MTL - Global Game: Comes with Portable Store-v3 Chapter 193 8 wind and rain

Ye Yongqiang did not die but was also seriously injured. More importantly, his spirit collapsed. From the collapse of the soul level, he looked a bit crazy, and he was no longer able to join the battle.

"Kill! Everyone has to die! Everyone has to die!" Ye Yongqiang lay on the ground, yelling with his eyes closed, blood spurting from the wounds all over his body, but he still kept struggling.

Several medical staff were pushed away by him, and no one was allowed to approach.

Compared with ordinary players, he is very strong, even if he is injured.

This also caused those medical staff to shrink back and dare not move forward.

Su Changxing walked forward, stopped Ye Yongqiang's struggle with one hand, looked at him and asked, "Do you still recognize me?"

Probably deterred by the powerful strength, Ye Yongqiang suddenly calmed down, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at Su Changxing:

"Chief...leader?"

He seemed to recognize it, and in this case, he still recognized Su Changxing.

This is not easy.

Su Changxing looked at him and was silent for a while, then took out the crazy blood from Buddha and Demon from his pocket Galaxy, and poured a drop of it into Ye Yongqiang's mouth.

If it continues like this, Ye Yongqiang will be no different from being dead, he can only give it a try.

There is a certain probability that the blood of madness can heal the collapse of Ye Yongqiang's soul, but there is also a certain probability that it will kill him.

But if you do this, Ye Yongqiang will definitely become a monster because of his mental loss, so he has no choice.

Immediately afterwards, Su Changxing rushed to the frontal battlefield non-stop with a flower umbrella, guessing that Zhou An was about to be overwhelmed. Not only Zhou An, but the entire frontal battlefield of Seventeen showed a collapsed situation.

Lin Xiuyu also caused a death curse on the western battlefield on the upper mountain line. The monstrous blood energy can be seen from a long distance, mixed with black mist like a colorful cloud.

Going on like this will probably hurt both sides, no one can please, and it is also a situation that no one wants to see.

In the final analysis, they are all human beings, and they even have the same goal, but they have different wills and different paths, so conflicts arise.

Such conflicts are also unavoidable, just like wars of all sizes in human history, where there are human beings there will be wars, and where there are life there will be struggles.

This is probably the essence of life.

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The blood infected the ground, and fresh corpses piled up on the ground one after another, forming large and small piles of corpses.

Zhou An stood in the middle of these piles of corpses, with his back straight, his tattered coat fluttering in the wind, glanced sideways at the old man's corpse hanging on the flagpole from the corner of his head, then laughed wildly, and shouted to the front:

"How could you ever be my opponent! It's just a bunch of mediocre people who have escaped and come back. There is no place for you here."

Standing in front of Zhou An were sixteen people in black uniforms. They all held a blue-black long sword in their hands. Among them were old and young, male and female, but their auras were very similar. To feel, will be mistaken for the same person.

They are the sharpest swords in the church. Tianmai's sixteen swordsmen use sixteen different but similar domains to form an eight-way wind and rain sword array.

The extraordinary system has developed to a mature stage, and has been able to cultivate a fixed field in a fixed way.

The eight-direction wind and rain sword formation has a very long history. It came from the Mo sages of the ancient times. Originally, only those in the beginning sage realm could use it.

However, after continuous improvement by later generations, it is now possible to use sixteen cultivators in the realm of gods with the cooperation of domains. The power is extremely powerful, and it is not impossible to kill the saint.

In the black mist, sword blades danced all over the sky, interweaving continuously in a regular pattern, forming an imposing oppression, suppressing this demon head to death.

The eight-direction wind and rain sword array is majestic, and it is even more powerful when the sixteen people perform it together.

This was specially prepared for Zhou An, the devil, and he must be killed. As long as Zhou An is killed, Shi Qi will probably be defeated.

Facing the sky full of sword blades, Zhou An only had a sword and a copper-yellow flying knife, all of which were mottled with rust and looked decayed.

"Devil, die! You will not be able to escape today. It is your honor to die under the wind and rain sword formation that our senior brothers used."

The leading middle-aged man said calmly to Zhou An.

If Zhenlun fought alone, each of them would not be Zhou An's opponent, but today Zhou An would definitely die under the wind and rain sword array.

Not far away, an elderly man with a hunched white beard looked at this scene with a smile:

"This devil surnamed Zhou is indeed a unique genius in the way of swordsmanship. He has come to this point in such a short period of time. It's a pity. If he didn't go the wrong way, he could be spared."

The young man in Tsing Yi next to him asked puzzledly, "Why is this? Isn't he the devil?"

The old man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just a title, ordinary people are not qualified to be called devils, they have to kill people, and ordinary people can't kill so many people."

While speaking, the young man looked down at the talisman paper in his hand, and his expression changed drastically: "Master, in the eastern battlefield, Tao Yunzhi, Tao Baibai, Huijia and others are all wiped out!"

"They seem to have new helpers entering the battlefield, most likely the previous leader of Seventeen."

Hearing this news, the expression of the white-bearded old man did not change much, because he knew that nothing could change the situation today, it was nothing more than a different process.

"It's okay, let him come, I want to see what kind of character it is." The white-bearded old man said vaguely, continuing to stare at the flying sword blades, as if admiring them.

The young man pondered for a while, and asked seriously: "Aren't you going to stop him? According to the news from the State Council, this person's strength should not be inferior to that of the devil, and I'm afraid there will be quite a lot of trouble."

The way of heaven in this world finally made them feel constrained, so they had to arrange it carefully.

The old man with white beard still smiled and said: "If he doesn't come, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I will give him a high regard then."

Although the young man was guilty in his heart, he didn't dare to make the slightest rebuttal, and nodded to show that he understood.

Facing the majestic formation of wind and rain swords from all directions, Zhou An didn't have the slightest fear. He controlled the flying sword and slashed out with each sword, each one was very serious, and the power of each sword was greater than that of a sword.

"What kind of **** sword formation, let's talk about it if you can't beat it!"

He roared, and the sword in his hand was drawn faster, seemingly launching an attack without thinking, but he was actually feeling the sword array of wind and rain in all directions.

He also knew that if he couldn't find the loopholes in this sword array, he would definitely die today!

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