"go ahead!"

Everyone roared in unison.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

The white clouds in the sky are frozen, the sun is shining brightly, and the sea breeze blows through the dense jungle, making a rustling sound.

Bang bang!

On the top of the hacksaw, the world changes from stillness to noisy.

The formation of the sixty-five warriors was in a line, with tragic and tragic emotions spreading.

Each warrior is six or seven meters apart.

This distance can not only prevent accidental injuries, but also provide timely rescue.

There are very few warriors who have no eyes on their fists and feet, and they can roundly control their strength to reach the subtle realm.

Therefore, if you stand too close, you will inevitably be injured by accident once you open your fists and feet.

"Ah! Hiss! Heh!"

The fierce hissing sound became more and more harsh, and the overwhelming enemy of cloth trash came!

More than 1,200 cloth trash enemies formed a fan shape, fearing death, jumping wildly and bounced wildly.

Either open the sharp mouth, or wave the dark green toes, or narrow the three eyes into thin lines.

Fang Cheng glanced at the left and right sides.

On the left is Wang Youwei.

On the right is Black Diamon.

"kill."

Fang Cheng roared deeply and raised his sword.

No fancy or moves, slash straight forward!

Even a piece of steel, carrying a big knife that tears the wind, will break the gold and crack stones!

"Swish!"

A cloth trash enemy was cut into two pieces in front of him.

Its three eyes narrowed into thin lines suddenly turned green, and the conditioned reflex used all its energy to stare at the enemy in front of him - Fang Cheng.

Green blood splashed.

Fang Cheng was poured with green blood on his head.

However, at this moment, there was no time to dislike it or wipe it.

Fang Cheng's nose moved, his eyes almost opened and he swept across with another knife.

"Puff, ah! Oh...help..."

In an instant, everyone collided with the Butraz enemy.

After a slow-responsive warrior killed one or two cloth trash enemies, he was rushed up by a large number of cloth trash enemies, either biting or hitting.

In the third second, two people died.

In the tenth second, seven people died.

"ah!"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but let out a painful shout.

A large piece of flesh and blood was bitten off his left arm, and there was no time to bandage it in the ever-changing moment of fighting.

Fang Cheng bit his lip.

The blood oozed out, and the left arm muscles exerted force, tightened, and moved vigorously.

The bleeding stopped.

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, he raised his sword and slid it downwards, and a cloth trash enemy that rushed from above was knocked away.

Two more cloth trash enemies rushed up from the left front.

Fang Cheng clenched his left fist and punched him out.

Stomp your right foot and whip your leg.

When the two cloth trash enemies were knocked away, the center of gravity was unbalanced and they were about to fall to the ground.

Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open and his mind was tense.

"drink!"

He raised his breath, shouted in a deep voice, and shouted angrily.

Fang Cheng actually turned around for half a circle in the air and then stood steadily.

"hiss."

A bloody mouth opened.

The Budian enemy, who was five meters away a second ago, shot and attacked Fangcheng.

Bang!

Fang Cheng felt a chill in his heart, the commander-level trash enemy!

Although he is extremely agile, he is almost useless among this overwhelming large number of trash enemies.

It's useless to do it, there are three on the left.

There was also a cloth trash enemy on the right, staring at Fang Cheng tightly.

The thoughts were turned and Fang Cheng did not hesitate. His internal force was no longer retained, and the pale white light almost wrapped around the entire sword.

"Bang, sneer!"

A huge force was used to move, and another force was used to cut across Huashan.

The commander-level Buddie enemy was cut and wailed, and three green eyeballs were circling and retreating.

This retreat is five meters.

Fang Cheng's expression froze and was shocked.

The big knife slashed the toes of the commander-level cloth trash enemy, which was seven or eight centimeters deep.

Just two centimeters away from the depth, it is enough to cut off the toes of the cloth enemy's arms and toes... but it has not been cut off now.

The lotus root has not broken, and the silk is still connected!

The big knife in Fang Cheng's hand was taken away by this cloth trash enemy!

The leader-level trash enemy with mid-level professional strength!?

A chill broke out in Fang Cheng's heart.

"Bang.bang."

The Seventeenth Style of Fire and Burst was launched, and in just three seconds, you can swing seventeen punches!

The flame exploded.

An air explosion sounded.

The three cloth trash enemies who attacked on both sides were beaten to pieces, their bodies trembled, and the three eyes were filled with green liquid.

He was almost killed by Fang Cheng's consecutive punches.

Another cloth trash enemy shot from the left.

Fang Cheng's heart was filled with bitterness and punched the eagle up.

At this moment, it is no problem to add attribute points.

But the physical condition is not enough, so if you add some, your muscles will inevitably break and last for more than one minute.

Once the strength is exhausted, there will be no more power to fight.

In this fierce battle, a little weakness is a fatal crisis.

Moreover, forcibly adding attributes will cause physical weakness and even fainting.

This was the case when the five people were desperate last time.

If Fang Cheng had not taken advantage of the excitement and killed most of the Buzhe enemies, the desperate situation would have been the result of five people not burying themselves.

A ball of flame exploded: "Bang."

There is no time to think deeply.

The Buzhe Enemy who came to the left narrowed his eyes into thin lines, regardless of life and death, spread his arms and hugged Fang Cheng's left arm tightly.

"Bang."
To be continued...