“Did with the wind!”

Wang Xiaofeng seemed to have not heard of it, and stood there as if he was stupid, with a cold expression on his face, and the white robe on his body swayed with the wind in the forest; the fire stick in his hand was on the ground, as if he had no strength to raise. The little wolf cub lay at his feet, whimpering a few times, struggling to stand up.

He squatted down silently and picked up the wolf cub. At the moment the system prompt sounded, he silently read the permission. The gray-white little wolf turned into a bracelet and put it on his wrist. Facing the more than twenty aggressive Nine Heavenly players coming over, Wang Xiaofeng lowered his head slightly and let them surround him without making any moves.

"Haha, you run away with the wind! Why don't you run away this time?" A soldier grimly with his lips, and the one-handed sword in his hand was inserted hard by his feet. "Today I will let you know how death is written!" "I have disliked him for a long time, so I killed him!" "Dare you still dare to steal the monster?" "Kneel down and call grandpa, brothers may be happy..."

"Get out." He said this word coldly, but in return he only sneered a few times around him, and he was cold. The players of the Nine Heavens slowly retreated closer to the surroundings, and some of them were as content as the cats and mice. He was preparing to dismember the intern priest who provoked their guild again and again.

"Stop," a level seven-level mage took a step forward and reached out to signal the players around to stop. He was the senior executive of the Nine Heaven who had just commanded the battle situation and was quite prestigious in the meeting. He stood three meters in front of Wang Xiaofeng, "I will introduce first, I am the vice president of the Nine Heavens. I will fight with me one by one, do you dare?"

Wang Xiaofeng raised his lower eyes slightly, without saying a word, but there was a little flame burning in his eyes. The face of the Aozhe Jiuzhongtian darkened. He regarded the other party's silence as contempt for himself. He raised his staff in his hand and a magic missile hit Wang Xiaofeng's right shoulder.

"If you win, I can make the decision today and not kill you."

-34's red damage floated up, and the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe couldn't help but be shocked by the magic defense and blood volume of this level 8 priest.

It seemed that he was hurt by a missile. The fire stick in Wang Xiaofeng's hand raised slightly, and a holy light bullet hit Aozhe's chest, taking away his sixty-four o'clock, nearly one-quarter of his blood.

What?! The face of the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe stumbled, and he opened the battle prompt in disbelief. The primary holy light bomb... sixty-four points of damage? The staff was horizontal, and his hands began to rub the fireball technique. The initial reading time of the fireball technique was three seconds, which was the same as the cooldown time of the holy light bomb.

Wang Xiaofeng stood quietly, the holy light bomb had already cooled but had not been released, as if waiting to see the damage of the Ninth Heaven Fireball Technique of the Aozhe. The latter sneered, and the formed fireball Technique locked on Wang Xiaofeng's chest and smashed it out directly. The bright red 86-point damage floated up, and the players around him cheered.

The Ninth Heaven of Aozhe frowned, and some unknown reason why the opponent's holy light bomb was still not fired. The three-second cooling time had already ended.

Waiting for death if you accept your fate? Or do you look down on his second injury with your own treatment? With a cold snorting, another fireball technique in the Ninth Heaven of Aozhe took shape and threw it out at Wang Xiaofeng.

With the bang, Wang Xiaofeng was already half blood, and there were two scorch marks on the plain white coarse cloth robe. A little anger flashed in the Ninth Heaven's eyes, and a little disdainful, and looked down on Wang Xiaofeng's non-resistance.

Don't resist? The third fireball hit Wang Xiaofeng's chest. The priest with only seventy points of blood was left, as if he had woken up like a dream. He looked up at the Nine Heavens of the Aozhe, his face was cold and calm, and Bo Ran was not shocked.

The latter was originally sneering, but he was slightly stunned. He read a trace of coldness that made his heart palpitations in those cold eyes.

