After closing the rankings, Ye Feng shouted in the team: "Start, the East City Gate meets within five minutes, be careful not to be targeted by the tail."

Five minutes later, everyone arrived at the convergence point from all directions. The reason for dispersing the action was to not allow the three major guild alliances to detect the location where they converged, in case they gathered at the Dongcheng Gate in advance. Yunmengze has only eleven people now. If they are really beaten by thousands of people, no one except for the fast movement speed and the first-class stealth technology, Lan Yumian, can escape.

Ye Feng glanced around and distributed the purchased potion from his backpack, focusing on reminding Ji Xiaoxi. When he saw the enemy pouring a bottle of the potion into each potion.

After the distribution was completed, Ye Feng looked at the dozen famous players who were pouring out from the intersections of various streets and said, "Let's go, speed up, don't give them time to help."

The players following behind everyone were wearing guild badges on their chests, and even their IDs were highlighted, and they were magnificently pressed on their heads, for fear that others would not know that they were the strength of the three major guilds.

Lan Yumian looked back with some contempt, his figure faded, disappeared on the spot and entered a stealth state.

Shi Shang Buzui walked up to Ye Feng, took out a bundle of flying knives with cold light and handed them to Ye Feng, "I heard from Brother Fei that you are good at playing with the knife, can you play with the flying knives?"

"Flying Knife? There is this thing in the game? What's the matter?" Ye Feng took the flying Knife and took it over and took a look. He had a special liking for flying Knife. Ye Feng is a very passionate person in his bones, and his preference for cold weapons is far greater than that for hot weapons.

[Fine Iron Flying Knife]: Throwing weapon, quality: silver. Attack 75-80, quantity: 60, throwing requires 50 agility.

"Mo Zhonglong opened a silver treasure chest and got it."

While speaking, everyone had already left the city. A thousand yards ahead was a level set up by the Locke Town Guards to defend against monster siege. If you want to enter the monster-sweeping map, you must pass through the level. If nothing unexpected happens, the ambush locations of the three major guilds are set around the level. Because after passing the level for five minutes, it will be a plain with open terrain. It is impossible for a team of hundreds of people to surround the Yunmengze mercenaries on the plain.

As Ye Feng expected, as soon as he arrived at the level, more than 200 players surrounded him in a fan-shaped queue, with melee battles in front, hunter druids in the middle, and mage healing behind, and there were no thieves in the team.

At this time, Lan Yumian's slightly hoarse voice rang in the team chat: "According to my observation, their number is about 60 thieves, and the total number is about 300."

"Be careful, the battle begins to appear again, try to steal the opponent's priest, beware of stealing thieves."

To be precise, such a battle cannot be considered an ambush, but a face-to-face rush between two teams, because the only way to get out of the city is blocked. If you want to find a map to sweep monsters, you must pass the blockade line set by the three major guilds in four levels.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and they stood at a distance of fifty yards. A faint murderous aura spread in the air. Ye Feng's eyes gradually became cold, and there was a hint of throbbing in his heart. This feeling was like a battlefield filled with the smell of Xiaoshou in reality, which made Ye Feng intoxicated by it.

Players who entered and exited the level in groups of three or three were attracted by the players who were very different in numbers of the two teams, and they all stopped and watched from afar.

"Yunmengze Mercenary Group! It's true that there's a bit of courage!" A fire mage named Fire Cloud Evil God walked out, with the badge of the Emperor Guild on his chest, squinted his eyes and smiled very much, "Since everyone knows each other's identities, why bother sneaking in a cloak to pretend to be a god? I have been admiring Garulo, who is famous all over the world for a long time. I wonder if I have the honor to see my beauty?"

Brother Fei observed and said, "This guy is a master. He has made an announcement before! The mysterious method named Skinny Monkey is here, so be careful!"

Ye Feng smiled contemptuously: "To be honest, you really don't have this honor. I'm afraid of blinding your dog's eyes!"

Then Ye Feng shouted: "Drink potion! Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light shield and a green thorn shield fell on Ye Feng and Po Jun Wu Yue respectively. Ye Feng and Po Jun activated at the same time, and rushed towards the Fire Cloud Evil God separately.

"Attack!" The warrior rushed forward with the order of the evil god of Fire Cloud. The priest behind him chanted loudly, and the fireball ice bomb arcs were flying all over the sky, and they drew arcs to Ye Feng and the others.

Po Jun Wu Yue raised his shield and shook it. The Shield of the Bull King pulled out a shield shadow out of thin air, and then his shoulders shrank and thrust. The entire arcane missile that flew to the first was all bounced back by the shield. Unfortunately, Po Jun Wu Yue was just getting started with his understanding of the wall of the sky. If it were Ye Yu Liufeng, he could accurately reflect the spell attack on the casting player.

At this moment, a ding dong sounded—

"Ding..., the members of your team are attacked by members of the Fire Cloud Evil God team. You can implement self-defense on them. The self-defense time is 15 minutes. Kill the opponent's team members within 15 minutes and you will not get the evil value."

"Extreme Ice Rain!" Ye Feng just shouted, and ice hockey pucks exploded around him. Around Ye Feng, the more than 20 knight warriors around Wu Yue all fell into the attack range of Extreme Ice Rain. A large area of ​​-150 damage floated up and the blood volume dropped.

Ye Feng's heart moved, without singing, and the casting time of the 3-second Rain of Extreme Ice was also compressed to 2.4 seconds.

The Fire Cloud Evil God was anxious, "How could there be such a high damage magic! Pastor healing! Mage hunter's high damage skills!"

A piece of white light fell, and the healing magic of fifty or sixty points kept flashing on the heads of the three guilds' melee battles. Because it was a huge siege of many people, the three guild alliances were not many healing professions, only thirty, and their equipment was much worse than Xia Yumo, and the healing effect was only half that of Xia Yumo.

Tang Weiwei's damage of the Ice Rain of Ice is 150 points every two seconds. With their pitiful healing amount, they could not hold back the falling blood volume. The melee players took out low levels in the ice fog and instantly poured them back. At this time, the two shield shadows that Po Jun Wu Yue had continuously supported were also broken, and dense magic attacks and arrows flashing with various lights shot on Ye Feng and the others.

It is impossible to avoid all the coverage attacks with such a high density. Ye Feng is outrageously high in both physical and magic defenses. In addition, he drank various magic resistance agents and suffered more than a dozen attacks. Po Jun Wu Yue was in trouble. Xia Yumo and Shi Shang Bu Zui's healing techniques kept brushing him, and his blood volume was always jumping up and down at 50%.

Ye Feng poured a bottle and returned instantly. With a swing of the Soul-Binding Battle Axe, he swung it, -298, -270, critical hit -628, -321, and a sweep. Four melee battles of less than half a blood were killed in seconds, and Ye Feng's loss of blood also instantly filled.

Brother Fei, several long-range melee attacks, and the melee that was destroyed by the extreme ice rain was almost killed. In less than ten seconds, only five of them were left with more than twenty melee attacks, and they were still slowly attacking with ice armor.

The face of the evil god Huoyun turned extremely ugly. When he saw Ye Feng slaughtering the 30-member team of Fenghuo Liancheng, he was a little dissatisfied. Unexpectedly, the scene was not much stronger after changing to 300 people. In a hurry, he hurriedly ordered the sneaking thieves to attack.

Ye Feng's eyes swept away the weeds that were falling against the ground, and a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His figure swung through the struggling melee battles. A purple light suddenly burst out in the middle of his forehead. The purple light was like a purple fan in an instant, covering the fifteen yards ahead of Ye Feng, and the figures of thieves appeared one by one.
Chapter completed!