Chapter 2042

The continuous running of zhanye forced the students of the college to maintain the frequency of attack. After half an hour, zhanye retreated from the battlefield.

For half an hour in a row, the constant attack has made the students of the dead soul college spit some blood. They are relieved to see Zhan Ye finally leave.

What they want to wait for is that the ChiYan team rushes up under the impatience, and then they can inflict heavy damage on them.

Zhan Ye retreats back to the team, without any damage to his whole body.

"That's not enough time?" Xerox looks at Zhan ye with his eyebrows raised, as if he is laughing at his "enduring power".

Zhan Ye glanced at his bad friend and didn't say a word.

Xerox moves its muscles and goes out.

"Well, it's my turn, too."

With that, Xerox has rushed to the students of the College of the dead.

Another wave of attacks continued, and the students at the school wanted to die.

Do you have such a shameless one? If you want to fight, just go together!

How do you mean to line up a team member every time!

The students of the dead soul college want to fight with the members of the ChiYan team, or just give up the attack and let the little mouse continue to circle, but as long as their attack stops a little, Xerox will quickly after all, the most peripheral students, some of whom are almost hit by Xerox.

In the face of such a situation, the students of the college can only insist on their own attack.

But everything that followed, completely pushed them into the abyss.

Xerox returned to the team half an hour later. Before the students of the Institute of the dead could breathe, another member of the ChiYan team rushed over. The action was still circling as usual, and the speed was no slower than the first two.

No matter how fast the artillery is, if it can't see the enemy's position, it's useless.

There's nothing else for the ChiYan team to show in front of them, just a word "quick"!

In the whole team, there is no one who falls behind in speed. The consumption of each round is continuous. The dead Qi in the students' body is constantly consumed. The distance and intensity of attack can't be compared at the beginning of the game.

Compared with the passivity of the College of dead souls, the team of ChiYan is in full condition. Only one student attacks each time, and all depends on the speed, without any loss of breath. The students returning to the team can be recovered immediately, which is shameless and maddening.

However, the formation of the dead soul college has been finalized, and it's too late to change it.

It's like a group of cats, played by rats one by one.

They stifled their internal injuries.

After all kinds of "flirting" lasted for three hours, the attack of the students of the dead soul college can no longer support their formation. There are teenagers who can't keep up with the rhythm and can't fill in the gap of attack in time.

The members of the ChiYan team immediately returned.

"Kano, it's time." Xerox narrowed his eyes, and the sense of cruelty on his face faded away.

Zhanye nodded slightly, and he raised his arm.

"Unload!"

A shout, resounding through the sky.

Everyone doesn't understand what these two players mean, but what happened next made the whole game boiling!

At the same time, the ChiYan team, a hundred members, took off the heavy sandbags which were bound in four limbs and filled with iron sand, and then they were thrown out of the field far away and hit the ground heavily.