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Chapter 818

"The blood stained in the city gate can also be heartwarming. Who said that heroic souls are not as good as spring breeze..."

Step 7.

Chu Yu's face was as pale as paper, he coughed twice, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

With the seventh step out, the pressure on the city gate suddenly eased.

The seven-awakened heroic souls were fighting in this city like gods of war, slaughtering the monsters.

The most important thing is that there are never any high-level monsters in the demon world, just as if the ones in front of them were sent to them for killing.

High-level monsters floated in the air, just watching from a distance.

"How long can you last in this state?"

A demon king sneered and sarcastically.

Chu Yu just raised his head weakly and looked at it, his figure shaking in the air.

The blood in these dead monsters kept flowing along the formation patterns, gathering, and purifying energy and feeding back to the heroic soul.

But even so, it is still not enough.

If this continues, if there is no energy, these heroic souls will eventually remain silent and dissipate again.

Although they no longer had their minds, they still maintained their combat instincts and were killing wildly among the beasts.

But the beasts ignored them and only stared at the living people to kill and bite them.

It is completely a loss of 10,000 yuan and an injury to the enemy.

This seemingly stupid and stupidest method makes the senior executives frown.

Abandoning all external factors and returning to the original battlefield makes them feel a little powerless.

You cannot find a breakthrough from the side, nor can you take advantage of the force to attack, you can only fight.

Try hard, bleed.

A strong man from the Demon Elimination Pavilion rushed out of the demon group, flew into the air, and shouted loudly.

"Destroy the demon!"

As the sound fell, some monsters in the group of beasts became confused, their headaches broke out, and their condition was very strange.

Soon, they gradually became crazy, as if they had lost their minds, and began an indiscriminate attack on the other monsters beside them!

And it's the kind of completely desperate fight.

He rushed over, even if he died, he would bit off a piece of meat from the monsters.

"Hehe, what the old man left is easy to use."

"Some of the monsters we have caught over the years have quietly added some materials to them and sent them back to the demon realm."

"It's really a good thing to use."

Seeing the beasts falling into chaos, the strong man grinned and giggled.

But the riot only occurred for about three minutes and then calmed down, but it also gave the human soldiers some chance to breathe.

"Atai!"

In the battlefield in the distance, Zhao Zicheng shouted violently.

At this time, several wounds had appeared on Zhao Zicheng's body, especially on his chest, which were even deeper and more visible to the bones.

But Zhao Zicheng seemed to be unaware of it.

"I'm here!"

The crazy Atai is no less than a monster. His voice is like thunder, his shirt is broken and covered in blood, and he can no longer tell which ones are the enemy and which ones are his own.

He kept running, and finally jumped up suddenly, grabbed a blue bird in the air, dragged it to the ground, tore it apart, and stood in front of Zhao Zicheng.

After completing the alternation, Zhao Zicheng stepped back with a sigh of relief.

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned against the corner and looked pale, and a piercing wound appeared on her chest.

Her forehead was hot at this moment, and sweat kept dripping.

The big white hair was stained with blood, but she was guarding Xiaoxiao with vigilance.

"Is that OK?"

The sandbag appeared and slammed heavily on a cheetah who wanted to attack, lifting it out.

The moment he flew out, several heroic souls flashed and wiped them out.

Having only had time to take a brief look at Lin Xiaoxiao's injuries, Zhao Zicheng turned around, observed the surroundings, and asked.

"I can't die...ahem..."

Lin Xiaoxiao coughed twice, took out a pill from her pocket embroidered on her clothes and swallowed it, slowly closed her eyes, and completely handed over his life to Zhao Zicheng.

"That's good."

"My dear and Sun Wen bet that the first one to eat... is not your seat!"

"You're dead, I'm losing money!"

"Atai, please take Mu Yu!"

He shouted again, Zhao Zicheng's expression was solemn, and the scars on his cheeks seemed a little hideous at this time, as if they were squirming on his face.

The sandbag became particularly huge. He took a step back, hurried in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, leaned against the wall with her, and blocked her, himself, Dabai, with the sandbag.

From time to time, monsters attacked and thumped on the sandbags.

The sandbag almost dissipated several times, but it finally stood firm.

Perhaps the only thing that is fortunate is that according to the principle of attrition in the Demon Realm, no advanced monsters have reached the level so far.

This also leads to a little more room for their performance.

"Soul-breaking!"

Mu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes!

The tombstone in front of him trembled violently!

Black gas suddenly spread out!

All the monsters within a radius of 100 meters were strangely stopped in place, maintaining their previous posture, and the next second, their bodies fell on the ground as if they were neatly cut.

"Oh..."

"My fifth skill..."

"But...group...sick..."

Mu Yu's cold face barely outlined a smile, but at the moment when the words were over, he weakly closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"What a fuck...dick!"

After the pressure was exhausted, Zhao Zicheng was stunned for a moment, and his head came out from behind the sandbag. He couldn't help but praise him after seeing this scene!

This safe area of ​​only 100 meters is shrinking rapidly, and more monsters are constantly being filled.

But with some gaps, the heroic souls instantly scattered, killing to the periphery, trying to expand this safe zone!

On the battlefield, two or three seconds is enough to do a lot of things.

Or Mu Yu's attack rewritten the situation on a small battlefield.

If one day Mu Yu Bajue will write on the tombstone...

The picture may be even more terrifying.
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