The white lotus blooms, charming and bleak. Any corpse stained with bone fire can only be invaded by cold foam and turned into a handful of clean bone powder.

A black figure wandered on the battlefield. Every time he stopped, it represented the blooming of a orchid. The cold flame had a faint temperature, swallowing the bones, flesh and blood, and purifying the roots of the evil spirits.

The fallen players do not distinguish between enemies and us, because there is no difference in Wang Xiaofeng's eyes, they just wait for cooling down and sprinkle bone fire. The player who was not able to resurrect nearby appeared at the city's resurrection altar, staring blankly at the level of their reduced one and the passiveness that was more than the passive skill bar.

Players in the Nine Heavens may be more familiar with this situation, but players in Jiyue City met for the first time, a little surprised and a little scared. They couldn't help but think of the PK battle in Yufeng City a few days ago. However, the voice of both players on both sides was unknown, and it was just that Shenmu's skills can permanently add attributes to players.

Forced return to the city? When did this skill exist? System vulnerability or plug-in? It is really good to add attributes, but the price is three hours of journey and considerable experience. This price is indeed a bit too high.

Panic began to spread among the players of the Ninth Heaven, because many people just returned to the city once in vain and had no attribute point rewards.

Wang Xiaofeng's figure was soon recognized by the players of Jiyue City, and the players of Jiyue City quickly discovered that the black shadow was mainly chasing the corpses of the players of Yufeng City, and they were obviously affected by their opponents.

After discovering these, the human swordsman in charge of command could not control the death position of his own players. The bone fire did not have eyes, and each time it was burned, it was seventeen, and the specific range would not be inferior to the other.

"Shenmu! Shenmu!" The bearded dwarf drove passively to chase Wang Xiaofeng's back, following the man in the black robe without worrying about the attacks of the players around him, because the battle groups around him were avoiding this ghostly figure.

Looking at the familiar dwarf, Wang Xiaofeng nodded slightly, as if he didn't need the dwarf to say anything more to understand his purpose. "I apologize for the player who was injured by accident, and I will be punished later."

"No, not this!" Xiaoshou cut his skin and flashed in front of Wang Xiaofeng, blocking his way, "It will burn if it is burned. Isn't it still more attributes? They made money." He smiled, as if he could see Wang Xiaofeng's impatientness, and quickly said, "Let's add a friend and take care of him if you have any problems in the future."

"Yes." Wang Xiaofeng bypassed the dwarf's figure and threw a friend invitation. It seemed that he had just done something insignificant, and it was indeed just a casual move.

The dwarf war cheered, and a charge rushed into the nearest battle group. After raising his sword, he couldn't help but shout: "Brother has a friend of the First God's Madam!"

Unexpectedly, this sentence was too dazzling, and instantly attracted the fire-gathering instant kills from the players around the Nine Heavens. Fireballs, ice cubes, lightning, iron arrows, and laughter-cut figures followed. The nearest player snorted coldly, "I have a friend who cares, it's not a cheat."

The dwarf was satisfied to laugh before his death, and Wang Xiaofeng's bone fire deliberately avoided the place of his body, giving him enough time to choose to resurrect nearby.

The Bone Burning Holy Flame is quite domineering. As long as the target is automatically locked in advance, even if the player clicks to resurrect nearby during the floating process, the system will prompt the corpse to be in an abnormal state and can only wait for death.

The battles on the battlefield are a little more organized, and the skills and division of labor of each profession are clearer. The command art of battlefield commanders faces great tests.

The Nine Heavens of Aoran did not rush up to make achievements in military achievements, but instead glanced around and coordinated the overall situation of the battle. The melee of hundreds of people had already carefully considered his eyesight and judgment. In the same position as him, the 26th-level swordsman on the opposite side, and the human swordsman laughed. A beautiful girl stood beside him, with the white sacrificial robe and skirt heels, and was not the role responsible for healing.

Wang Xiaofeng paid a little attention to Xiaoyu's fighting style and suddenly realized that the Holy Word Sacrifice single-handed and group battles were very eye-catching. Compared with the Holy Light Sacrifice, the healing technique was replaced by the continuous bloody [Holy Light Whip]. This skill should be a curse skill, but it was covered with the cloak of light.

