Chapter 387: A trip to the mountain in the sky (2)

The derivation method used by the man with yellow and thin skin was indeed a spiritual light. The calculated position of the ten thousand-year purple sinking wood is no different from the actual one.

After searching for a while, everyone saw a big tree that needed several people to be surrounded by, and it was purple all over, which was the ten thousand-year-old purple sinking tree.

"Get on the move!"

The East Sea fisherman waved his hand and ordered everyone to start moving towards the towering tree.

The ordinary flying sword can only splash out a little wood chip on the Wannian Purple Sinking Wood, and the effect is not very outstanding. Looking at this trend, you can't even think of cutting down the Wannian Purple Sinking Wood without more than ten minutes.

Standing there leisurely, not as nervous as others.

Even if the players in Xingkong Camp discovered it, they would have to fight hard. They just need to protect the man who can deduce Taoism. The direction of the Arctic Xuanbing still falls on him.

"Where did the player come from? Report your name ID, and the gang you belong to!"

The journey went smoothly, and it was indeed impossible for me to continue like this. I saw a team soaring from the ground, and more than fifty players came to control the flying sword magic weapon.

The leader scolded him with a loud voice, which had already allowed his players to scatter from all directions.

"Fuck! So unlucky!"

The East China Sea fishermen cursed fiercely, and their team took action no less than ten times, and they were discovered two or three times in between.

I recognized this at first glance, and the mountain patrol team of Xiankong Camp was a complete formation, and the idea of ​​resistance was dispelled. The opponents were all not as strong as theirs, and the number of people was several times different, so they were not on the same level.

At this time, I can only admit that my family is not lucky and have prepared to lose the experience of losing the next level.

"I'll go forward and delay for a few minutes. You will try to get this ten thousand-year-old purple sinking tree!"

The passerby greeted the sword, and the players rushed up and walked towards the mountain patrol team in the Xiangkong Camp.

While watching the show leisurely, someone rushed in front of him and smashed the magic weapon to death.

"The passerby's knife is really not responsible enough to delay the work. So many people have missed. Forget it, I'll help you, but now it's in the same team. This Xiangkong Camp is not a relative or acquaintance, and it's not a psychological burden to kill their members!"

The mountain patrol team of more than fifty people was stopped by the passerby's knife, and more members came around from both sides of him.

It seems that it is because it is too cool and conspicuous that the first target of attack by the two players in front of him is to find him.

Ye Rong naturally no longer has the need to hold back now, and there is no need to be reserved anymore. He can take action as much as possible.

The eighth-level white parrot sword light flashed, and the two people in front of them had a bloody damage number bursting out from their heads. In an instant, their health value became empty and turned into light.

These two players died too quickly and could not give any warning at all. The players who rushed up behind had no time to consider why the two companions in front suddenly disappeared.

When I raised my sword to welcome it, I heard a click. The two crystal-like flying swords in my hand broke from the middle, and large pieces of jade fragments burst out.

The man's face turned pale, and his first reaction was that he felt heartbroken by the destruction of the flying sword in his hand, and there was a hint of disbelief.

This is not that the percentage of the flying sword is damaged, but that it is directly cut into two pieces, almost losing the possibility of repair.

Before he could turn the regret and shock in his heart into fear of his opponent in front of him, the sword light flashed and the blackness in front of him lost consciousness.

"I'm going to do evil! I'm going to do evil! I didn't want to be the Sword Destroying Messenger!"

Ye Rong heard the white parrot sword that destroyed another flying sword, and a prompt for a flying sword, and he muttered something.

...

In an instant, the situation on the field changed surprisingly. There were already as many as six or seven members of the Xiangkong Camp who fell under Ye Rong's sword.

At this moment, no matter how stupid the players behind them are, they will find that the situation is wrong.

The passerby's sword also benefited from this. After being rescued by his own players, he was already injured in many places. He protected his body with the last pure sword light and was not killed.

"This brother is so embarrassed, why do you want to make things difficult for me?"

The leading players from the Xiangkong Camp first glanced at the East China Sea fishermen, and the passing tourists' swords were glanced at Ye Rong. With his eyes, he could naturally see who was the key to the field.

He is also a little familiar with this team. The names of several major players are on the wanted list within the Xingkong Camp and are the main targets of stalking. He is also very clear that with the strength of these people, they can't make a big splash, just a clown.

But this player who suddenly appeared this time had a bit unfathomable feeling. Every time he just had a sword, he would kill the brothers in the mountain patrol team, and he would not even have the chance to resist.

Mozhe recalled the sword light when this person took action just now. If he was waiting for the sword light here, the terror would have the same ending. He shuddered in his heart and his tone was much more polite.

Otherwise, in normal times, for such players who break into Xiangkong Mountain, they would have rushed forward or invited experts to deal with them in the organization.

Mozhe vaguely felt that this person's temperament was somewhat similar to that of the boss of his own Xiangkong Camp. They were all the abyss and unfathomable feeling, which made people dare not be arrogant and presumptuous.

"If I retreat here, I will not pursue you."

Mozhe felt that his words were already very proud of his face. Even if the other party was a new master on the island, he should be tactful for the sake of the Xiankong Camp. At least he would not dare to act randomly anymore.
Chapter completed!