Daomen Invasion

Medi Li holds the sword and stands beside Xiahe. When the two swordsmen in the distance are close to ten meters, their figures are staggered and become one after the other. The swordsman in front of him burst out of his fighting spirit, and a turquoise radiance radiated from all over him, forming a ghost image behind him.

"Look at his pace, it is tempting me to attack." Xiahe pointed at Medilly all the time, the real enemy was the hidden swordsman behind him.

"However, they only have two, we have two hundred." Xia He said, pulling the magic trigger.

The purple-gold projectile is round and the magic lines are stacked. Medelly feels the terrifying breath above, and the sword in her hand trembles involuntarily.

The purple-gold projectile flickered, the swordsman in front of him instinctively slashed forward, the sword gas condensed at a point on the blade front, and collided with the projectile.

not good!

The swordsman's waist was twisted, his body twisted into a spring, and the sword in his palm had been broken by the projectile. Behind him, the phantom of the demon tiger was penetrated by projectiles, and the swordman behind him was suddenly disrupted.

The dead soldier moved forward with a spear. The swordsman in front of him was not stable and wanted to retreat. He had been covered with black thorns.

Drink!

He screamed in his mouth, and the withered thorns were cut off by force, and the poisonous spikes ran across his skin, as if he had touched metal, and even scratches could not be produced.

Ten iron spears followed one after another, and the swordman's armor shone brightly, forcibly swept.

The moment the armor and iron spear collided, the swordsman felt a sock in the hip, an endless shadow arrow did not know when, lurking under his feet, until his fighting spirit condensed on the armor, he launched a fatal blow. Endless Shadow Arrow is divided into two and four in the swordsman's intestines.

The iron spear penetrated through the body, and the companion behind the swordsman avoided the Zijin projectile, a sword flashed across, and came straight to Xiahe.

Without killing the magician, he will die here today.

Arcane: Martial Soul!

After Xiahe added state magic to himself, his power surged. He held Asla and cut the devil's mallet, and just swept it, and then destroyed the electric sword energy.

The swordsman was desperate, and the corpses of his companion were being dumped from the iron spear, and the magician put away his staff and switched to the goblin musket.

Turn around and escape? He was not sure that he escaped the magician's projectile on the back.

锵!

The iron spear enters again, and the swordsman slashes, repelling the deceased who is in advance. He does not dare to do his best, but he must beware of the magician's musket. The second row of dead men crossed their frustrated robes and were assassinated with iron spears.

Xiahe held a magical musket, and the swordsman was like a thorn in the back.

An iron spear crossed the blade and hit his ribs.

Medi Lili looked, but she was horrified immediately. What if he meets such a soldier on the battlefield and is restrained by a powerful magician?

The purple electric light flashed, and the wounded swordsman glanced down. At the position of the heart, a blue ice cone passed through, and the wound was cold, without any pain.

Purple Electric Ice Cone, the attack speed is only under elemental punishment.

"Four."

Yeah, four! Medirelli watched the blood mage raise the magic wand again and walked out of the array. Her heart was no longer excited.

Warlord, he can learn too much from him!

Only in this way, even if he is a legend, he has to be entangled with him, and he cannot really leave.

"Magic fire rob, the cost is several times the scroll."

"Adult hurry?"

"The plan has changed, the things on the demonized warship will go ashore, and it will not take long to come to Boulder City. You let everyone gather to the center of the city and first take the mercenary regiment's station."

"Yes." Medieri took a slender metal whistle in his hand and blew quickly.

Medi Li only brought two hundred people to follow Xiahe, the rest of the dead still follow the silver demon. If André ’s recruits lost too much, they had to rely on these dead men to clear the mercenaries.

Another hundred dead men blocked the city gate to prevent the giant stone mercenaries from escaping.

Among the dead men guarding the city gate, there are two master-level warriors. At the same time as he heard the order, the two soldiers sent out in the rear ran all the way to the gate.

Without reporting, the demon who was chasing from the pier in the distance was already visible to the naked eye.

The gates are large and small, and the large gates have been destroyed by silver magic. Two master-level soldiers immediately urged their soldiers to enter the city. The city gates were faced with a shield wall made of giant wood.

After the battle between the silver demon and Andre settled the gate, they had already penetrated inwards. Without magicians, the soldiers had to slash with a small axe, dismantle the shield wall and push to the gate. The shield wall could not stop anything. The two men urged the soldiers to throw up some grease and tried to fill the gate hole with wood and set it on fire. Although this will seriously damage the city walls, it can't be ignored.

Assembled more than a hundred dead, accelerated their pace, and rushed towards the center of Boulder City.

