These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 109 Victory or Loss
Ning Zheng was so angry that she laughed.

I asked you to go to the front line to shoot arrows, not to hide behind and chop people.

They also say that this is more cost-effective.

If you value your life, can't I do it myself? I can chop a bunch of them off myself.
It seems like it really doesn't work.

Ning Zheng didn't dare to kill Qi Zu herself.

Thinking from another perspective, aren't they also a suicide squad now?

Fighting hard on the front line, walking on a tightrope?

Even though it's not that ancestor that's being chopped off, it's this ancestor that's being chopped off.

That's it.

Ning Zheng didn't stay at home either. She hid in a corner, holding a large amount of magic money in her hand, frantically replenishing her spiritual energy.

Although most of the energy for division comes from the mother body.

But it also requires enormous magical power to breed a large amount of mental toxins.

His realm was low, and even when the ancestor stood and chopped him, he felt that he could not keep up with the secretion of poison.

Ning Zheng switched perspectives and secretly observed the battle situation: "The battle situation should be much better. I thought we could win before."

After more than a dozen archers joined in, with the crazy support of another Qizu's "new long-range firepower", the situation improved significantly.

"Number Three, stand back."

"Take your position."

"Don't worry, calm down."

This group of archers was obviously very conscious.

They are not normal blacksmiths, but carefully selected combat soul players who are very skilled in operation.

Control the character to avoid AOE, move in various ways, and use a "kite" tactic to fight the boss. Cooperate in an orderly manner, stand far away, and use paper houses in the distance as cover.

Furthermore, the soul has no substance.

Most physical attacks would be ineffective, causing all sorts of issues with their operations, and the souls would simply become dimmer.

And Li Youzhu and the other two aren't stupid either, they just need to hold the other party back.

The soul poison arrows of this archer will weaken the opponent again and again, splitting the opponent into new offspring.

This is a long time.

He will become weaker and weaker due to the poisoning, and the "daughter viruses" that proliferate in his body will attack him frantically and produce more viruses.

All I can say is that this spiritual root is indeed abnormal.

Especially in this kind of war of attrition, when playing long-range assistance.

Ning Zheng's spiritual roots are particularly suitable for long-range attacks, but her ability to kill people in close combat would be very limited.

It's good to have a front row to hold on.

"It's just that their archery skills are too poor, and they are wasting natural resources."

Ning Zheng shook her head and sighed:

"The phantom is originally a temporary soul body, and the arrows it shoots are also spiritual arrows, which consume soul power. The more you shoot, the faster the soul body will disappear."

It would be such a waste to give them this. They can't exert much of their full strength, and most of the arrows they shoot miss the target. They can't exert their full strength at all.

This is based on the premise that the crows shot arrows at them.

But what else can Ning Zheng do?
My archery skills are better than theirs, but only to a limited extent.

I am just a small cultivator in the fifth body realm.

But soon, these blacksmith archers found a new way, their arrow skills were so poor that they couldn't hit the enemy.

The answer is: Shoot his flesh field.

Don't attack Jiuzu, attack the puppet scarecrow he controls.

The vast fields of meat are huge targets, and even the worst archers can hit them.

A salvo.

Two salvos.

A temporary phantom with a cultivation level not inferior to that of the Three Yuan Realm slowly stood up, bent his bow and shot an arrow.

They stood up one by one, like a natural scourge among the undead, sweeping and expanding, forming a legion in the shadows.

“What the hell is this thing? If I continue like this, I will definitely lose.” In mid-air, Jiu Zu frantically thought of a way to break the impasse and felt that he was being restrained.

No, it was the Meat Field Puppet that was restrained and instead became an endless production tool for the other party.

Most of his skills are spent on controlling puppets!

The swift-moving dragon flesh puppet had been damaged while resisting the attack.

This meat field puppet was also restrained.

Now that I think about it, they had premeditated their attack and wanted to kill the highly mobile dragon flesh puppet first.

At this moment, he had lost both his arms and was being harassed remotely by a group of shadow archers.

A single tree cannot support itself.

Before, he was the one besieging the other party, but now it is the other party that is besieging him.

boom!
While Li Youzhu was fighting, he also had his own thoughts.

He wants to leave, but he won't really try.

How could those archers really cooperate if they didn’t know their true origins?

The other party seems to be fighting among themselves, so taking the opportunity to escape is the best option for me. I will never stay here and suffer the consequences.

But he looked at Jiao Wuyu and fell silent.

"I can't save you anymore, let's just leave it at that." Jiao Wuyu smiled, his whole body became shriveled, and his body looked like a shriveled long snake.

Her body was almost in pieces, but she was trying hard to sew the bodies of the dragons together with thread. Such a fierce battle brought her life to an end.

"If you hadn't come to save me, I wouldn't have asked him to pay for your life."

Li Youzhu clenched his fists and his expression became complicated.

He did not choose to leave, but started to attack again angrily and began to contain the attack.

Jiao Wuyu did not stop him, but just watched him rush forward, shook his head slowly and sighed: "Alright, everything is fine."

She knew that Li Youzhu wanted to take her away.

But because he was an earthbound spirit, he couldn't leave.

His cognitive defects made him come up with a reason why he couldn't leave: he wouldn't live alone anymore, so he had to stay and avenge her.

"Dead, dead after all." She murmured softly, looking at his figure:

"I am about to follow in his footsteps. I wonder if I can turn into ashes and live here with him, even if it's only one month before the red sun. It would be great."

She looked dazed for a moment and spat out blood.

But she knew that this was impossible. The stronger the monks were, the harder it was to interfere with the production of their embers. The probability was too low.

At this point, the Ninth Ancestor's defeat was already certain.

The extremely horrible poison was slowly boiling the frog. The frog could not break free and could only wait to die.

A touch.

"No!" The Ninth Ancestor became more and more crazy and was heading towards defeat.

Between life and death, he looked at his puppet and the broken paper house, and was slightly startled: "It turns out that I died a long time ago, what a pity."

Only then did everyone vaguely see it.

An exquisite black spiritual flower of nothingness blossomed on his head, followed by a second flower of nothingness.

When the third flower bloomed, the whole person's head melted rapidly, revealing a kind and comfortable smile, as if possessed by something, and the old voice became low and crazy:

"Reason is a prisoner's soul, only madness can bring freedom to one's nature."

He raised his head and roared hoarsely:

"I'm obviously crazy, but..."

The third flower suddenly collapsed, petals shattered one by one, and withered flames burned.

His whole body melted like a burning candle, and like the monk who had failed to bloom three flowers as usual, his face was distorted and he died on the spot.

died.

everything is over.

At this moment, everyone looked at the blood and flesh that covered the ground, and this thought instinctively came to their minds.

Big win.

(End of this chapter)