A huge hole was torn into pieces by a defense line composed of nearly 70,000 people, and as the elite 1,000-man team advanced, it became bigger and bigger.

Witnessing the incredible destruction of the 5,000 forward team, no one can raise their fighting spirit to block the gap.

The gap in strength is too big, and some people are unwilling to think about having a passionate life, but they understand in their hearts that fighting hard is just a unnecessary sacrifice. At most, it is to gain a level of experience and give it a piece of equipment, which is meaningless.

The instant fall from heaven to hell, the huge psychological gap even made many people secretly hate this not reality, secretly hate this damn game attack setting.

In virtual online games, players' positions cannot overlap, and the range of the hunter with the farthest attack range is only forty yards. This damn setting allows them to invest more than 5,000 troops at one time. The remaining people can only wait for the players ahead to fall if they want to attack effectively, but at this time they really lack the courage to continue.

Because it was useless! They could not stop the sharpness of this group of thousands of people, and they were still facing one-sided massacre when they rushed forward.

Let them clearly realize that this cruel fact is the other party’s fear of defense.

Ye Feng, Luo Yunmeng! He couldn't even break the defense against Ba Wang and Yu Ji. Occasionally, he was lucky and made a continuous critical strike and killed more than a thousand points of their health. Ye Ningxue behind him, Di Qing'er immediately brushed a holy light and immediately became full of blood again.

As for killing and healing, the mages and other tactics were simply unable to be used. The silent lion and Pojun Wu Yue and other top tanks pulled out from time to time. Although they could not be called water and could not be poured in, they were not far away. Besides, without command and morale, they could not even organize effective cluster shooting. The chaotic shooting of the hunter archers really could not cause any effective killing.

The sneak attacks of the thieves have failed repeatedly. They often get killed by the sad curry and the illuminated arrows shot by Ji Xiaoxi's hunters, and then they are killed by the heroic spirit, such as melee chopping melons and vegetables.

...

Defeated like a mountain!

The five thousand vanguard regiment was wiped out, and the two thousand-man regiments that the rear team rushed up to intercept were instantly washed away.

The mythical coalition's fighting spirit was completely eliminated, and the entire fan-shaped encirclement line was completely broken. More than 60,000 people turned around and fled in all directions, and all the people were defeated. Some people even took out the scroll to return to the city and read it back to the city.

Among the defeated army that retreated like a flood, there was only a thousand people united in a battle, like a huge rock bulging in the stormy waves, unmoving!

Mythical Elite Eighth Group!

In the tide of defeated troops, such a team seemed particularly eye-catching.

The massacre continued, nearly a hundred people were killed almost every second. The battle boots stepped on the plasma-like ground, and Ye Feng's indifferent eyes swept over.

He knew that these persistent myth elites were telling him with their actions that myths also had glory.

For glory, they can also be fearless in the face of invincible strong enemies. Although the basis for their glory is the rich guild benefits and the halo of the first guild in China that can be used to show off.

Of course, there are also the strict military management methods of Indra Shitian and Qin Shiming Mingyue. If they retreat without fighting, they will face the anger of the entire myth management.

Such glory is worthless in Ye Feng's eyes. In fact, from the moment the Qin brothers and sisters used money to control the myth and Indra was abandoned by Emperor Shitian for his position of benefit, the so-called glory of the myth is no longer glory.

Money is paramount and use any means for profit. This is the consensus of the core guild forces composed of the elites of the Mythical Guild.

It is undeniable that they have also been passionate and brilliant, but from the time when they saw Tang Weiwei, who laid the foundation for the rise of myth with his own eyes, and chose to remain indifferent to the fact that they no longer deserved to talk about glory!

Ye Feng dragged the blood-stained Haibolong spear and walked over step by step without any haste. Next to him was Luo Yunmeng holding the Fantasy Moon Dragon-killing Spear.

Ten yards apart, Ye Feng stopped, looked at Ye Xiao, the leader of the 8th Mythical Elite Regiment with sharp eyes, and said lightly: "Glory, do you understand?"

Ye Xiao was stunned. The death-like gaze almost made him dare not look at each other, and he groaned but did not answer.

"Myths have no glory!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he handed over the spear and changed it to a thorn. The purple electric dragon roared and pounced on the two rows of heavy armor of the Elite Eighth Group.

