and injuries to these Qin army.

At this moment, the monk's Dharma appearance was solemn, and a Buddha body was directly extradited, and the magnificent Buddha power rolled in like a roar of rivers!

Hills stretched out his hands, and a gate of hell appeared behind him. A huge hand of demon god was summoned by him. Every time he summoned the demon god, it was a considerable consumption for Hills, but at this time, only with a moment of thunder, could he really pry open the turtle shell in front of him!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two huge explosions made the Qin army's formation tremble. The monk held Buddhist beads and directly hit the Qin soldiers holding shields in front of him. Hills's swords came out at the same time and stabbed them with the momentum.

"Click!"

The structure of the military formation was torn apart at this time. The shield soldier in front of the two first cracked his shield, and then the whole person was torn to pieces.

The nearby Qin soldiers quickly moved closer, trying to fill the gap, but the monk shone in golden light and squeezed directly over, relying on his own Buddha light to protect his body to block the surrounding Qin soldiers. This hole was finally smashed out. Once the military formation recovered, the previous efforts would be completely in vain.

Hills's two swords broke at this time, but without hesitation, he turned into sword energy and stabbed forward with his own essence and blood. Qin Bing, who had originally put pressure on the monk, was stabbed for a moment.

The Qin army formation that had been unmoved before finally reached a stagnation under the fierce attacks of monks and Hills at all costs. A group of nearby listeners rushed over like wolves and tigers like wolves in the long-lasting boudoir.

In fact, the Qin Bing's single combat capability is not strong, because their personal strength is simply unable to compare with listeners whose strength and means are higher than theirs. Therefore, when the military formation cannot continue to operate, the audience's superior strength is finally revealed.

The pace of killing has also accelerated, but this time it is a bit like a one-sided massacre.

On the other side, the Qin army's cavalry team also turned around and launched a second charge, hoping to use this method to cover the formation and re-form the formation. Several formation enhancers represented by Fatty were used to apply the formation together at this time. At this time, red smoke began to rise from the body of the fat man, because at this moment he received the blessing of several formation masters around him.

At this moment, the fat man had the illusion that he could be extremely majestic and could be able to be the air day, day and day. He pointed to the air alone, as if he was punished on behalf of heaven. For a moment, the thunder of heaven rolled and fell directly.

Red thunder as thick as a telephone pole kept falling down. The Qin army's cavalry suffered heavy losses in this round of bombing, but had lost the motivation to impact and was directly blown up.

The fat man made a concerted effort and took advantage of the qi of several formation masters around him to help him. In the idea that I would have enough fun at once, he started his "one qi transforms three purities".

For a moment, a phantom of the Taoist priest appeared above the sky, but the face of the phantom was fat. The original fairy spirit and extraordinary aura were greatly reduced after seeing this face.

"Destroy!"

Dao Zun's phantom pressed down his fingers,

The mysterious and mysterious aura scattered out, and the war horses under Qin Bing's crotch were all in a state of stagnation at this time, and some even fell apart directly, and the demon soul and body completely split.

"Fuck, it's great!"

The fat man roared, but he was handsome for only three seconds. Several formation mages had already been overwhelmed and fell to the ground in depressed state. The fat man himself seemed to have been taken away and his body was smashed heavily to the ground.

Most of the Qin army's cavalry were destroyed, and the military formations were also dissected. The battle situation had become very clear. What remains were fighting, the most primitive fighting.

The audience's magic weapons and various bloodlines played a huge role at this time. Some people turned into a phantom of the light magic god to bless all nearby listeners, and some released a curse breath to weaken these Qin soldiers on a large scale.

Buddha's hatchet has long been soaked in blood, and he has already killed it like a madman. This is no longer a battle, but more like a game of endurance competition.

Everything is spoken by instinct at this time.

Two Western Dou Qi Enhancers almost burned their own Dou Qi and kept bombarding the Qin soldiers. They were only responsible for defeating each other's resistance. Below were assassins, witches and other strengthened listeners responsible for harvesting their lives.

