Chapter 1880: Whole city suicide bomb

"It's not that easy to kill me!"
Faced with desperation, Chasing the wind slammed his mouth, holding the longbow high and hitting the three long arrows, without counterattack, but shot towards the blood-colored mask below.
"Shoo, hoo..."
The arrow from the string was so fast that it disappeared into the scarlet mask in the blink of an eye, as if it were integrated with it.
"Build an arrow to build a bridge!"
There was a light scream in the chasing wind, and the body burst out with rich blood.
At the same time, Ye Fan's two attacks also came to her body, and they met with the blood and light.
"boom!"
Sword power, power of reincarnation, plus this weird blood light, the three powers erupted in the air frantically, intertwined with each other, and it was difficult to separate for a time.
Ye Fan frowned when he saw it, this was not the power of chasing the wind at all.
The three arrows just before seemed to guide the power of the Scarlet Mask to reach the body of the chasing wind, playing a role of resistance.
"brush!"
When the three forces were intertwined, the chasing wind had already taken the opportunity to rush down, and the body was soon submerged in the scarlet mask.
"Full attack!"
Seeing that the chasing wind escaped, Ye Fan's anger suddenly increased, and he shouted again.
"boom!"
After 800,000 people listened, they attacked harder and harder.
The power emerging in this area of ​​the ancient battlefield seems to be shaping a new ancient battle.
After erasing the blood, Ye Fan's Heavenly Sword and the Humane Heart gathered together and struck the light shield together.
"Boom!"
The surrounding space was constantly showing cracks due to the terrifying power erupted by 800,000 people, and the ground trembled constantly, the blood-colored mask in the center, under the long attack, the blood light finally dimmed a bit.
At the moment, Zhuifeng was inside the scarlet mask, with a trace of resentment and anxiety in his eyes.
Beside her, is a blood coffin.
The appearance of the blood coffin is almost the same as that of Hades, engraved with strange patterns, gorgeous but terrifying.
At this moment, a round bead is placed on the blood coffin, from which a strong blood gas is revealed for the blood coffin to absorb.
At the same time, the powerful scarlet mask around was also released by this round bead.
"Half of the Nether Blood Orb has been consumed. If we continue like this, we are afraid that our mission will fail. Even we ourselves will..."
A lieutenant who was born to death following the chasing wind looked worriedly at the bead on the blood coffin that started to flash for the first time, frowning.
"The consumption of the Scarlet Mask is too great at this moment!"
Chasing Feng nodded, said the reason, and at the same time looked at the 200,000 disciples in the field and said, "Now there is only one way, I hope you will be prepared!"
"Everything is subject to the instructions of Master Chasing Wind, you can sacrifice for the son of Netherworld, and die without regret!"
The lieutenant's eyes trembled after hearing it, and he knelt to the ground immediately.
In the previous battle, only a few of the dozen or so lieutenants survived. He was among the lucky ones.
Seeing this, the rest of the Netherworld disciples also knelt down.
"Very well, lead our troops to kill, and stop them as much as possible!"
Chasing points nodded in satisfaction, and ordered immediately.
"Yes!"
The lieutenant listened and went on.
"what happened?"
Outside, the people on Ye Fan's side were shocked to see the 200,000 Nether disciples rushing out of the Scarlet Mask.
Two hundred thousand against eight hundred thousand, this is a battle that needs no consideration.
"Is this Nether Clan a desperate fight?"
Xu An was a little surprised.
"The scarlet mask is not broken, they don't have to fight to the death!"
Lingxin's eyes were filled with suspiciousness, and his face became dark.
"kill!"
Ye Fan whispered and gave the order.
In the face of 200,000 enemy troops, they have only one choice.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the fierce battle officially broke out in mid-air, and these two hundred thousand Nether disciples had never thought of breaking through at all, but rushed out from all directions and fought with Ye Fan and others.
"brush!"
At the forefront of the battle, Ye Fan slashed out, killing thousands of disciples instantly, at an amazing speed.
However, while fighting, his mind was placed on the scarlet mask, or the chasing wind inside.
He was killing people so frantically, but the chasing wind did not appear to stop him, obviously he wanted them to die.
"What the do you want to do?"
Ye Fan focused on two purposes, thinking about the purpose of chasing the wind.
Delaying time? This is possible, but these 200,000 people are only a quarter of Ye Fan's side, and the chasing wind itself has not appeared, how long can it be delayed?
"Listen to my orders, your eight lieutenants are responsible for resisting these 200,000 people, and the rest, continue to attack the mask, don't join the battle!"
Ye Fan made an insurance decision while thinking.
Lingxin’s statement just now makes sense. Before the mask was broken, Husband sent 200,000 disciples out to postpone death, which is enough to see the importance of this mask.
"Yes!"
Hearing this, the situation of the fierce battle suddenly changed, and more than 600,000 people forcibly left the battle and attacked the Scarlet Mask in the center again.
As for the eight lieutenants, each with 20,000 horses, there is no difficulty in dealing with the Nether team that has no strong leader and tens of thousands of disciples have died.
"Boom!"
In a short time, the mask that hadn't stopped for a long time trembled again and was severely attacked.
"Damn it!"
Inside the mask, feeling the chasing wind of this scene, I couldn't help but scream.
Ye Fan is very shrewd in this regard, her plan to transfer the flames for the Scarlet Mask fell through.
"Ye Fan, I will make you pay soon!"
Under the anger of the chasing wind, Qiao's face became hideous, and at the same time he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, took the Nether blood bead from the blood coffin, and carefully held it in his palm.
"boom!"
The Scarlet Mask received another wave of attacks, causing the blood of the Nether Blood Bead to flicker.
The original crimson Nether Blood Bead has dimmed a lot at this moment.
"Ye Fan, what do you think this will make me helpless? Too naive!"
In the blood-colored mask, suddenly came the sound of chasing the wind and laughing with anger.
At the same time, he heard only a terrifying command, and said: "The disciple Nether listened to my command and immediately blew himself up!"
"Hey!"
Hearing this, most of the disciples on Ye Fan's side were shocked, and after a brief astonishment, those Netherworld disciples resolutely released a terrifying aura, the meridians swelled, and blood flowed from the seven orifices. Terrifying.
"What the do you want to do?"
At this moment, everyone on Ye Fan couldn't understand it. Didn't they let them delay it? Why did it blew up again?
"Be careful!"
Ye Fan screamed, and the force generated by the self-detonation was three or four times as usual, which could severely injure many practitioners of the same level.
There are more than 100,000 people left in the Nether Clan, and all of them blew themselves up.
"Boom!"
Under the terrifying power, a cloud of blood mist continuously emerged from the sky, just like releasing fireworks.
However, these "fireworks" are not only pretty simple, but they also carry deadly power.