Without dispersal or sacred deterrence, Wang Xiaofeng could not name the name after replacing two skills that directly drained blood. There was only one skill that released several holy lights and brushed the target around him at the same time. The damage caused was not low and the target armor value was reduced. It was obviously the group attack skill that Wang Xiaofeng had been looking forward to.

Fortunately, I learned the inexplicable sacred majesty of ghosts and gods, otherwise, compared with the sacred deterrence and crowd attack skills, the Holy Light Sacrifice would be weak...

However, it will add blood and easy dungeons, which is also the advantage of light milk over other professions. The balance between each profession is still effectively grasped by the system. Many holy light priests will choose to balance physical, mental, and intellectual balance, and equipment will choose spirit to expand the upper limit of magic value. In this way, the dungeons can also ensure personal safety while being sufficient. As long as the melee is not easily killed, it is not easy to die in the melee field.

On the fourth high ground, rows of soldiers lined up neatly on both sides, spearmen, sharpshooter, double sword swordsman, shield armor warrior, dozens of teams pulled apart one by one, waiting for the command of the only knight on the high ground.

Ten thousand people are full of wild people, this is the real ten thousand people are full of wild people! Meticulous and silent. Although these soldiers have never experienced real battle formations, their long-term training has made them concentrate and stand straight.

The battle flag of Thunder Hammer fluttered in the wind, but the flagpole stood upright and did not move at all.

The black clouds pressed down, and the generals on the high ground shouted loudly. The square arrays walked forward one meter like mountain torrents, with uniform movements, and the sound of armor collisions mixed together.

The military formation suddenly emerged, and the players who were watching from afar felt their minds trembling. They were frightened by this heavy, solemn and sharp aura, and their chests were blocked.

"Thor's Hammer is shining!" Overy Jones's voice had a trembling power, which clearly reached every soldier and every player's ears. "Odin's flag is waving! That is the warning Thor sent to us, and that is the signal that Sack's army has stepped across the border! The brave and invincible Odin people, your dignity and territory have been insulted and provoked! Can you tolerate it?"

"No!" The answers were heard one after another, and the 18,000 soldiers did not practice in advance.

Overy raised the sword in his hand suddenly, pulled the flattery and looked around, his eyes widened and roared: "Can you do it!"

"No! No! No!" The echoing sound gradually unified, and many soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs, holding the weapons in their hands high and falling down, with a very distinct sense of rhythm.

"The God of Light is watching us in the sky, and Thor guides us in front of us! This is God's anger towards the invaders! Pick up your weapons and let the Sachs know what a real warrior is! Let the glory of Thor Hammer float forever on the continent of glory! Fight!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"The whole army obeys the order! Arrive!"

In Highland No. 1, the same scene was performed at the same time, with the golden flags that shining with swords and spears flying on the high ground, shining unusually in the dark sky.

"Sack's man!" Brewster's voice was rough and vigorous, low and powerful, "The battlefield is your cemetery, the battlefield is your destination. Are you afraid? Are you afraid?"

"No!" "We won't be afraid!" "Life means dying for the battlefield!"

"No? No, this is not your truth." The generals on the war horse looked up at the sky, but their voices responded to their ears like a curse. "I have many fears about death. When I stood on the battlefield on the first day, I had a deep fear of death. Sometimes, he would take away your souls, and sometimes, he would take away the best comrades and brothers around you."

"Although I am afraid, I never retreat! There is always a belief in my heart that supports me, allowing me to remain calm in front of the god of death! What belief? The belief to live! Tell yourself at all times that we must live! Let the enemy die! Let us live!"

"We have to fight, for the Yufeng City behind us, for the Sakhs under our feet, for our families, for our children, and for our brothers and sisters. If we don't face it, we will have more people. Among these people, there will be your family, brothers, friends, and wives! Think about them, think about the parents who raised us, can we retreat? Should we retreat!"

"No." "Answer me!" "No!" The shouts were surprisingly consistent, low and thick, like the roar of a wild beast.

"Route the formation! Let the Odins see how powerful we are! Armight! Let the god of death be afraid of the guns and swords in our hands! Kill!"
Chapter completed!