The shouts for murder and the sounds of various weapons clashing against each other intersected with each other in the air. The sound waves scattered countless birds and charged into the clouds. The scene was as if it was a battlefield!
Occasionally, more than one hundred Beautiful Robes Faction members could be seen chasing after more than ten Class One Hall members out of the forest. Every one of them was covered in wounds. Along the way, people would occasionally fall to the ground after being struck by swords, but they did not scare the Beautiful Robes Faction members. Instead, they became even angrier and fiercer. They pounced on the enemies whose equipment was better than theirs. Their young faces were savage and unyielding, causing the Class One Hall members who continuously executed their ultimate moves to be shocked and enraged.
As they charged forward, more than fifty people died in their hands, and they had only lost eight members. If a normal sect had such a devastating death ratio, they would have long since been unable to bear it and returned to the city to stop fighting.
But there was a group of young men and women with pretty good skills in the forest, and they chased after them as if they had gone mad. Each circle of battle was a group of people who had an advantage. They used the fierceness of sacrificing one thousand to kill two hundred of their enemies, causing some of the confident Class One Hall members to feel panic and unease.
Even though they had absolute strength and an advantage, they were surrounded by a group of people.
But under the encirclement of a group of people with weapons on his body, his body fortification technique was continuously becoming thinner, and he was depleting his qi at an astonishing rate. Normal medicinal pills could no longer maintain his current condition.
The few people who had Dew Pills were not in a much better state. At most, they could last one or two more rounds of attacks than their companions.
"Damn it!"
"Do they think we're afraid?!"
"Even if we die, we'll drag Beautiful Robes Faction down with us! Kill them! " They were like tigers being bitten by wolves, and their true qi was becoming increasingly sparse. They did not have the chance to replenish their qi. In their anger, they decided to turn around and cut down the Beautiful Robes Faction members who were closest to them.
The sudden counterattack from a group of Mystical Realm martial artists was incredibly terrifying!
Once the fierce momentum rose, seven Beautiful Robes Faction members were forced to the front by the enemies who followed them like shadows, and they were cut down on the ground.
Butt Shaker was one of the few leaders in the crowd.
Right then, he was covered in blood, and he was also the person who pounced at the front.
He was already injured, and to reduce the number of deaths among his brothers, he had to rely on Dew Pills to continuously heal his injuries and replenish his qi so that he could stay alive.
The dozen or so Class One Hall members were the first to counterattack. He felt pain in his stomach, and two sabers came at him from his left and right.
"Die!!"
The group of people had actually been paying attention to this fatty with his astonishing defense and toughness for a long time. The sudden counterattack, three people actually attacked him at the same time. They could see that as long as they killed this guy, the group of students would very likely lose a powerful vanguard, and their combat strength would be greatly reduced.
By the time Butt Shaker reacted, two sharp blades had already arrived in front of him.
"Scram."
At the critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. Ignoring the pain of the blades, he knocked away the two swords like a cannonball and knocked the owners of the swords to the ground.
"Bastard!"
The Class One Hall member flew into a rage and swung his saber horizontally at the bloody person.
"Rogue!"
Little Butthole turned around and happened to see NotaRascal, who was covered in blood and had his chest pierced by two blades. His chest was instantly filled with a heavy and sour feeling.
"F * ck you!"
He gritted his teeth in anger.
Almost without thinking, he pounced in front of the two people who used the knife. With a punch and a kick, he struck the two people with the posture of an angry sleeping arhat, causing them to stagger back.
The people behind him pounced on him in anger. Eight people surged forward and cut down the two people who lost their balance.
However, NotaRascal could not be saved.
He coughed up blood and bared his red teeth at Butt Shaker and his group of brothers.
"Heh heh … One for two … It's worth it!"
He tilted his head to the side.
"Didn't I tell you to rest at the back? You …"
Butt Shaker used up all his qi and fell to the ground. He hugged NotaRascal's cold corpse, and his face was a mixture of blood and tears. He let out a hysterical roar.
"You bastards! Kill them all! "
The scene of NotaRascal sacrificing himself to save others deeply provoked the group of Beautiful Robes Faction members. Before Bum gave any orders, they had already taken the initiative to pounce on the few people who were still alive!
A few of them even slashed the corpses a few times, but they were still not satisfied.
When they charged forward without caring about their own losses, the faces of the remaining Class One Hall members turned pale. Their body fortifications soon crumbled, and they were cut to the point that they were drenched in blood.
When they faced the fearless Beautiful Robes Faction members who fought with their lives on the line, the last few people broke down and lost their will to fight.
"Kill them!"
"Surround them! Don't let that motherf * cker escape! "
In the distance were countless players who heard the news. It was the first time they saw such a horrifying and brutal fight, and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
A pack of wolves had bitten a tiger to death.
Similar scenes continuously reappeared in the forest and the area around them.
During the fight, the Class One Hall members came to a clear and painful realization of one thing.
It was that the students' fighting spirit and fighting spirit were far stronger and more tenacious than any of the sects they faced. During that period of time, the deaths of their companions brought them anger and hatred, but even more of their companions died. They did not fear them. Instead, their fighting spirit grew even crazier. Their pursuit of victory and glory was completely different from the normal sect members, who would scatter like monkeys when a tree fell. As long as there was one person beside them, they would fight without end!
If they did not die …
They would not stop!
Because the companions beside them were comrades, classmates, dormmates, and friends they had been with for a long time.
They grew up together, laughed together, and suffered together. They understood the hard work everyone had put in, and they also understood the punishment and effect of death. Each person's death was a pain that was carved into their bones.
Besides …
Even if some people had stage fright, they would not show it at that moment.
It was the same for one person, but it was the same for one thousand people.
Pride.
At that moment, it turned into a fighting spirit that did not care about anything.
It was exciting!
Under Class One Hall's continuous provocation, everyone forgot about retreating.
Everyone forgot to retreat, and the momentum of cutting off all means of retreat continued to accumulate.
Even if the last enemy nearby fell to the ground, they would still be like a pack of injured wolves searching for prey, swarming in search of the next batch of prey.
They won …
When they stared at the two hundred or so Class One Hall members' corpses on the ground, an indescribable pride rose in their hearts, and it also motivated all the Beautiful Robes Faction members to become even fiercer.
"Search! Leave no one alive! "
Countless people searched through every single battlefield in the forest that had yet to end and searched for their enemies who survived.
Class One Hall had completely broken down.
Four hundred against four thousand …
The Beautiful Robes Faction students were still providing reinforcements in an endless stream, but from the start until the end, Chief Promise Clouds and the two powerful players whom they entrusted their spirits to did not appear.
They fought one against seven, then one against ten, then one against twenty, then thirty …
The last dozen or so elites were forced to the center of the forest from all directions. They were drenched in blood, and their movements gradually became numb. At some unknown point in time, when they looked around, they found that the forest was filled with Beautiful Robes Faction members. They were packed densely on the ground and on the trees. Their cold and cruel gazes intersected with each other to form a death net that brought despair.
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