Chapter 59 Flying Flower Seal • Magic Bull

The bursting white light illuminated the black sky like the day. The proud players hidden in the woods on both sides also rushed out at the moment when the white light lit up. After cutting their heads on both sides, magic and arrow rain greeted each other before the two teams really touched each other.

"Fire magicians, burn the whole forest and burn them to death..." Magic Bull, the vice president of the Indian player Feihua Printing Association, looked at the continuous fall of players around him. The colder and colder eyes were enough to freeze people and shouted at the team. His right hand pointed to the lush forest on both sides and quickly made a decision.

In addition to the output damage between creatures, the power of nature can also cause casualties among players. For the whole forest that has been ignited by the fireball skill, the flames that are burning more and more, the crackling sound, mixed with the player's screams and roar, resounds through the whole forest.

Considering the natural cover of the forest, it ignores the end of burning the whole army. The arrows shot have become scarce under the fiery red sky. The rapid change of position and the changes between the front and back are all because of the forest.

"Young master, the fire is about to burn... I didn't expect that Indian players would make such a vicious move, ignoring the environment of our territory. Taking this opportunity, a large number of Indian players left in the Valley of Death will definitely emerge. At that time, if they continue to intercept, I'm afraid there will be no expected effect.

"The soldiers are not tired of cheating. This step is our failure. All of them retreat 100 meters, set up a vacuum belt, and slow down the impact..." As the young master of the Guo family, who is one of the four major families, how can Cangqiongba not have a brush or two brushes? Now that he fights out, it is undoubtedly not a way to die for the proud world. At this time, only temporarily avoiding the fire is the best choice.

"Boom..."

Big trees were cut down one by one, and the artificial vacuum belt was quickly formed. Following the order of the sky, bursts of magic sounded in the player's mouth. With the sound of raindrops, the pouring rain began to tilt down from the sky. The current plan is that only by extinguishing the fire in front of you can you chase out the jungle.

"Boom..." However, while the proud players were watching the fire in front of them and waiting boredly, there was a sudden bang outside the woods, followed by the sound of fighting. The battlefield, which had stopped for a moment, became hot again.

"What's going on outside? Send someone to have a look." Hearing the angry sound of fighting outside, the arrogant players with low morale cheered up again. This is the Chinese mainland, and there is a sound of fighting outside. You don't have to think about it, you can understand that another wave of Chinese players has arrived here.

"A scout with bird pets, go and see what's going on outside." Although the magician attracted the rain, he wanted to extinguish the fire in front of him for a while, but he had to wait for some time. In each fair, there were assassin players with bird pets. At this time, he could not cross the woods or dig a tunnel under the ground. The space door opened around the player and jumped to a variety of flying. On the back of the avian warcraft, it flew to the outside where the fire spread.

"Puff... Puff... Ah!!!"

A warcraft that looks like a fat pig, but has a pair of wings, carrying the assassin player on its back. When it is shaking, when many proud players sweat for it, finally because it can't bear the weight on its back, in the exclamation of the assassin player, the flying pig fell into the fire pit, and the pig and the people , and was swallowed up by the sea of fire.

It will end, of course, it's terrible...

There is not much contact between the bird Warcraft and the player. On this basis, it is even more difficult to turn it into its own pet. The accident of the flying pig falling into the fire pit may be just one of the coincidences, but it is also true, which can better reflect the chaos of the bird pet and the uneven strength.

"Report: The number of players in the Temple of War in front is about 30,000. At this time, they are fighting with Indian players, led by the God of War.

"It turned out to be the Temple of War. They are in Kirin City. Why did they come here..."

"Brother, isn't this just right? There is a temple of war outside blocking us. When the fire goes out, when I break out, I will kill those damn Indian birds completely, haha..."

"The young master is right. If there is no Temple of War, I'm afraid that when we rush there, we will also enter the trap of Indian players. At this time, with the Temple of War, we will definitely annihilate Indian players in one fell swoop." For the frivolity of Cangqiong·Yigu, Qiangu rarely nodded with approval and nodded to the Cangqiong·Xiangxiong.

"According to what you said, do I still want to thank them? Humph... This war belongs to our proud world. How can we tolerate him to touch... Magic Troupe, speed up, let's rush out..." Cangqiong Xiongba's face changed, and he was not happy because of the news of the reinforcement of the Temple of War.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

"Brothers of the Temple of War, raise the weapons in your hands, and let these foreign people who have the evil intentions to invade our land be buried here forever and kill..." The god of war, located in the center of the team, pulled out his long sword and shouted at the fighting team in front of him.