Outside the city gate, there are more and more demons, more than the number of sailors on the three battleships. Some of the devil's facial features are still not clean, and most of their clothes are left. They look like farmers outside of Boulder City.

The completely demonized demon looked at the flames in the city gate and growled in a low voice, urging the newly joined demon.

In the center of Boulder City, Freya stands on the roof of a small building, overlooking the square below. This square is outside a permanent barracks. The elite expeditions of the Boulder Mercenary Corps will gather here.

In the square at this time, with swords and guns like Lin, Freya saw Xiahe coming, half of the **** robe was so eye-catching, everyone's eyes were gathered on him alone, and Medieri behind him was also eclipsed .

Master Daojun!

Freya is proud in her heart, this is the attitude that adults should have, rather than having to run around in the face of strong enemies.

But in the face of legends and demigods, it is reasonable to run away, facing the mad warrior in the epic realm ...

"Filz, why didn't you dare to come out?" Xiahe's voice was not fierce, but thick like a fairy clock, and the sound floated into the barracks.

Abigail had no sense of presence, standing in the corner, with five corpses on the ground. Those masters who had been killed were at least half left by her and Freya. A feather arrow was inserted on each body.

With Freya's help, Abigail could have killed all the masters who had gone out of the camp.

But she wanted to contain the head of the Boulder Mercenary Corps, to keep hope for the other party, so that she wouldn't be caught in a hurry. It's just that she didn't expect that the head of the mercenary has been holding back. Now that Asra has arrived, she doesn't have to worry about the rest, just waiting for the mad warrior in the epic realm to appear.

Abigail felt vaguely that Asra was not too concerned about the mercenary regiment.

It was as if he came to attack, and had already expected such an outcome.

There is no accident.

In the camp, the sound of combat boots treading intensively sounded, the camp door was crunched open, Xiahe looked up, saw a tall and thin man wearing leather armor, led a hundred mercenaries, and came out.

The tall, thin man cut his hair against the scalp, the leather armor was old, and a half-sheathed two-handed sword was on his back.

He looked more than 40 years old, with pale skin, sparse eyebrows, puffy eye bubbles, and lack of energy. He didn't look like an epic warrior at all.

This is Fields, the head of the Boulder Mercenary Corps?

"Who are you, why did you attack my Boulder City!" Fields pointed at Xiahe with an angry look. He knew that a lot of people had died in Boulder City, and they were all given by those who worshiped him.

Xiahe didn't answer immediately. He looked at the lower barracks up and down, left and right, and shook his head.

The construction of the Boulder City, except for the city walls, was a mess.

There are many professionals in the Boulder Mercenary Corps, but unfortunately no one can build, the land underneath is not very smooth, and the construction of the barracks is also quite simple.

"Storm City, Asla."

"You are a blood mage!" Fields looked surprised. He had heard about the blood mage and thought the rumors were exaggerated.

"I have two friends who were hunted down by your mercenary regiment, so I came here today to completely prevent this." Xia Heping said plainly.

Fields felt a chill in his heart. What does it mean to stop this completely?

"Just before, I personally killed a few people, it is estimated that there is your brother in it, and it is too late to say persuasion, so ..."

"Wait ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I am willing to surrender!" Fields shouted loudly regardless of his face.

Seeing Fields bend slowly on one knee, it really means surrender. Xiahe still shook his head and said, "I don't accept it."

The mad soldier's knees were stiff there. He stuck his neck and stared at Xiahe's eyes.

"Receive you, you have to spend money to raise it, it's better to kill it." Xia He finished, the magic wand pointed forward, and the electric chain of death mist was released.

In an instant, the attack was like a storm. The silver demon and his ten-man mages shot, and the fireball wind cone ice cone fell like rain in the mist of death, covering Fields' men.

Fields' eyes were flushed immediately, he wanted to surrender, the other party did not allow, just because he didn't want to pay?

Warriors in the epic realm, already worthless?

This is a naked insult. He no longer needs extra stimulation, and he immediately enters a state of madness. His thin body muscles exploded, and his mouth and nose spewed reddish heat, and his hands and sword were ripped off by him.

"Blood Mage!" Fields roared loudly, and the giant sword burst into red light and jumped up.

"Abigail." Xiahe called out the name of the regional bishop, his body gliding backwards like a wind, and hid in the array of the dead.

He didn't dare to fight Fields head-on, the epic warrior would be terrible, and then go crazy, it would be something like a human killing machine.

The golden-red figure appeared in front of Xiahe. The almost burning two-handed sword fell from a height, and Abigail lifted her money bag and smashed it at will.

Boom!

The sound of this impact was so violent that the dozens of deceased people around wobbled and his body softened involuntarily. Fields' eyes shed two lines of blood and tears, and he, in a state of madness, lost his strength to a woman!