Chapter 865: The heart of the sword shines with great awe, and I will not regret entering the immortal forest in this life(2/2)
"Let's go, brothers!"
Ding Jilin raised his sword, patted Nanfeng on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Come down the mountain with me, and we will die together and kill the enemy!"
Everyone stood up together, summoned their mounts, and fought down the mountain with Ding Jilin.
At this time, there is a southwest wind on the Gokoku Shrine map.
A group of troops left and returned, it was the 2+ main force led by Lin Xixi and Jiang Yan. Under their feet, corpses were strewn across the field. A battle had just ended. Many people died in the battle, but more enemies were killed.
"..."
Jian Jia held up the blood-stained long sword and suddenly sobbed. She looked at the friend list, and the names of many familiar friends had dimmed, and even their levels had become 0. Then she saw the guild's "full of awe-inspiring sword"
"Heart, I will never regret it in this life, I will enter the immortal rain" text flooded the screen. Jian Jia couldn't bear it anymore, and tears fell down her cheeks.
"Continue the attack."<
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Not far away, Jiang Yan held up a sword full of blood and said, "Kill every last soldier until we reach the cursed map."
Everyone nodded in unison, and the sound of fighting sounded again in the cherry blossom forest.
Morning, about ten o'clock.
A group of people appeared on Jiuqi Island. There were not many people, only 4+. Half of them were members of the Xuanyuan Guild, and the rest were a patchwork of players. They were led by a Soul Shepherd Knight and killed them all the way.
North of Irkuki Island.
Although the number of people was getting smaller and smaller as they fought along the way, and they only had a short time when they finally arrived at the Protectorate Shrine, they had no regrets.
"How many people are left?" Wind Chaser Blade looked back and asked as he charged forward.
"Boss, there are still 1,200+ people left."
"good!"
Wind Chaser Blade grinned, "I heard from Xianlin's people that they only have 1,100+ people left in the cursed map, fewer than us, but they are still charging and killing. We can't give in. Charge and kill."
Until the last person left!"
"yes!"
Shortly after.
Under the intense firepower suppression of the opponent, only one of the 1,200+ people of the Wind Chaser Blade was left, and he was the only one left. He rushed through the crowd with a spear and killed dozens of people in a row.
I really can't hold my health bar anymore.
"Damn, I really killed only one person!"
Wind Chasing Blade laughed loudly, waved his spear, and directly activated the soul pastoring skill, killing many people in a row, until countless mad dragons and purple lightning were smashed down above his head, and his chest was full of arrow clusters, and he was about to be killed.
Shot into a hedgehog.
"Plop..."
The SS-level Soul Shepherd Knight gently knelt down on one knee, holding a spear in one hand. Watching the health bar being emptied, he couldn't help but sneered at the densely packed Japanese server players around him and said, "D's little life, just wait.
, your father will come back again!"
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Map of the Protectorate Shrine, it’s night again in the game.
The Japanese server players' offensive has slowed down a bit, and they seem to be replacing the attacking guilds.
At this time, Xiao Aiye, Caged Bird, Zhang Wansen, Tianxuan and others have all died in the battle, and all level equipment has been cleared. The total number of people left in the entire map, including Xianlin and Fengqi, is only 200.
+ people.
At this time, everyone was hungry and sleepy.
The bonfire burned, but this time there were no rabbits to eat.
Zuanchan, Nanfeng, Xiaozhu and others kept witnessing their friends being killed in front of their eyes, and their moods fell to the bottom. A group of people sat together in silence, just waiting for the next time the Japanese server attacked the mountain and made a last stand!
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Where the wind blows, fallen leaves drift, sparks rise from the campfire, and the desolate and cold moonlight from the distance shines into the forest. Ding Jilin's armor is broken, and the blade of his sword is chipped. He sits alone on the mossy stone steps of the mountain. His eyes are empty. At this moment, he only
Chapter completed!