Lin Jun looked at the rear in surprise, he didn't have time to care about any changes that happened in the back, but even the players who were drunk with dreams behind him exclaimed one by one, and the whole drunken dream became a mess, just as Lin Jun once predicted, even if the Sword of the God of War in North America did not really develop and stand firm in the game, but if he wanted to gather strength, it would be too easy, if Starfall was the pinnacle of the game power in the entire Asian region, then the Sword of the God of War was considered world-level. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's Xuanyuan them!" Lin Jun looked at the guild's advanced channel, where the shepherds and cigarette sticks and others roared in surprise, they and the players brought by Xuanyuan gathered together and rushed over, this force was too strong, in just ten minutes, the sword of the god of war gathered from various war zones to a million players, this kind of appeal and cohesion would not even have King's Landing.

"It seems that my choice is not wrong, and more importantly, ......" Wei Wei appeared in Lin Jun's heart, and he didn't have to think about it to know that all this was due to Wei Wei: "What I can do must be done this time......

Yate Fortress.

Looking at the invincible figure below, watching the fortress wall defense descend crazily, Drunk Qianqiu stood on top of the city tower as if petrified and did not move, he couldn't hear the voices of others, or from the moment he knew that Xuanyuan appeared on the battlefield, that is, the team of the Sword of the God of War, he knew the result, the ancient and mysterious Holly Dawson family, he was indeed the most shrewd businessman in the world, so decisive and ruthless that this time he had no preparation, Lin Jun's outbreak and the addition of the Holly Dawson family, This made the powerful Qianqiu Consortium seem to have become a trapped beast, he looked at the communicator, the communicator had vibrated to the point that it was about to explode, but what could he do, is this feeling of helplessness the same as Lin Jun not long ago.

"Xuanyuan...... Holly Dawson Family ......" Drunk Qianqiu gritted his teeth: "Damn......"

"Let's go to the battlefield in the back!" Lin Jun's voice came, in fact, with the position of Drunk Qianqiu now, it was difficult for Lin Jun to see, after all, it was too high, but Lin Jun knew that Drunk Qianqiu was standing there, and he said softly: "Go there to block Xuanyuan's people, maybe you still have a glimmer of hope!" A glimmer of hope for prolongation and destruction! ”

"......" Drunk Qianqiu didn't speak, all the states on his body were violently opened, the blood volume reached sixty million, and the panel magic injury exceeded two million, but what is the use of this, in front of Lin Jun now, he is as weak as an ant, Drunk Qianqiu turned around, and he and Drunken Tiandao and others rushed directly towards the battlefield behind Lin Jun.

As if feeling the departure of drunk Qianqiu, the corners of Lin Jun's mouth showed a smile, this feeling is wonderful, the same as the feeling of once having the God of War Realm alone in the world, no one can stop it, everyone except me is garbage, with this former king's momentum, Lin Jun roared angrily and accelerated the pace of destroying the Yate Fortress.

In the twenty-second hour, the fortress of Art was breached......

In the thirty-sixth hour, the fortress of Kulen was broken......

The wind and clouds are moving, and the air is rushing, with the last two super fortresses being broken by Lin Jun, Lin Jun's eyes are flat, and the farthest towering existence is like a cloud, that is, the Guild Imperial City of Drunken Dreams, the City of Heavenly Awakening, the guild resources and other treasures and equipment in the city are sky-high, and the most important thing is that the statue of the city lord of the City of Heavenly Awakening was destroyed, and the Guild of Drunken Dreams was removed from the game, which is the most important thing, and if you want to start from scratch to find a base to establish a guild and slowly develop the empire, it will take a long time.

The shouting behind Lin Jun was still deafening, but in front of him, on the four battlefields of the Awakening City that day, the drunken players were silent, there was no expression on their faces, or only the momentum of seeing death as home, when the guild was surviving, there were no other thoughts in their minds, some were just the idea of stopping him and preventing him from destroying all this.

Lin Jun's body shook, thirty-six hours of fierce battle, he had been holding his breath, just like the obsession of wanting to see his relatives and lovers before he died, the belief was still alive, looking at the awakening city in front of him, looking at the players standing in front of him, Lin Jun also sighed, the battle between the past and the present life is finally coming to an end today, he finally has a chance to take revenge or turn defeat into victory, he has paid too much to get this opportunity, in this complex and sinister environment, He got the opportunity to fight with the world's pinnacle force with a civilian image and heritage, he paid a lot but finally did it, but this was not enough, he wanted not only the opportunity to fight, he wanted the final victory.

"Doesn't he rest?" The drunken myth in the front row gritted his teeth: "It's been more than thirty hours, doesn't this guy need to rest?" ”

"It's still very early than the one hundred and twenty hours at the beginning!" Drunken Heaven said coldly: "His spiritual power is too strong, it shouldn't be some kind of supernatural person!" ”

"Even if he can hold on for another hundred hours!" Drunk Aoxue said coldly: "It's a fool to get up from the game warehouse after it's over!" ”

Lin Jun rushed into the crowd, this last battle had nothing to think about for him, there was no need for any strategy and ideas, some were just infinite instant kills, under the absolute power, everything in front of him was an ant!

Basic Attack! Spike! Heavy Sword Slash! Spike!

Ragnarok opens! Ignore all control!

The god of war roars! Spike! Fight Back Against the Storm! Spike! Armor of Thorns! Spike!

Lin Jun, who was infinitely killed, was extremely calm, and Drunk Qianqiu also joined the ranks of retreat, and he couldn't resist Lin Jun, looking at everyone's instinctive fear and retreat, a desperate expression appeared on Drunk Qianqiu's face.

Unstoppable, Lin Jun looked at the Drunken Heavenly Dao in the distance, and in the frightened gaze of the Drunken Heavenly Dao, Lin Jun pointed with his right hand: "Feng Han!" ”

"Ice Protection!" Drunken Tiandao breathed a long sigh of relief, but his gaze looked at Feng Han's blue light, the light of the god of death passed by him, it turned out that it was not him who Lin Jun wanted to kill at all, in the frightened gaze of Drunken Tiandao, Drunk Qianqiu, who was not far behind him, was stunned and turned into a white light in the next second.

"Goodbye, drunk Chiaki!" Lin Jun turned his head and stopped looking over there, from this moment on, all the hatred, fear and nightmares disappeared, and from this moment on, no one was qualified to fight or even compare with him, and the powerful Drunken Qianqiu was now just a passer-by and let him kill him at will! And before the end of this hundred hours, before his life in the game is over, he will imprint that golden mark in everyone's hearts, that is the mark of the god of war, that is the legend of immortality......