Chapter 2246: Final resistance

Ming Wei tore off a piece of cloth from a body and bound it to her shoulder.
Only then did she lick a whip and her arrow left a jagged wound.
For her formerly, this injury can be recovered only by blinking, and there is no need to deal with it.
But now she can have her life!
After the wound was treated, Ming Wei leaped from the roof.
Other exiles, as well as the surviving wild gods, also took the initiative to surround the Luo Zheng.
There are also small shackles and buoys in protection, all of which follow.
This battle is too tragic.
The gods have fallen by as much as three-quarters, and the exiles have fallen by nearly half.
But the warden family was also killed by almost two hundred people!
Everyone has a feeling of restoring the rest of his life. The look of Luo Zheng has changed again.
If it is not Luo Zheng, an enemy three, Li Ke, the prisoner of the family, the ice flute and the white illusion, the result of this war may not be easy to say.
After all, it is a white illusion, and it has dragged on several exiles. Among them, there is no shortage of such two strong players.
The whistle was blocked by Luo Zheng at the beginning. If you really let the whistle flute his strength, it would be more difficult to cooperate with other black robes, and the situation is likely to fall.
Then the bodies lying on the ground now are all of them...
"Snapped!"
Ming Wei took a lot of shots on Luo Zheng’s shoulders with a smile on his face.
Although I guessed it, I didn’t expect your little guy to hide so deep!

It’s incredible to be able to display such magical powers in the life of the people.
Jin Lao followed the crowd and came forward with a thoughtful look. He said with a smile: "Don't tell you about Wei, that is, I didn't find this old guy."
In fact, Jin Laoxin already wants to understand.
After all, the life of the people is the supernatural power of the chaotic ancient gods. The rules he established cannot be a small one.
The only possibility is the blood problem of Luo Zheng...
This magical power is mostly the blood and magic of the ancient gods, so it is easy to pass the rules of another chaotic ancient god, not the limits of the life of the audience.
Jin Laoxin guessed, he naturally would not say it.
Luo Zheng can lead them to move on. This is what Jin Lao is happy to see. He is gratified in addition to his gratification.
He even thinks that no matter how bad the situation of the Li nationality is in the mother world, there is Luo Zhengzheng. After all, there is such a glimmer of hope. If he can leave from here, he will have to follow his greatest ability to follow Luo Zheng.
Many people in this battle have been seriously injured, and even ten people lacked arms and broken legs.
Those who are more seriously injured have no fighting power and can only leave them here first.
If you can lift the life of the people, the broken arms and legs can quickly grow back...
People like Ming Wei and other people are relatively lightly injured and can only take some ordinary medicine treatment. The effect of treatment is naturally very general, so everyone did not choose to go ahead, but stayed in place to recuperate.
"The flute, the ice, the white illusion, these three are the backbone of the old school, and the rest of them will certainly not take the initiative to attack, they will definitely stay at the altar of equality, it is not enough fear," Xiao Yan said. I saw Luo Zheng’s eyes and smiled.
What's more... we still have Luo Zheng!

Otaru only hoped that Luo Zheng would match the line and complete the revenge through the exiles. 67.356
She did not expect that this outsider became inexplicably turned into a big killer.
These exiles of the hurricane cloud will actually count on Luo Zheng, and it is incredible to think about it.

It seems that we have succeeded more than half!

"I can finally return to the mother world..."
"Thanks to Luo Zheng!"
The exiles shined in the eyes and ignited hope. The success was only the last step, and it was inevitable that they were a little excited.
Xiao Yan looked at the people around the corpse, and there was some sadness between the looks.
This war was brought by her, she is indeed a traitor to the warden family.
The dispute between the old school and the liberals eventually developed to such a point that it was not what Xiaoyu hoped to see.
But when thinking about the humiliating and dying parents, the sorrow in Xiaoyan’s eyes fades away, and perhaps all of this is the set in the dark.
After a day of rest, the crowd went on again.
In fact, the place where they fought with the warden family was very close to the "equal altar" at the core, but the journey was seven or eight miles away.
As Xiaoyan judged, the warden family has lost the courage to take the initiative.
They didn't even send people to investigate the situation because they didn't need it at all.
The "equal altar" that Xiao Yan said is the disc in the center of the square.
Around the altar of equality, those neatly arranged life lights were extinguished by more than half, and the people of the warden family looked at the lights that were extinguished, and all kinds of grief on their faces.
"White Society Magic, Yan Bing..."
The patriarch muttered in front of the extinguished life lamp, and closed his eyes with pain.
The extinction of every commandment lamp represents the death of a tribe, and so many life lights are extinguished, meaning that the people they sent out have been killed.
These tribes are the elite of their warden, and they are killed, meaning that the warden family has been defeated.
"The patriarch, we are still there!"
A black robe took off his black robe and revealed the white hair. The black robe was very old.
"Yes, we can still fight! Under the life of our people, our strength will not be weaker than Baishe!" Another old man also took off his black robe and stood up.
The people who stay here are almost always old, weak, and sick in the old school. Under the life of the people, the weaker people will be equal, and the ability of the strong will be similar. The only thing that affects them is experience and martial arts. means……
"That's right..." The patriarch nodded and opened his eyes with difficulty. He said, "We can still fight!"
Then he walked over from the side of the altar of equality.
Not far away, the grave-keeper was sitting on the wall with a lazy look.
"Are you lost?"
The grave guard asked casually.
The patriarch nodded, "Yes."
The guardian of the tomb looked up and thought about it. "You have gained the grace of the market. The so-called life of the people is actually not equal. They can still beat you. These exiles are not as simple as I thought..."
"They are coming back soon, and I hope you can help," the patriarch said.
The former patriarchs were able to pin their hopes on Baishe’s illusion, and now the cemetery seems to be his only hope.
The tomb guard nodded faintly. "Since I promised, I will definitely shoot, but... don't expect me to sell for you."