"You can do whatever you want, but I advise you not to use a bow unless you can run and shoot arrows like the flying eagle archer..."

Lan Yumian smiled confidently, and the beauty under the moon suddenly burst into blue ice spirals. A faint layer of dazzling colorful light lingers around the blade and sways like a dance, flowing light, so beautiful that it makes people suffocate.

"Art, colorful artifact."

Seeing the beauty under the moon that could blind their titanium alloy dog ​​eyes, the Japanese player on the roof immediately exclaimed.

In fact, Lan Yumian was originally very low-key, at least the gloss effect of weapons and equipment has never been activated. Now, the external effect is activated, and the purpose is to shock Japanese players.

At present, the artifact does have this "extra effect", and no one can ignore the power of the artifact.

On the other side, smoking without fire activated the external effect of the dagger. Suddenly, a layer of charming blood filled the dagger in his left hand. When it rotated gently, it seemed like a thick ball of blood. The dagger in his right hand was attached with a black flame, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, and it was indefinitely swallowed.

Both daggers are filled with red luster, and they are naturally epic weapons.

"Don't panic, kill them and explode the artifact."

Several small leaders were nervously boosting morale. Unexpectedly, as soon as they finished speaking, the Flying Eagle Archer's spear fell down again, puffing... blood arrows shot, and more than 200 rows of corpses were directly pierced from the roof by spears.

Lan Yumian was very angry. The prey he had just set his eyes on was gone with the blink of an eyelid. She rolled her eyes hard at the flying eagle archer who was moving quickly against the walls on both sides of the street, but she didn't say anything.

He turned his head and shouted at the smoker, "Start start, I'll be playing with it if I talk too much."

"Okay, kill."

Wow, as soon as the speed of the two Yingwu exploded, they could only be described as shooting like arrows and floating like ghosts.

Then the hissing sounds were like a sharp blade cutting a rag brocade. The two of them rushed side by side, like harnessing the strong wind, and their feet were on the hard tiles without any sound. The extreme speed made them look like they were flying off the ground without touching the ground.

A group of Japanese players looked at the two "ghosts" flying over with stammering eyes, and were completely frightened. Cold sweat suddenly appeared on their foreheads.

I have never seen a thief who can be so fast, it is simply outrageous. Even the so-called peak thief in the Japanese area, even the ninja ghost thorn in the Emperor's Palace, is not enough to see compared to these two Shadow Dance thieves who are not as fast as humans.

Faster, quicker, faster attack.

In the rush, Lan Yumian rushed into the crowd first. She held the beauty under the moon in her right hand, lifted her high and almost parallel to her shoulders, and then rushed out more than ten yards...

A beautiful ice left a faint trace of ice blue in the air. Four Japanese mages held their necks at the same time, and their scattered pupils were filled with fear and confusion. There was a faint trace in their throats that could hardly be seen, and no drop of blood splashed out. At the moment when their throats were cut, the bone-thawing ice air emitted by the beauty under the moon frozen the blood in their throats to death.

Then, four critical damage values ​​of up to 160,000 floated up from their foreheads at the same time, and then, they planted the roof on their backs in an incredible gaze.

Before these petrified Japanese players could come back to their senses, the trembling but inaudible sound of splitting sounds sounded again.

Then six Japanese mages and priests planted the roof with their necks like four companions they had just gone to the battlefield to report.

The killing scene was very strange, because there was no blood, not even a drop. They didn't even know how Lan Yumian killed ten companions in an instant. Several faint traces of ice left in the air, plus those damage values ​​of more than 100,000, the fear of the unknown began to ravage their confidence and fighting spirit again.

“10:0, come on, man in the smoke.”

Lan Yumian was very serious about encouraging his opponents to the competition. Although he felt that his sincerity was lacking, it was very sarcastic.

It's very hot to smoke without fire, and the weapons are incomparable. He knew that the beauty of the moon was a terrifying existence, and his attack was higher than Ye Feng's Kaitian. What he was angry about was that his overall equipment was inferior to Lan Yumian. As a result, the slight gap between him and Lan Yumian in operation was widened infinitely. At the same time, he launched a surprise attack, and he fell behind seven or eight positions in less than a few seconds.

Damn, I will concentrate on being a thief in the future and compare it with the whole set of pure thief traps.

This can only be said in my heart, and he shouted it out loudly at Miss Amian, and he was determined not to dare.

As soon as he got angry, he started to go wild without smoking. As soon as he entered the crowd, the dagger with his hands immediately began to fly, and his movements were fast and tricky. How could these Japanese players, whose strength was a thousand miles away from their peak, still be able to judge his attack intention.

They could only see their companions being approached, and then black flames and blood lights intertwined, with a minimum of 60,000 damage values ​​added, floating out in the bursting blood mist.

Smoking without fire is not like Lan Yumian, but he will pick the Japanese player's neck and cut it. He will hit him and poke him hard. The splashing blood immediately splashed his leather armor.

After two stabs, he didn't even look at it. He immediately floated his body to attack the next target. In just a few seconds, seven corpses fell behind him.

The attack power of smoking without fire was much worse than that of Lan Yumian, but he held two epic daggers of level 100, and was able to kill these Japanese cloth armors with ease. Basically, it was a single knife. The second knife he added was purely to vent his anger and was seriously suspected of whipping the corpse.

Although the two of them were as fast as ghosts, they were very selective in killing targets. They only killed mages, warlocks, priests, and hunters, and other professions with excessive automatic dodging attributes were spared by them. It was not that they did not dare to kill them, but that they were wasting time and affecting efficiency. Anyway, there were flying eagle archers in the streets to deal with them, and there were two low-altitude air riders behind them. These hunters were definitely unable to escape the end of being shot and torn apart.

...

In less than two minutes, the roof, which was nearly 300 yards long, was penetrated by two people. The unplanned corpses behind them lay all over the roof, and the blood flowed down the eaves like a stream.

The Shadow Dance Thieves do not have several killing skills, but their killing speed is several times faster than the turret mage at this moment, and they can also cut through each other in seconds with accurate judgment.

Japanese players never knew that thieves could kill people like this, and they didn't know that thieves could also be as powerful as heavy armored warriors, charging forward to the enemy formation, and being domineering as a tiger into a flock of sheep.

They felt that their professional view had been completely subverted, and that deep sense of frustration hit their hearts hard. They were still thieves, and they were clearly two demons.

Don’t talk about intercepting attacks, the fast speed is simply two ghosts that are shot in their eyes. Even the landing point of the other person’s running attack is nonsense.

If you can't stop it or stop it, you can only stretch your neck and wait for the killing and let others slaughter it.

...

Suddenly, three more mages fell to the ground, Lan Yumian paused slightly, and more than twenty Japanese players around him seemed to have seen the real Shura Killing God, and their faces were filled with horror and turned around and ran away.

"ah."

Lan Yumian was surprised, looked back and glanced at the rise of killing, smoking with blood all over his body without fire, and couldn't help but look down on him in anger.

"You butcher, are you a shadow dance or a bully? Do you understand art? There is no poetic meaning of killing people. My sister is really ashamed to be with you."

Smoking without fire: "..."
Chapter completed!