Time passes little by little...

There are seventeen minutes left before the end of the battlefield at exactly 10 o'clock in the evening.

The frontal battlefield was no longer able to fight. After experiencing the ups and downs of your return and back several times, the players of Chen Bin and his friends were so tired that they just wanted to hide in the safe area and not come out.

And the players in the enemy camp have even sluggish morale.

There are only a few players from the big guild, and they are still persevering on the front battlefield.

The meritorious values ​​of both sides are still on the gap of 10,000, and are constantly up and down.

However, the total merits of both sides are rising at an increasingly rapid pace!

"Continue, at this speed, at least the first place in personal merit is stable!" Nie Yan looked at the red letters of merit 10 and merit 10 that kept appearing on Li Chen's head, and left the keyboard with both hands and leaned on the chair.

The entire Zhange team gave Li Chen a sword to make achievements, and the advantage was that he could make quick results. The professional level of the sword, and the professional level of the main force did not finish the output, and the cooperation could almost be said to be perfect.

Moreover, the undercover agents sent to them to kill and there was no resistance at all.

There is only one problem, the system of decreasing merits on the battlefield...

Therefore, the more you come to kill the same group of players, the slower you will be in the future.

The last fifteen minutes...

Players from the Jin army camp began to celebrate their victory in advance.

"I won! The blood of the camp coach is full!"

"Has it been filled up? Lalala, we won, we won..."

"Come on, professional players, let's push the coach again. There's not enough time!"

The death of the camp commander will add 10,000 points of camp merit to the enemy, but until now, it doesn’t matter. The merit value of both sides has exceeded the 10,000 points mark and reached 11,600 points. The camp commander can no longer make trouble.

On the battlefield, there were only three figures who remained alive and kept killing people.

At midnight, the beauties outside the world, dismantle the mecha with bare hands!

The fierce battle of nearly two hours did not shake the operations of Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang, and their operations were still as stable as the first minute of the war.

The two people had intertwined their firepower and kept their echoing movements at all times...

The sharp single bursts cooperate with large-scale group attacks. Wherever the two of them pass, the end of the crisp profession.

The strongest No. 2 position in the Sword Battle professional circle! Two!

Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang entered the chaotic battlefield and rushed into the enemy who had no fighting spirit, just like a dazzling lion on the Serengeti grassland, facing the endless flock of sheep.

Pingbu Qingyun, who was still standing on the front battlefield, took a breath and quickly sent the news to Nie Yan: "Zero and Tianwai Guests will make merits on the battlefield!"

"Two people share their merits, it is impossible to be faster than if we concentrate all the merits on one person!" Nie Yan replied calmly.

"But... let them continue to clean up like this?"

"I know, you want to say that I should come to the battlefield like them, to fight for people's heads." Nie Yan said, "But our situation is different. The overall situation on the battlefield has been determined. They have advantages and disadvantages. Therefore, they are taking the lead with the flow, but we have to take the lead against the flow..."

"I understand," Pingbu Qingyun nodded, "Then follow your plan and continue to implement it! Nine-tailed Fox has no undercover in our camp, so they can't copy the plan we have when we brush it!"

"Yes!" Nie Yan also replied with a nod.

"Then I will try my best to let the players return to the camp so that they can kill until no one can kill them. You should speed up the pace." Pingbu Qingyun said.

Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang went along the winding battlefield and went all the way toward the enemy camp's resurrection point...

Concentrate fire? Kill them in seconds?

Pingbu Qingyun does not have this ability, and players do not have the energy either.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the head flew...

Not only were the players in the enemy camp frightened, but even the players in the friendly camp almost collapsed.

From selecting targets, to attracting hatred, to releasing group attacks, bursting cooperation...

In almost every link, Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang tried their best to make the biggest explosion!

The strongest No. 2 position is not to be able to kill people, but to be able to seize the opportunity of the enemy being tired or making mistakes...

Turning hands to make clouds, turning hands to make rain.

If there was still a weak stalemate in the battlefield just now, it was already one-sided.

When the red-blooded players thought they were going to die, they were abandoned by Chen Bin and Ye Jiaoyang...