"Kill..."

The horn of the Temple of War hit again. The knights in the second team were all ready. The scattered teams in front of them were separated. With the deafening shouting, the knight gun leaned forward 45 degrees, and the roaring sound of running soon shocked the team where the Indian players were, one by one knight shields. The bandang re-pierced the ground, and many arrows radiating from among the players shuttled each other in the two teams.

"Drink..." The knight rushed up in front of the gun and passed through the gap between the shields. The bright edge directly penetrated into the opponent's body. The players on it were splashed with blood. The white shield underneath was quickly stained with bright red. The arrows shuttled without eyes. Before picking up the highest point, the three arrows shot in less than a second. On the knight player's chest and waist and abdomen, the white light lit up, leaving only a cold body.

"Magic Group, Second Turn Magic • Flame Ball." Qiu Yue, who came with the god of war, stood in the front of the magician's army. The second wave of shocks in front of him had fought together without any hesitation. The magic danced on the staff. The more you see the fiery red elemental halo, formed around the staff, and the white skin under the moonlight, at this time, the height of the red fire element. After warm baking, there was a blush on his cheeks.

On the other side, after about ten minutes of attracting the rain and fighting the fire, the proud players finally got rid of the troubles caused by the fire. The two teams received the news of the war from Cangqiongba almost at the same time. Just when the attention of Indian players was diverted due to the participation of the Temple of War, another shouting from The intersection of the Valley of Death sounded.

The team was blocked by the Temple of War before. At this time, there was an impact of proud players in the center of the team. Some of them didn't understand what it meant, but the frightened words in their hearts sounded from the mouths of Indian players, which made the proud players who were angry and had nowhere to let go. He screamed with excitement and killed them one by one.

"Boom..."

The red and yellow light crossed the sky, and then in less than three seconds, the flaming balls that fell into the player's team burst one after another. Red damage values emerged from the player's body. With the arrows shot indiscriminately in the sky, some residual blood players died in place before they could add blood. .

"Is this the strength of Chinese players? Haha... It's vulnerable." On the front line of the battle between the two sides, the warrior players in blue armor are particularly prominent. It is not because of the other party's disdainful faint smile. Within one meter, there is a vacuum zone. The cold body on the ground and the flesh and blood cut have filled the air here with the blood of the nose. The player who rushed to play against him fell into his hands in less than ten rounds.

"Hmm... My name is Mao, and I don't want to see what the place is. When the young master cuts you, I will let you learn to bark here..."

"Ah..." However, less than five seconds after the knight player rushed up, the opponent's warrior found the right time. The bright red knife waved heavily at the knight player's right arm. With the screams in the knight player's mouth, with the knight's gun in his hand, his right arm floated to the crowd, and the fountain-like blood spewed out of his broken arm.

"Quick... Kill him, kill him..." The knight player's body retreated, his left hand firmly pinched the bleeding arm, and a painful look appeared on his face. He looked at the warrior's eyes and was so angry that he wanted to spit out fire.

"Hmm... Arrogant, if you lose, you want to go..." The warrior's eyes narrowed slightly, and his feet suddenly accelerated his movements. When he was one meter in front of the knight player, a tiger jumped up, held the knife handle in both hands, and waved to the knight player's head with the momentum of chopping thunder.

"Ding..."

Sparks burst, halfway through the journey of his sword, half a meter long from the top of the knight's head, a figure also jumped up from the back of the broken-armed knight, and his long sword was raised against the sword.

One point away, two eyes look at each other...

"The President of the Chinese War Zone • God of War • Immortal."

"Indian Theater • Feihuayin Vice President Magic Bull." Seeing that the other party reported his name, hesitantly, the warrior player also reported his name in astringent Chinese, but the madness and disdain on his face did not weaken at all.

"How can you speak Chinese? Haha... Then you're welcome." He waved his right hand to the back, and soon the knight player with a broken arm was hugged and retreated by several people. Although he was a little unhappy with the expression of the Indian player and his gunpowder was extremely strong, at this time, only by defeating the opponent in strength can he earn face back.

"I hope you won't let me down... Otherwise, we have no desire to occupy the territory of China.

"Hmm... Don't talk nonsense."