"Kill!"

Dao Twelve directly pulled out the big knife. Xie Xie licked the blood at the tip of the knife, smiled coldly, and the next second, he also killed him directly.

The beating of a crotch, and the beating of a crotch will naturally be full of a crotch.

With the death of his three leaders, his subordinates rushed out even though they had suffered heavy casualties.

Although it seems to be hitting a stone with an egg, when morale is rising, isn’t it just a knife stabbing an elephant?!

A team of thousands of people charges once, fails once, and loses 100 people.

The charge was again, and the failure was again, and the number of people was reduced again.

However, just like the leader Dao Shier and Mo Yang are desperate, this team is desperate.

If you fail once, then the next time.

If you fail next time, then next time.

After six consecutive charges, there were less than three hundred people left behind Dao Shier and Mo Yang.

This is a trump card, the most elite unit in the Mysterious People Alliance.

But facing the siege of the crowd, it is still difficult to resist.

However, the other party was obviously not much better. The thick wall of crowds was now washed out of a huge concave shape.

It stopped, and many battles stopped, and they all looked at this side.

The elite soldiers who were in the charge range also slowly lowered their swords.

Everyone is afraid of fierce things, but everyone is even more afraid of death.

No one wants to be the target of the next charge, because the enemy will die, and he will die too.

Some people were trembling, while others were worried, but they were all so consistent that no one blocked the concave gaps.

Even the person who was at the tail of the concave gap had begun to slowly retreat.

"Then these guys... the hell, what good did Han Sanqian give them, worth their life?" Ye Shijun was obviously shocked by such a dead man's spirit, and frowned incomprehensible.

It is naturally difficult for stakeholders like him to understand the cohesion and bloodiness of a team, and they cannot understand something called emotion.

People are born great because of affection and because of affection, they become more explosive and more terrifying.

Futian also clenched his teeth. He hated, hated the unfairness of the heavens, hated why Cangtian gave him such an elite army. If these troops gave them, Han Sanqian would have died many times.

"Isn't it possible for them to die?" Futian said coldly in a cold voice.

"Send people to reinforce, and they want to die heroically, so let them be more heroic." Ye Shijun laughed coldly.

"Hehe, OK, I'll make arrangements now."

After saying that, Futian turned his eyes and waved his hand. Several senior officials of the Fu family immediately took the lead and led a group of disciples of the Fu family to hurry over.

With reinforcements, the soldiers on the concave side finally felt a little more at ease, and then they lifted the knife again.

"I want to be a ghost under the sword, so I can do it for you." The Fu family raised his sword and shouted angrily: "It's just a group of dying people, why are the generals afraid of?"

"All the generals obey orders and kill them with me."

After the words came, the soldier was the first to take the gun and then went first.

With the general leader, a group of soldiers regained their morale and then rushed forward with him.

In the air, Mo Beitian's final burning was also coming to an end. With a desperate force, he could show off for a while, but it was absolutely impossible to drag it for a long time. With the Black Mountain Demon and the White-Faced Jade Demon exerting their strength at the same time, it was obvious that Mo Beitian's ending was also in front of him.

On the ground, Dao Shier and Mo Yang also fell down under the charge of the Fu family general, and the three hundred soldiers behind him also fell down one by one under the enemy's encirclement...

The blood dyed the earth red and seemed to mark the sky red at this time.
Chapter completed!