The lion never preys.

This is just a teasing, just admiring the gorgeous fear of floating in the blood!

The last time, the last bloody abuse, the last madness!

Only those who persist until the end are lucky enough to see the rhythm of the bloodthirsty.

massacre!

Crush!

There is almost no room for dismantling the mecha fingers with bare hands. My brain is blank. My whole person has entered a mechanical rhythm. On this doomsday battlefield, I constantly raise the synchronization rate between myself and the two gods in front of me.

On the battlefield, the wind took a sharp turn and fell...

Gradually, it is no longer a PK, but a one-sided harvest!

Pingbing Qingyun is still in the camp channel, making the final effort: "Don't attack Zero Point, his phantom is open again, retreat! All retreat to the camp! What about Shaolin? How could Shaolin retreat so quickly, retreat in an orderly manner, and protect the crispy profession."

"Boss, where are there any crispy professions?" Shaolin, a Golden Bell from the Buyun Guild, replied.

"Uh, I was killed by dismantling the mecha with bare hands!" A qi Wudang said immediately.

"Well... so do I."

"Killed by a mecha dismantling with bare hands, 1!"

"Kill me to dismantle mecha with bare hands!"

Pingbu Qingyun frowned, and when he looked back, the rest were either Shaolin wearing heavy armor or the Beggars' Sect with additional defense skills!

There are almost no more Wudang, Tang Sect, and Emei.

At midnight, they were still killing!

Suddenly, Pingbu Qingyun felt something was wrong again...

So many aggressive players are following Zero and Tianwai Guys. How could they be the heads of people removed by hand?

Looking at the merit statistics again, the merits of dismantling mechas with bare hands have increased rapidly at an extremely fast speed...

Ping Bing Qingyun became a little scared.

How many players are stealing their heads with bare hands to steal the mecha? They can’t even get it!

Really, no one can get...

The red blood players who were thrown on the road from Zero Ost and Tianwai Guys were almost always removed by the mecha behind them with bare hands. The skills, general attacks, and interlaced, and anyone who snatched the sword was in vain.

"Retreat speed, withdraw speed!" Pingbu Qingyun was in a panic of headache, and he couldn't understand why he ended up like this in a mess.

"Save me, khan..." Another hidden weapon, Tang Sect, fell to the ground.

"Damn, Tang Sect? Leave invisible, leave invisible!" Pingbu Qingyun cursed.

"I've been invisible for a long time, but I've been invisible for more than ten seconds!" Players in the camp channel answered one after another.

Pingbing Qingyun is completely unsolvable. Their camp is a day map. Just stand in place for three seconds at midnight and stand in place for three seconds.

Damn Zero.

Damn clear sky and lonely night!

Is this called seeking progress but not seeking retreat?

"Okay, you can kill, kill, kill, kill, kill them if you want to kill! Leave me some Shaolin Beggar Gang, what do you mean?!" Pingbu Qingyun threw down and burst into tears on the nearby channel with three rows of expressions.

"I once said, "You have to pick the persimmons with soft pinch?" Chen Bin answered seriously.

"Are you soft?" Ye Jiaoyang asked seriously.

"..." Pingbu Qingyun pushed the chair and took out a rope from the drawer. Xiaoxue vomited and slammed the door and came out.

Now, he needs sunshine, fresh air, and the most beautiful scenery in the world!

Only these can give him positive energy, making him firmly believe that there is still a law in this world. This group of scoundrels will not be sanctioned for long, and will be sanctioned by the justice system!

That's right! Sure! Will be sanctioned!!

...

With the efforts of rising to the top, at least half of the players were saved from evacuation safely, and the presidents of several other guilds were already catching up on the counting of the damage.

A player dies less than once, and he can reduce the compensation for battle losses. Pingbing Qingyun's efforts to retreat are still recognized by their mutual appreciation.

The end time of the battlefield entered the last minute countdown!

The merits of dismantling the mecha with bare hands are still approaching little by little, and the gap is narrowed to 200 points, 100 points, and 50 points...
To be continued...