Wang Xiaofeng's unconventional skills will naturally be available, and there are quite a few. If his skill list is published to the public, I wonder how many young people can blind their eyes full of expectations and wishes for the future...

Eight seconds, this time is not long or short, but it can also reflect his holy light fit indirectly. It is a bit irritating to say that the holy light fit is a bit irritating, which can be simply understood as the strength of the target's inner filth.

Hope Sleep is also an auxiliary skill, which affects the players around you, but does not inject it into a self-defense counterattack. When the green characters sway the last melody, the spa with its neck tilted opened its closed eyes.

To be fair, Kong Shuyue's reaction was quite timely, but no matter how fast his reaction was, the blood recovery skills of the spa were all chanting and casting for half a second.

It can do a lot of things in half a second, which can allow Wang Xiaofeng to release a skill, and also allow a holy light to completely swallow the sky-breaking moon. The rolling light waves seem to be the essence, extinguishing the standing hostile target like a wave.

The light ball of the Holy Light Bomb is blurred and the light tail of the Holy Light Punishment sways, but they are all covered by the bursting aperture, and they are gone without the glory they should have.

Great purification technique!

A headscarf floated slightly, and the handsome elf man holding the staff slowly lay down on his back. The disbelief and final anger on his face made the light and shadow around him fall into a sharply contrasting slowness.

The blooming of the halo suddenly turned out that the surrounding air lost its color. It was like the last glory of the sunset on the sea, and it bloomed with the last brilliance between the world. When the light disappeared, it was left with a figure lying on the ground, which caused the belated exclamations of the players around it.

"Group, group, group attack magic?" "What ultimate move?" "Dad's counterattack?"

The wind swelled and the clouds stopped, Wang Xiaofeng's back walked towards the city gate was imprinted in everyone's eyes, revealing a different kind of bleakness.

Several Kong Saiyue's confidants looked at each other and locked in the man's back. He hesitated a little, and had already let the wind pass into the safety line of the city.

“Did with the wind!”

A sound of reap made Wang Xiaofeng turn his head and look, but Kong Saiyue was resurrected by his subordinates' bare milk, pointing at his back and glaring.

Disobeying? The sneer at the corner of his mouth is the best response, and the disdain at the corner of his eyes is the best portrayal of his heart at this moment.

If you fall down coolly, "What's the point of being defeated?", Wang Xiaofeng's path to pretending to be thirteen will come to a perfect end. But, Wang Xiaofeng stopped his pace in surprise, turned around in a terrible way, and asked in a very ordinary tone.

“What’s the point?”

"You..." Kong Saiyue's fingers trembled. I don't know if it was because of her weakness after resurrection or because of her anger that made her cry, the sound of her shouting was a little trembling. "I don't accept it, do you dare to compete with me again."

As usual, I asked: "One fight or group fight?"

"Single! Group fight!" Kong Saiyue yelled with gritted teeth, causing hundreds of thousands of players inside and outside the city to whisper.

The players around him looked at each other in a daze, wondering whether they should persuade the rich man, or express their firm position and scene in time and seek more financial resources.

If you can't beat the single, you will fight together. This guy's face is so thick that he can be as decisive as the length of the Badaling Great Wall. However, a group of players still took the attitude of not watching the bastards, showed the audience's due qualities and looked at everything that appeared on the edge of the city gate.

"Group fight?" Wang Xiaofeng touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something, and the figure behind him walked forward a few steps and gradually surged out of the city gate.

"I have to admit it," a daddy now didn't want to be bored when she first came. She abused the rookie and felt much smoother. "Power and money are also part of her personal strength."

The left hand was slightly raised, and the old brother behind him stopped his movements, and he was a little confused about what Wang Xiaofeng was going to do next. A dad shook his head slightly, "You can fight, no matter whether you have to die or suffer, you can't keep the corpse."

"Of course!" Kong Saiyue's mouth was a little sneered, and hundreds of wind and rain elites gathered around her began to wander and gather, quickly looking for their own position under the command of the leaders of various elite groups. "Then, the number of people on both sides cannot be limited."

As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately caused a huge response around him. It should be moved by his ignorance and fearlessness.

