Tears of sorrow wet Ling Xiu's eyes, his face was full of pain and self-deprecating laughter, he always said that he wanted to protect the people he cared about, but they died in front of him one by one, it was Yang Shiyun before, and now it is Chu Liyue.

Why?

"Why?"

Ling Xiu fell into the dense crowd of corpses like this, leaving only an unwilling and angry cry echoing in the air. Countless zombies roared and swarmed up, he was like a stone falling into the sea, there was no movement, and the layers of zombies quickly annihilated him......

The defenders of the city wall looked at this scene in a daze, only to feel a cold empowering, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and despair appeared on their faces, the Blood Night Clan had won, and they were in the phantom city...... Finished!

"Hahahaha!!"

Mo Luo Yanke stood on top of the high wall, looking down at the place where Ling Xiu was annihilated, and laughed loudly, but it was a bitter laugh. If he wasn't him, just a monk, how good would it be; How nice it would be if they hadn't met, hadn't been brothers; If......

Thinking about it, tears flowed down my face.

On the other side, Yu Wenfu had already used the power of his mind to help Chu Liyue take out the broken sword that pierced his body, and then protected his heart veins, and gave a timely injection of recovery potion, and then asked Leng Mo to use his spatial ability to take Chu Liyue to the nearest hospital for first aid.

Zhang Yifei ran over frantically despite the heavy injuries to his body, and yelled at Yuwen, "How is Chu Liyue?" Is she still alive? Say, say it! ”

suddenly lost control of his emotions and grabbed Yu Wenfu's collar.

"If you have the surname Zhang, you must not be rude to the boss!" Pan Changyun shouted.

Yu Wenfu raised his hand, made a gesture that it didn't matter, and turned to Zhang Yifei and said: "Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, whether she can survive or not depends on her own creation." ”

Zhang Yifei closed his eyes sadly, let go of Yu Wenfu's collar, at this moment he did not have a trace of cynicism, his face was full of pain and despair, in the blink of an eye, his brother died, and the woman he liked was also uncertain, everything changed, he was hit so hard for the first time, so that he couldn't even stand on his feet.

"Your struggles are meaningless, the Protoss, the powerful, you all have to die!" Moroyanko fell from the high wall, like a god descending from heaven, revealing supreme majesty, and its voice rolled like thunder, and it was mighty between heaven and earth.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Yifei seemed to have found an outlet, raised his head and glared at Mo Luo Yanke murderously, his fists clenched with a clucking sound.

Bai Wanqing, Pan Changyun, Lu Pei, as well as Nanxun and Lao Ba, all stared at Moro Yanke with hatred at this moment, there was no fear, only a grudge that wanted to devour his flesh and blood, if his eyes could kill, Moro Yanke would have been broken into pieces.

"Take Tang Xiaomo back to District 1, take care of it, if I die, District 1 will be taken care of by you!" Nanxun gave an order to the black and white impermanence indifferently.

"Minister, don't, your right ......" Black Impermanence was shocked.

But Nanxun had already rushed towards the wall of the Phantom City, and after more than a dozen steps, that beautiful face suddenly became a little hideous, accompanied by a roar, blazing fire gushed out from under its skin, and she turned into a burning man and rose to the sky.

The right arm has been abolished, only the left hand can still move, and the Miao Knife of killing intent is also burning in his hand, like a divine weapon forged by hellfire, slashing through the sky and slashing towards Moroyanke.

At the same time, Zhang Yifei, Bai Wanqing, Lu Pei, and Pan Changyun also launched the final charge towards Moro Yanke, and everyone was determined to die, and there was only one voice in their hearts, that is: kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Kill him!

Everything rolled out of his throat with a roar.

"Well, no matter what the result of today is, I will remember today, remember you, me, and be with you!" The aura on Yu Wenfu's body skyrocketed.

The long-lost war spirit, the monstrous war spirit!

The power of the mind rose from his body, forming a giant figure more than fifty meters high, although the giant figure was translucent, but it stirred up a terrifying coercion, which was consistent with Yuwen's movements, and was uniform.

"Kill!"

Yu Wenfu's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Moroyanke.

The giant's figure moved with it, twisting and running wildly, the earth collapsing and shaking under its trampling, the space shaking, and the coercion raging.

The defenders on the city wall were stunned one by one, although they could not intervene in such a battle, but at this moment, what they felt was not fear, not trembling, not uneasiness, but touching, touching on the soul.

At this moment, their blood boiled!

They all clenched their fists, shouting and cheering for the warriors of Phantom City in their hearts.

"Come on, come on, what am I afraid of, hahaha......"

Moroyanke laughed fiercely, his body was surging with battle intent, and he took the lead in pounceing on Nanxun.

With a wave of the palm, the speed was too fast, Nan Xun had no way to dodge at all, not to mention, she didn't want more, when she saw Ling Xiu being thrown into the corpse by Moro Yanke, she went crazy and lost any reason.

The Miao knife in his hand, with a blazing flame, slashed fiercely at Moroyanke's giant palm.

"Wow~"

The two collided, stirring up a sonorous sound of metal impact, and the Miao knife was instantly knocked out, and Moroyanke's giant palm did not stop at all, approaching strongly, and the terrifying power slapped on Nanxun's chest.

Nanxun spewed blood, the fire was extinguished, and it flew out like a cannonball, smashing heavily on the ground dozens of meters away.

In the state of "solution", Moroyanke's strength was terrifying, and Nanxun received a palm from him, even if his defense was strengthened, he was also knocked unconscious.

Hei Wuchang took Tang Xiaomo away, and Bai Wuchang ignored the order at this time, picked up the fainting Nanxun on his back and ran.

Mo Luo Yanke wanted to pursue, but there was a roar in his ears, and when he turned his head, Zhang Yifei, who had turned into a three-meter giant, rushed over with a cracked face.

"Humph!"

Moroyanke snorted softly, his left foot slammed into the sand, and his whole body rotated at high speed with his left foot as the axis, and his right foot was like a hurricane churning, heading straight for Zhang Yifei to attack and kill.

That momentum was like a huge wave rising into the sky without warning, rushing forward and shooting wildly, with a terrifying sound.

"Bang~"

This kick hit Zhang Yifei's neck, and the terrifying power swept through the sea like a raging sea.

Zhang Yifei spat blood, flew out sideways, and smashed dozens of meters away, smashing the ground into a big crater and dusty.

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

Countless sharp wind blades shrouded the sky, and the soil on the ground seemed to imprison Moroyanke's feet, and thousands of transparent control threads wrapped around him.

In response, Moroyanke just closed his eyes and smiled coldly.

Those wind blades that could easily cut through people's skin were ineffective against him, hitting him like throwing knives and being bounced off.

Yuwen regained the killing, jumped up, and the giant figure also jumped high, clasped his hands tightly, and smashed fiercely towards Moroyanke from the sky.

Dancing in the wind! Space concussion!

Heaven and earth are discolored, and this power seems to not exist in this world at all!