Chapter 87 Super Melee

Ye Rong looked at Tianshui Yifang's face, from sunny to cloudy and dark clouds, now it was a torrential rain.

"Wow, this person's face-changing skills are very good!"

Ye Rong glanced around and pulled Manzhu Lu'er back two steps, reaching a distance away from the ring.

"What's wrong?"

"If the Emei Tianshui team won ten games smoothly and showed the limelight, Tianshui side would naturally take the players away. But now it is the result of one loss and one draw. Tianshui side himself has lost a little face, so how could he give up? There will definitely be a melee later."

Ye Rong thought of Miaomiao Qingyi's special act of asking for peace, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He neither wanted to lose his face nor offend Emei. Using this compromise method would make both sides not please him. It would be better to kill Emei players simply and neatly, and build a brave image in the minds of Qingcheng players.

Ye Rong also did not expect that Miaomiao Qingyi's release of water also made him in disguise. As the only one among the ten people in Qingcheng who won, his reputation has now surpassed those leaders of various forces, and was vaguely regarded as the number one master in Qingcheng.

After all, there are 100,000 disciples in Qingcheng, and now the Mavericks or squad players are still mainstream, and most of them are not interested in joining informal gangs.

"What, isn't it said that the winner will be determined by ten games?"

"Yes, now we lose, we are just letting them deal with it. They have not violated the rules."

Looking at Manzhu Lu'er's cute and depressed expression, Ye Rong couldn't help but stretch out his index finger and scraped it on the tip of her perky nose.

"Chengru Chengru, Emei players are indeed all strong."

After a long time, the lengthy game on the ring finally ended with a draw.

Although the Emei player was depressed, he was faced with Miaomiao Qingyi's smile, sincere expression, and complimentary words. It was really hard to show any bad attitude, so he could only leave the arena without saying a word.

Ye Rong saw Miaomiao Qingyi's actions clearly, and kept making polite voices. It was no wonder that he had a wide connection with others.

As if he was watching the show, he watched the leaders of Dongliu Cangshui and talked to Tianshui. The conversation was indeed broken. The Emei side was simply taking the tricky and impossible conditions, in order to provoke a battle.

"Bloody washes Qingcheng!"

Tianshui Yifangqing shouted, and behind him was a sea of ​​sounds of convergence. The players of Tianshui, Emei, shot in sword lights, and nearly 10,000 Qingcheng players all left the mountain gate defense ban. There were dozens of people who were knocked down and killed in one encounter.

Fortunately, Ye Rong pulled Manzhu Lu'er to a relatively back position, and both of them were not hurt.

In the melee of tens of thousands of people, it is still difficult to issue various commands without forming a gang. Once the battle collided, the formation became chaotic in an instant, and Qingcheng and Emei players were in a mess.

"Okay, okay, it's up to you to make snow!"

Ye Rong was a little excited and ordered Manzhu Luer to follow him closely. When his shoulders shook, two white sword lights of varying degrees flew out of the sword box. One hand was Taixuan Ice Soul Sword, the other hand was Ichinous Sword, and the other hand was Ichinous Sword, and the two swords rushed into the chaotic crowd of players.

In this case, if you are not careful, you will find that there are enemies everywhere on the upper, lower, left, left, front, and back. Ye Rong dares not be sure of a flying sword, let alone protecting Manzhu Lu'er behind you.

"I want to kill a hundred people, and I think there are fewer two flying swords. I will do it and use three swords together. I guess I will be able to collect the number of people needed for a series of tasks soon!"

The number of players on Qingcheng is estimated to be more than ten times that of Emei players. Their personal strength is slightly stronger, and they cannot make up for such a huge number of people. However, Emei players often gather together, cooperate with each other and can exert several times more power than when they are dispersed. There are also a group of players led by Tianshui, each with a Xuanming Yin Water Flag in his hand. When combined, a surging river flows out, causing Qingcheng players around them to rush around. The sword light can easily take away their lives.

"If we follow this trend, even if we consume the advantage of rebirth, we can kill Emei players. At most, we can die once on each person's head on average. But not everyone has such a clear direction. If we see that we are not as good as winning, the enthusiasm of players in the sect to participate in the battle will probably drop significantly."

In order to get angry, you have to pay the price of being banned once or even more. Nine out of ten players will be shaken. Leveling up on the other side is not easy. Even if ordinary players in their thirty levels have all their experiences into the character level, it will take about two days to upgrade to the next level.

It is human nature to have the benefit of rushing forward and you will get ahead if you suffer. Without a standardized reward and punishment mechanism, few highly conscious players will continue to fight while a large number of players around them die.

It was precisely because Ye Rong understood this that he wanted to cause as much damage as possible. The number of Emei players was limited, and one more death was less, so it was impossible for him to come back from Mount Emei again.

Even though he was alone, he still had a small force, but he did not disappoint his identities as a disciple of his sect.

Ye Rong's two third-level flying swords were a little behind for players of his level. Fortunately, the sword box bonus was not particularly obvious. The two flying swords aimed at an Emei player and swung them. The ding dong dong dong dong sounded softly. The man's protective flying sword was blown away by his endless sword light. The Taixuan Ice Soul Sword easily took away a life with one stroke.

"Wow, it's so exciting!"

Seeing that Ye Rong's two swords in his hand were like spirit fish, they had already killed three opponents in a row. Of course, this was also part of the relationship of hiding behind others and suddenly slapping cold arrows, Man Zhu Lu'er called out and waved her hand and released her set of fire-type magic weapons.

Ye Rong breathed a little relieved. He saw that Man Zhu Lu'er had been following him but did not speak, and she was frightened by this scene.

"Don't use your fireworks spell, just use normal attacks."

Thinking of the mass destructive spells attached to the complete set of fire magic weapons of Manzhu Luer, Ye Rong quickly stopped her eagerness to try.

Such large-scale killing spells are indeed a powerful weapon during group wars, but now the players on both sides are mixed together, and several rows of fireworks and colorful spells are smashed down. The merit value on the spot will be reduced to negative, and there is a risk of being expelled from the sect.
Chapter completed!