"Shameless is shameless. Why is this guy not masculine?"

"The Goddess answered him! We are all in your group! Who is afraid of whom!"

"Damn it! Just don't like this little guy, he's even more shameless than me."

A group of bloody men raised their weapons and supported them, but except for a few people standing up behind the hundreds of night owls, the few who shouted the loudest disappeared.

Wang Xiaofeng responded to the challenge and said nothing more; the wind and rain array retreated dozens of meters, allowing the people behind him to line up the array.

"Thirty-hundred Night Owls are nothing more than that."

Kong Saiyue's sneer was a little proud. These so-called fame and brotherly feelings are still no match for her own empty promises. People are evil in nature, and no one is not greedy for money and sex. Those brotherly feelings that are lying are just a product of the poor secretion of hormones.

In terms of quantity, the advantage of two-on-one is two-on-one. The well-trained elite group faces a hundred famous masters and a hundred mobs. No matter how you look at it, it is all his winning chances.

But the night owl formation lined up in one line, the quiet face and the mountain-like aura made him a little frightened. This temperament, which is not strong in reality, is even more terrifying under the rendering and portrayal of the virtual world. No matter how the expert defines the rules, these people can definitely afford the title of these two words.

I don’t know if it was him who could see that the wind and rain players around him were also concentrating and deep voices, which was far from the other party’s calmness.

Suddenly, I felt that I had little chance of winning, and the private chat never stopped from beginning to end. The wind and rain players in the city were squeezed and unable to come out. The players who were searching for the Seven Sages outside the city rushed here one after another.

"Absolutely, start fighting."

Wang Xiaofeng's lazily voice came, which made the spirit of the players around him tense again.

Start a fight? How to start a fight? Who will take action first? There will be a chaotic battle right away?

Hu Wei and the gods descended to earth to take a few steps forward at the same time, locking Wang Xiaofeng's figure behind him; healing and output professions took the initiative to take a step back, and melee and thick players took a step forward.

Kong Saiyue raised the scepter in her right hand, and the Adam's apple trembled a little before the person noticed it. He was about to start a chaotic battle, or a chaotic battle that could be remembered forever.

"superior……"

"etc!"

In short, someone wants to stand up and shout to keep people under the knife during the execution, which is in line with the twists and turns of the story and the bloody needs.

A embarrassed figure squeezed out from the crowd of people in the city gate, cursed and straightened his collar, and glared at the player behind him. "Who kicked me just now!"

A group of people was silent, so naturally no one carried forward the tradition and took the initiative to admit their mistakes. The bloody war, who was in a serious manner, walked to Wang Xiaofeng with his hands on his back and patted the young man who smiled at him. "It's not that our president doesn't help you, she has to think too much."

"Yes." Wang Xiaofeng nodded, reached out and pounded the uncle's shoulder, "Thank you."

"Brother Xiaofeng! We're here!" The sweet sound of Xiao Su Yao attracted the players around him to look over. The dwarf girl sitting on the shoulder of the giant girl, and smiled extremely sweetly.

Or, that's the charm of contrast.

Su Yao, charming, Zhicheng Shangxiang, I don’t know how they bumped into each other, rushed out of the crowd as the giant girl opened her way and joined the battle sequence.

Kong Saiyue couldn't help but frown. The middle-level management of the former Fengyu fell into the side where he passed by the wind, which must have had some negative impact on his morale and public opinion.

"And I."

The cold voice had a different charm. Wang Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the city gate again. The owner of the voice was naturally very familiar with him. If Kong Saiyue was a fighter in the little white face, then this guy was definitely an aircraft carrier in the little white face...

Frost Leng Changhe, a level 41 earth mage, executive president of Shuang Xiaozhiling. Since Shuang Xiaozhiling was brought to the table, he has gradually appeared in the world's sight and is praised by female players as a generation of elf male gods.

There are few people who can stop him because countless female players have already fought for him.

"Thank you." Wang Xiaofeng nodded, and gave a lot of emotion to thank him. Shuang Leng Changhe shook his head slightly, "The third brother is our brother."

After waved, there were a lot of insults coming from the city cave, because a group of players formed a queue and rushed around the player group.
Chapter completed!