-23000!

-21600!

Critical strike-44400!

...

No one can withstand the power of his attack. At this moment, Ye Feng was indeed an existence that influenced balance. He was holding the level 95-level Wuhai Bolong Spear and was the peerless God of War.

The one who stands invincible is invincible!

Ye Feng is like this, and Luo Yunmeng is like this!

The thrust suddenly opened the way, and the dark night thief Ye Owl was shot away with one shot. Then, the dazzling ice lotus spinning sword bloomed like a lotus in the crowd. The silver sword light with bone-breaking cold air flew and angrily opened. Clusters of blood flowers were frozen into blood crystals before they could splash. The ice sword disappeared, and only the corpse was left in the ten yards around him.

Without a god-level expert, no matter how many first-line elites are, they are still vulnerable.

Then, the heroic and genius will lead the team to you. The Sky Dragon Warrior shouted loudly and blasted out the ultimate career move [Holy Dragon Breaking the Sky]. The wolf teeth mace in his hand strangely turned into a giant light sword more than 40 meters long, and slashed in the air with the extremely dazzling golden light like a powerful force pressing down on Mount Tai.

Boom!

The white light intertwined into pieces, the surface of the ground trembled and collapsed, and a huge crack was torn out by the lightsaber, cutting the battle formation of the Elite Eighth Regiment into two halves.

"Who is this group of people..."

The elites finally became desperate and had not yet awakened from the shock, and magical lights were covered again.

Blizzard, Red Fire Sea, Magic Explosion Technique, Thunder Array...

In two minutes, the last soldier was cut into white light by Danmo Ranqiusi, and the massacre was declared over.

"We died twenty-seven people, and the other party died at least 12,000!" Long Ao Jiutian reported the results of the battle. He desperately suppressed his inner excitement. This battle will surely be recorded in eternal history because it is brilliant enough!

"Resurrect the dead brothers, and everyone will be on the horse and go to Tiandu Plain!"

...

"Boss, they broke through!"

Indra felt the frustration in the Baibu Feijian's tone and frowned.

"Seventy thousand people can't stop just one thousand two hundred?" Qin Shimingyue said angrily.

"It was my mistake! I didn't calm down and was agitated by Tuoba Xie. I ended up fighting with him one-on-one and was killed by him before the war started. I am willing to take responsibility..." Baibu Feijian said with gritted teeth.

"Where are you...unharmed? Where are the ghost evil spirits? Are they all dead?"

"We were all killed by Tuoba Xie, even half of the city of smoke and sand. In less than ten seconds, we had no time to react..."

"Wait, what you mean is Tuoba Xie 1v4. It took less than ten seconds to kill you instantly?" Di Shitian asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!" No matter how unwilling Baibu Feijian was, he could not deny the shameful fact. He wanted to tell the two bosses that everything was because of Tuoba Xie's unknown spear and those powerful professional skills, but if he failed, he would lose. No matter how many reasons and excuses he had, he could not cover up the fact of failure.

"Impossible! How many days have passed since the championship ended? How could his strength be improved to this level?" Qin Shimingyue roared loudly.

"Brother!" Indra Shitian said secretly, reminding Qin Shimingyue to maintain his demeanor. He knew very well that the Dragon God, who had never failed, was defeated by Ye Feng one after another, and he could no longer control his anger.

"Flying Sword, send me the video!"

Three seconds later, the four masters were killed instantly, and the tragic scene of the defeated army of 70,000 Mythological Alliance was killed again in front of the eyes of Indra Shitian and Qin Shimingyue...

"Is this a breakthrough?" Qin Shimingyue laughed furiously. He didn't care at all if he died. What he cared about was Ye Feng once again made glory with his face of mythology.

"Forget it! It's not that Fei Jian, we underestimated the strength of these core masters under Tuoba Xie's hand. Even if Fei Jian is in charge of command, they can't stop them. The best result is at most, killing some of them more and delaying for a while, and they will eventually rush out." Di Shitian pondered, "Tuoba Xie's hand may be silver martial arts!"

"This doesn't matter! What's important is that they must be wiped out, otherwise the myth will become a laughing stock!"

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it!"
Chapter completed!