The battlefield is the best place to learn, and fighting is also the best way to get in. The boring and long stalemate also makes the cooperation between the audience more tacit. Each of them knows that this tacit understanding is hard-earned and it is likely that it will have to rely on this tacit understanding to struggle in another world in the future. Therefore, no one hides his own privately, and there is no need to hide his own privately. Now everyone has almost become teammates in a trench.

The Qin army finally collapsed at this time, but they did not retreat. Even if they were just NPCs simulated by the radio, according to the radio's understanding of the Qin soldiers, it knew that no matter what situation these Qin soldiers were in, they would not flee, so there was no NPCs.

But the helpless thing is that even though they fought to the end one by one, without the blessing of the military formation, they became fragile lambs once they were alone, and their lives were constantly harvested, and the battle situation was finally pushed to the end, just like a passionate band playing, beginning to pull out the last long tone.

Hills pierced the Qin Bing Commander in front of him with a sword. The other party's eyes seemed to have a look of relief, and Hills was the same. After the sword was stabbed out, he also knelt on the ground with one knee, gasping for breath, and golden blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth. His body was trembling uncontrollably, and there was a burst of spasm. The demon god who had been summoned by him seemed to be roaring angrily, because Hills failed to deliver the sacrifice promised to him in time, and it was because Hills was almost exhausted and could no longer go to offer sacrifices.

This battle hurts vitality and is too severe. He has never consumed and fought for such a long time before. Even the PK we came to Su Bai in the Land of Enlightenment, the time it took was very short, and we all pursued each other to quickly separate the results.

The monk's golden body had cracks, and after finally pounding a Qin soldier, he fell to the ground. The golden body immediately dissipated and blood began to overflow, which seemed very tragic.

After the last time the demonic flames on the Buddha's body burned to pieces, they fell to the ground. The hatchet was thrown to the ground and was unable to pick it up.

When the last Qin soldier was killed by a fighting spirit enhancer, all the listeners knelt on the ground on the messy battlefield. They overdraw their spirits, their strengths, and some even overdraw their bloodlines.

But no one died, and I don’t know if it was done deliberately by the radio, but because they did cooperate properly and tried their best. Maybe both might be.

The injury takes time to recover, and the overdraft force needs time to fill it up. However, even after this wave, the broadcast did not announce the end of the mission. As of now, it seems that there is still a next round of offensive.

Everyone was licking their wounds, and while still fearing the previous battle, they were ready for the next wave that might come after calming down their emotions.

The fat man's face was against the ground, and there was a smell of blood flowing from time to time. He forced himself to half-kneel, moved a few meters, and then knelt down again.

At this time, someone handed over a cigarette.

The fat man opened his mouth and said, "It's boring."

The other party put the cigarette into the fat man's mouth, and then used a lighter to light the fat man.

The fat man took two puffs of cigarettes and sprayed smoke rings from his nostrils.

“Huhuhu……………………”

Finally, I recovered a little bit. The fat man really wants to find a bed to have a good sleep, or go to a club to take a bath and have a bath service.

Putting aside the mixed thoughts in my mind, the fat man turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person who had just handed him a cigarette.

The other party's clothes were neat and calm, forming a sharp contrast with all the audiences who were almost no one standing there. Hills's eyes also looked over, the monk and the Buddha also looked over, and many listeners also looked over, and there were also many listeners who also cast doubtful eyes. Everyone had just finished fighting and were as tired as a dog, but suddenly an outsider appeared. This feeling was like a new student suddenly came to the class after military training.

"Dabai, where have you been..." the fat man asked weakly, "Has the radio arranged for you to practice separately? Damn, I feel exhausted now. I just fought so hard."

In the fat man's opinion, Su Bai should have been arranged to go to a more dangerous place, and it should be more difficult than the situation he was waiting for. However, Su Bai's current complexion looks a bit different.

"I met my dad on the way. I chatted with him for a while." Su Bai replied casually.
Chapter completed!