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boom……

The strength is concentrated on your feet, and when you touch it heavily, your body suddenly rushes into the air, catching a habitual relaxation. Generally, birds always feel subconsciously relaxed when they fly into the air, and this moment is enough to take an attack.

Indeed, even San Fepo is the same. Five meters is usually a safe distance. With innate flying talent, he will have higher requirements for himself.

But when he looked at the figure that was bounced up quickly on the ground, he was still scared and suddenly shook another meter, and he avoided Zou Liang's rapid grab in a very thrilling manner.

bump.

As soon as Zou Liang landed, he bounced away quickly, and three arrows swept across the ground.

Just as Murphy said, he almost capsized in the gutter. If he was caught by a master who was good at fighting, the archer would really become the meat of the chopping board.

Santa Fepo, who was in a cold sweat, was also a little angry. After all, there were two competitors of the same level below. If he lost here, it would be equivalent to a level lower than the other party. It was so cruel in the world of the beast tribe.

Zou Liang, who was aiming at the ground, started shooting wildly without reservation. Unless the opponent had wings at this distance, he would have no chance at all!

In the beast spirit world, each archer will have ten arrows in his archer's archery bag. Unless it falls into the opponent's hand, as long as it flies out of the battle altar or falls on the altar, it will return to the archery bag, which is equivalent to infinite bows and arrows, which is equivalent to a bug.

Zou Liang also understands this and catches the arrow with empty hands?

He thought...but that was seeking death!

Arrows of this speed are much more difficult than entering a hand-to-hand blade with no hand, and there is a similar chain between the other party's arrows. If you try to catch an arrow, you will most likely be hit by the arrow that follows you.

That's asking for death.

There was no way, the battle was one-sided. On the battle altar, a guy called the beast god performing martial arts was shot by the archers of the Eagle clan and ran across the altar. His judgment and speed were indeed amazing, and his movements were even more exaggerated. He used both hands and feet, jumped and jumped, and dodged with all his strength. It was quite dangerous. There were several times when the bow and arrow were rubbed against his body.

I have to say that his level is indeed very high, which makes Santa Fepo have a high attack, and without any worries, it is a blind man who lights the lights in vain.

Murphy couldn't help but shake his head, "It seems that there is really no skill at all."

This is a draw. Perhaps the combat ability of this meat target is indeed good, but it is limited by the innate jumping power and cannot attack the opponent. For a strong man, failure is failure, and no reason is useless. If it were him, even if the limit height of the Eagle clan is seven meters, he is still within the control range under the super jumping power after his beast transformation.

This is the omnipotent powerful Rhine.

For him who constantly challenge the strong, a loser is worthless.

Buenavin also shook his head a little resentful. At this moment, he was standing on Zou Liang's side. After all, no one could do anything to face this shameless style of play. Hunting is the nemesis of the archer, but for a flying archer, unless it is Hunting with hidden weapons, it will also have a headache.

That series of dodging actions were really wonderful. For a hunting shadow, it was quite a desire, but reality was so cruel.

Santa Fepo, who made continuous shooting in the air, was also a little tired. He wanted to maintain the air stagnation. At the same time, making such a powerful attack would also consume a lot of physical strength. It would take a little breathing time. If the physical strength is not enough, it would become the opponent's target.

I really didn't expect that he could dodge such a strong shooting, and he was simply a monster.

Even the attackers were so tired, and Zou Liang, who kept making thrilling dodging actions, was obviously more expensive.

No one blamed San Feibo for many Beast Warriors. The Beasts are originally an existence that fully utilize their talents. The Eagle Clan has such low-altitude flying ability. This is their own ability, just like the balanced and powerful Rhine Clan.

The strong prey on the weak.

Zou Liang wiped his sweat. This warm-up exercise was really strong. At least three times he set up a plan to attract his opponent to lower his height, but this guy was not fooled and almost killed himself.

It seems that I can't continue playing anymore. I have to gather early tomorrow, so he doesn't want to stare at the panda's eyes.

Put your hands together and a burst sound comes out.

For an otaku, listening to passionate music to play games is undoubtedly a pleasure. The soul will also vibrate with the music, and coupled with super refreshing fighting, this is Zou Liang's favorite.

And there is a form of expression in this world called the Battle Song!

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Battle Song!

This man is actually a war song priest!

And it was not any known war song. The surging rhythm shocked Santa Fepo in his breathing. This guy's war song actually disturbed him when he was weak.

The helmet in the white outfit has a mystery of 1 to 3, which can be used to withstand the inspiration of the war song, and can also resist the attacks of the war song.

Zou Liang seemed to have not seen the other party's resistance at all. The battle song continued. Murphy frowned. The unknown battle song had some strength at the beginning, but why did it fall down in an instant?

However, this depression contained some depression, and Santa Fepo, who was in the battlefield, felt even deeper, because the low battle song exuded a suffocating rhythm, which made his breathing difficult.

The melody became more and more low in Zou Liang's mouth. This was Carl Ofey's Bran poem that he liked very much. The depression in front was very suffocating.

Repression~Repression~Repression~Repression…

Santa Fepo felt pain, and this feeling of breathlessness made him struggle, but he tried hard to maintain his height, his helmet shining, and he had to withstand this suffocating battle song.

But just when he thought he wanted to hold on, the melody of the war song suddenly became high, like a roaring lion, roaring, wild and unstoppable, and the sound seemed to penetrate the beast spirit world. One wave higher than another, and all the orcs were crazy about this amazing war song, and the war song even affected the orcs outside the altar.

Murphy seemed to see the King of Rhine in the vast prairie, roaring towards the sky, and the sound shook the sky, and the sun and the moon were gone!

Buenaven felt the dreamlike phantom dancing wildly, endless dancing, ghostly steps, shining daggers, and endless tips of the knife under his feet.

San Fippo was the eagle flying high with its wings spreading its wings. The eagle struck the sky. He wanted to challenge the peak of the world. Suddenly, thunder pierced through the clouds.

boom……

When Zou Liang opened his hands and burst out the strongest voice, the Santa Fepo in the air had turned into a folded eagle and fell straight.

Bang……

Without any resistance, the Battle Song had directly destroyed his consciousness.

At this moment, Murphy had just turned around, and the battle altar was silent. Warrior, shadow hunting, war song priest?

Santa Fepo even had no chance to sigh, the beast spirits were flying, what was the nightmare of the archer and what was the Eagle Clan most afraid of?

The Bismai Swan clan, because they have the forbidden air battle song!

But now, a war song priest from the non-Bismai clan appeared, which is unique in the history of the orcs.

In addition to the Bismai clan, there are people who can use the ban air combat song, the unheard of ban air combat song.
Chapter completed!