To Wang Xiaofeng's surprise, the sheep transformation technique could not be used on the big eyeball, and the system determined that both sides were too strong.

The Eye of Storm has 80% health, triggers the skill's death light, and the black ray begins to shoot at 360 degrees without dead angles. Players on the altar of 100 meters are in evasive, and directly reduces the damage of percentage of blood, so that the entire team can collectively half of the blood.

The three priests handed over the Holy Light Shining, barely offsetting this wave of damage. Those who were not bombed by the Holy Light focused on taking care of the healing technique, and the whole scene was not chaotic. Wang Xiaofeng and Water Method focused on treating the vermilion tears. The amount of healing between the two was completely enough, which pulled back the blood volume of the Knight Beauty.

The double defense of three hundred was extremely powerful under the butcher knife of a group of guys who were attacking about four hundred. In less than ten minutes, the BOSS's health reached nearly 50%.

Wang Xiaofeng felt something, and let everyone disperse their positions, reminding them to be careful of the ultimate move, but he was still caught off guard by the "pupil mirror image".

A white light slammed, and it seemed that there was a mirror standing on one side of the Eye of Storm. A glimpse of light and shadow appeared with a symmetrical eyeball. Two spiritual shocks directly knocked the beautiful woman into half blood.

A dead light suddenly bloomed in the pupils of the Storm Eye's body. Wang Xiaofeng's healing technique came late, and the beauty next door fell to the ground without saying a word.

The pupils of the Storm Eye's body were swept horizontally, and the dead light swept back again, knocking the group of people into half blood again.

"Group therapy! Spread!"

A group of people were slightly stunned. Should the group therapy be allowed to spread? When releasing the group therapy, they should be in a dense position. Wouldn't it waste a lot of healing? Several holy lights washed away, and before they could react, they saw the black light turning into the mirror eye and shooting into the rotation of the mirror eye pupils.

It seemed as if it had lit a torch, and it seemed like it was playing with ray relay. When the mirror eye turned its pupils slightly, the sweeping death light made Wang Xiaofeng's face dark. What made it worse was the spiritual impact released by the Eye of Storm.

The sheep-changing technique was placed on himself. If he could survive, he could save some. The white lights around him rose, and the team's avatar was immediately darkened halfway.

After turning into a sheep, the two big eyes became more and more terrifying, and some red light flashed in the two pupils without any emotion, which made Wang Xiaofeng sigh.

Peng! The Sheep Change Technique can only give him a few hundred health limits, but it can't withstand the mental impact of more than 800 damage, especially the two crossings.

Wang Xiaofeng and the half of the people who were dying in lingered directly. The promised Shenmu was not dead, but he was finally broken by two big eyes. However, he only lost all the current experience values ​​at level 36, which was not a heavy burden.

"The corpse runs away who have lost no more than 200,000 experience, please wait for me to come and save others."

A few words were deducted from the team channel, and nearly half of the people chose to run away silently. The first time the dungeon was destroyed, it was inevitable.

They were still sad, but they didn't know that at this time there were more than a thousand teams in the epic difficulty strategy, but they were all blocked in the [Jikong Killing Formation]. Only a few teams relied on various methods to pass the difficulty of the Wind Element's infinite ultimate move, but were entangled in the phantom and violence of the Bone Demon Tiger.

The soul of the corpse-running corpse appeared at the door of the dungeon, and it only took half a minute to come back. However, the one who had not corpse-running corpse watched helplessly as the eyeball coincided with his own mirror and his health returned to full value.

"How to fight this?" Jian Qijue was pulled up by Wang Xiaofeng for a lifetime and sighed, "You can play the limits of two ultimate moves, and someone must restrain the mental impact."

"Study a meeting to study tactics," Wang Xiaofeng smiled. It would take more than twenty minutes to rescue everyone lying on the ground, just for them to study countermeasures. "The last level is not so easy to pass."

"Good things are so good!" Hu Wei, who came back from running back, sighed, touched his chin and looked at the big eyeball more than ten meters away. It seemed that as long as they didn't do anything, it would focus on looking at the trajectory of life and had no time to pay attention to them.

