"It's a high-level magic, no wonder." Zhao Sen was very calm, he patted the shoulder of the pupil, and said, "It's just a high-level magic, and when it comes to the battlefield in the future, it is not uncommon for high-level magic groups to be released, there is nothing to be nervous about." ”

Hearing Zhao Sen say this, the mood of the eye pupil calmed down a lot.

Zhao Sen's composure and composure unconsciously also affected his pupils.

Flying swarm spells were everywhere, and enemies were attacked in all directions, and the brothers of the Flame God of War fought back heroically, killing several people.

"Everyone, protect the black powder!" About two hundred brothers of the Flame God of War guarded the two jars of black powder, and they were on full guard.

At this moment, a mage not far away condensed the elements of Dao magic and chanted a spell at them, which was a fire-based group attack magic!

"Archer, release the arrow!"

One by one, the archers of the Flame God of War rushed out, ready to fire their bows and arrows at the mage.

On Bai Xiu's side, several wrestlers rushed up and intercepted this group of archers, and suddenly, an archer of the Flame God of War shot an ice arrow, releasing an air flow and rushing forward, just past the encirclement of many wrestlers.

The mage's magic had reached the end, and the scarlet magic aura spread out, and a group attack magic was about to be released.

Ice Arrow!

The archer had an arrow of ice, which cut off the mage's magic, and the violent magic elements of the air were invisible. The mage was stunned, and just a little bit, he was able to cast it! After being interrupted, most of his mana was still consumed, and the group attack magic was temporarily unusable.

"Well done, shark!"

"Shark, well done!"

The group of the Flame God of War cheered excitedly, the Holy Archer named Shark, an ice arrow saved a crisis.

However, they didn't get excited for long, on the other side, there were five or six people with a smile, and with a wave of the Fire King's staff, the raging arcane fireball smashed down, and it was also a group attack magic!

One by one, players fall to the ground under the blast of arcane fireballs.

The flames, the several jars of black powder that were released by the archers to protect the magic were also in danger, and the protective barrier around the black powder jar fluctuated, shattered into pieces, and disappeared in the air. The flames fell into the jar, instantly igniting the black powder in the jar, and only a loud bang was heard.

A powerful shockwave swept out, and the surrounding area of about a hundred yards, no matter what player, was swept away, black flames filled the air, and a huge mushroom cloud rose.

Explosive Heart, the players of the Flame God of War hung up two or three hundred, and on the side of Bai Xiu Baye, Hanxiaotang and Wuli Kanhua, there were also two players who didn't have time to escape and were killed by the powerful shockwave.

The earth shook violently, and almost everyone could not stand on their feet, and the terrifying power made everyone awe-inspiring.

This is the power of a black powder explosion!

Each jar was about twenty pounds, and the power of the explosion of two jars of black powder could almost destroy the city wall.

"Boss, blow up two altars!" With his eyes open, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, a jar of black powder, if it was at the market price, would be worth at least 10,000 gold, more than a piece of Pixiu gold-level equipment.

Zhao Sen was also a little distressed, even if it was only two altars.

The opponent is menacing, Zhao Sen alone can't go against the sky, the reinforcements of the Flame God of War are already on the way, he wants to save the remaining black powder as much as possible, as long as he holds on for a while, and wait for Xinghe, ****, and Chengjue to come over, it will be fine.

The melee on the field was fierce, Cao Baixiu took the lead, with a strong piece of equipment invincible, a wind slash, swept five or six players of the Flame God of War away, and a wind blade, a sharp blade slashed at the body of one of his Flame God of War players, and slashed that player out.

Cao Baixiu and Zhao Sen were about fifty yards away, far away from each other, and Cao Baixiu's eyes suddenly burst out with a murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhu Shen, I'm finally meeting you!

This chase and killing caused the incident of the Flame God of War to force Cao Baixiu into a desperate situation, she naturally gritted her teeth with hatred for Zhao Sen, and the enemies were extremely red when they saw each other.

As soon as Zhao Sen raised his head, he saw Cao Baixiu, although he had never met, he still recognized the other party at a glance, the boss of Baixiu's hegemony, Cao Baixiu!

Cao Baixiu was slender and graceful, dressed in a dark brocade cheongsam, a trace of cold air wrapped her whole body, and she couldn't find a single gap, like an iron cast, holding a jet-black staff, like a powerful magic cage.

I didn't expect to see the boss of Bai Xiu's hegemony in this situation, he and Cao Baixiu can be said to have a narrow path!

Zhao Sen clenched his short sword, and if he wanted to fight, he had never been afraid of anyone!

Cao Baixiu was frozen, and thousands of damage values floated on the heads of the five or six players of the Flame God of War around her, and she let out a low cry, shattered!

A powerful force was released from Cao Baixiu's body, and with a bang, it hit the bodies of these Flame God of War players, and this group of Flame God of War players were shocked and flew out, and they all fell to the ground.

A white light fell on Cao Baixiu's body, and the blood behind him lost a healing, making Cao Baixiu's blood volume return to its full value.

Cao Baixiu rushed out from the Flame God of War player, covered in blood and murderous, a good woman, but she was a mortal enemy with herself.

One by one, Bai Xiu's hegemony, Hanxiaotang, and the players who saw the flowers in the fog rushed to Cao Baixiu's side, plus three cursed wizards, a total of eleven people.

On Zhao Sen's side, there are a total of more than 500 players, guarding the seven jars of black powder in Yang.

The two sides are facing each other, the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the battle is about to break out!

This is a destined battle between Zhao Sen and Cao Baixiu!

Either you die or I die!

"Ice Condensation, use group attack magic!" Cao Baixiu stared at Zhao Sen and said in a deep voice, a mage wearing a blue robe next to him began to wave his magic staff, there was no doubt that he was a high-level magic as soon as he made a move.

The lightning element quickly condensed, circling and flying around the ice condensation, high-level magic, lightning storm!

Lightning can also ignite black powder!

A lightning storm of icy ice. It is a second-order high-level magic with a larger attack range, capable of reaching about 150*150 yards.

High-level magic is usually an invincible second-man skill, unless there are some special life-saving skills, you can run away from the attack of high-level magic.

Syllables are spit out of the icy mouth, like the final countdown of a time bomb, and once the countdown is over, the time bomb will explode.

It's only twenty seconds!

Every second that passes, it means that the players of the Flame God of War here are one step closer to death!

"Archers, wrestlers, charge, release arrows!" Zhao Sen shouted violently, Bai Xiu is strong, with these ordinary players of the Flame God of War, I am afraid that they will not be able to rush over, the time is too short, only 20 seconds! His gaze swept over the dozen or so people opposite, all of them were a change of profession, it was difficult to deal with, it seemed that only he was coming, he entered a stealth state, and his body slowly merged with the background.

Charge!