I really ignore it? Hu Wei took a few steps forward carefully, and his head and brain turned into a thief. Twelve meters, ten meters, eight meters, nine meters, eight meters... I really ignore it?

"Hey! There is no boundary of hatred!" Hu Wei's shout made the dozen people who had just stood up turn their heads and look over, thinking that he had discovered something that shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods. But when he looked over, he was stunned, and swallowed his saliva in unison, turned around and fled to the edge of the altar.

Infected by his companion's movements, Hu Wei swallowed with some difficulty. He suddenly felt a gust of cold wind from behind and penetrated his collar, which instantly shocked countless hairs.

The facial muscles twitched slightly, and my neck turned stiffly to look at it, but I saw that the pupil that was more than his vertical cut area was, and there was that

A pink light shone in the pupils and scattered. In his eyes without any emotion, he read a sense of emotion - manic tyranny.

At the door of the epic difficulty copy, a group of souls appeared floating around, and they were several figures with the mercenary group of Shuangxiao Zhiling on their heads.

Shuang Leng Changhe frowned and said to the 'big brother' beside him in a soul state: "Give up." "Why?" "Now the equipment and attributes cannot be fought against, so I can't get through it at all. I can only wait for everyone to learn the powerful skills of this profession."

"Or," Hugen, who has always been taciturn, suddenly said: "Waiting for the shield battle level 35 has a shield wall."

The leader frowned slightly, and the gray scarf on her face covered most of her face. She finally nodded, "Go back and upgrade."

A group of people felt relieved and were carefully resurrected beside the giant *OSS, afraid that this huge wind element would start to be unexpectedly destroyed again. The group was destroyed three times, but without the battle, the loss was too serious.

Compared to other teams struggling and exploring the nearly ten thousand wind elements, they are already much lucky, at least forcing the boss of the first level.

The joint team of Fengyu Blood Fighting, which came from behind, was now working on studying tactics and the tactics of the last boss at the edge of the altar.

"When fifty percent, you must find someone to hold back the hatred," Jian Qijue insisted on his point of view. "Two times fifty percent, with one interval between them. As long as someone can survive two mental shocks, there will be no problem."

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head and vetoed: "If you can withstand it once, don't withstand it for the second and third time, especially the BOSS may release its ultimate move without limit in the final stage."

"Percent blood is not easy to deal with." Su Yao sighed, forcing a reduction technique at the critical moment, but still unable to get rid of the situation of death. "How hateful, yesterday's experience was in vain."

"It's really not easy to deal with," Zhu Hongzhilei glanced at his subordinates around him, "What are you going to do?" A group of people stared at each other and finally shrugged.

"Brother is alive again!" Hu Wei yelled in the team channel, stood up in a daze next to his giant eyes, and hurriedly ran over with his waist, his face full of fear.

The young couple was on the side with a deep affection, which made Feng Kuang, who envied others, lit up his eyes, "Didn't we avoid the attack just now? What is the casting distance of the black light?"

"Full screen." A charming sentence was spoken gently, "The cylinder with a diameter of two meters swept across without dead corners."

Hu Biao put forward a constructive opinion, "Uh, why don't we try to dance high?" Several girls in long skirts replied in unison: "Dance your sister!"

Sun Yue suddenly spoke, "If there was only one black light, could it be passed?"

Wang Xiaofeng pondered, with a look of thought in his eyes, and he pondered: "Calculate the angle? Or block it?" Sun Yue nodded from the side and said: "You can try it all."

"Uh, Sister Yiren, what are they talking about?"

"At the angle, the dead light begins at the position of the first hatred target, and the direction of the strafing is clockwise, ending to the mirror position." The charming explanation made the person in the clouds and fog a little dizzy. "We can avoid a strafing as long as we stand in the counterclockwise direction of the first hatred target."

The dwarf flashed his big eyes, which was a little difficult to understand. In the end, he could only look at Yanyu with the giant girl.

"And," Wang Xiaofeng also straightened out his own ideas at this time, "We can arrange people to block between the mirror and the body to see if they can block the transmission of dead light."

"This may be a bit difficult," Zhu Hongzhichi shook his head, suddenly glanced at the giant girl, and then looked at Wang Xiaofeng with a smile on his face, and immediately realized.
Chapter completed!