Wang Xiaofeng took a step forward, taking it very leisurely, with a faint sense of fatigue in the leisure, as if the general who was tired of fighting dragged his remaining body to the end of death.

"Go to die!" The Ninth Heaven of Aozhe was inexplicably angry. Facing the man who was close at hand, the fireball technique in his hand smashed out fiercely.

Sixteen points of blood! The blood bar above Wang Xiaofeng's head was only sixteen points of blood! The Aozhe looked at the still cold eyes, for some reason, and the feeling of palpitations became more and more obvious. The staff in his hand raised, and he silently thought of magic flying in his heart...

What!?

The Nine Heavens of the Aozhe looked blankly at the empty ground in front of him. The system prompted that the target was not in sight and the magic missile could not be released.

Everyone said that the authorities were confused, and the bystanders were clear, but the players around the Ninth Heaven did not see Wang Xiaofeng's movements clearly.

It seemed as if it was just a simple step, turned around, and the empty blood priest strangely surrounded the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe.

Step! The two thief players around him widened their eyes. This is... the Death Lotus Step of the Poison Thieves! No, no, it is not as strange as the Death Lotus Step. This priest seemed to have just taken a random step, elegant and natural, making people feel that the Nine Heavens of the Aozhe turned around and gave their back to their opponents.

"Be careful!" The reminder around was obviously a little late. Before Aozhe Jiutian responded in a brief daze, he felt a heavy impact on the nest of his left leg by a heavy object; when the left leg was weak, he would kneel on one knee uncontrollably.

"Behind you!" "Be careful!"

"Shut up!" The kneeling Aozhe Jiushen Tian scolded the hatred. The players around him were silent for a moment, and could only stare at the close combat between the two cloth armored professions.

Not considered a war.

The kneeling Aozhe Jiuzhongtian was about to stand up as soon as he struggled hard. The wooden stick in Wang Xiaofeng's hand hit his back hard. The former only felt a numbness on his back, and his whole body was drained for a while, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. The five points of damage floating seemed to be a satire on Wang Xiaofeng's physical attack, and also seemed to be a silent mockery of the players around Jiuzhongtian.

The wooden staff raised, and a holy light bullet hit the neck of the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe. The purple words "-89" floated up, and the seventh-level mage's blood volume was only the last thirty points left.

A milky white light shone, and the blood volume of the Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe recovered to eighty points. Wang Xiaofeng glanced slightly, and a level 4 priest who couldn't help but take action subconsciously lowered his head and took two steps back.

Wang Xiaofeng took a step back silently, and looked at the other party tremblingly up on the ground with a calm expression. "Ah!" The Ninth Heaven of Aozhe was like a dying hungry wolf, struggling to get up, covered in mud, and roared at the surroundings with a ferocious expression: "Get out of here! Whoever intervenes will let me die!"

The players around were captured by his madness and took a few steps back together.

He wore a rough air, gritted his teeth and raised the staff in his hand to the priest in front of him, "Magic flying..."

Ding! The system prompts that the target is not in the field of vision and cannot release the magic missile.

What? The familiar sourness spread on his back again. The Nine Heavens figure of Aozhe fell forward uncontrollably, but he felt the collar of his back being tightly grasped... A violent pain came from the back of his head, and the dizziness instantly swallowed his mind...

More than 20 players emerged from the forest, and the unified "bloody battle" prefix above the heads indicated that the more than a dozen people who were about to take away from the Ninth Heaven had been wiped out. In the early stage of the game, in the era of whiteboards without the main skills of each profession, group battles mainly rely on the advantage of numbers.

"Go up! Let's go to their priests first! Kill..." The sound of blood war wildly giving orders was slightly interrupted, and he stared blankly at the venue surrounded by more than 20 players from the Nine Heavens; the young priest in the empty blood was constantly waving the fire sticks, and the twitching figure of the vice president of the Nine Heavens who was lying on the ground.

"Ah!" The Nine Heavens of Aozhe who was lying on the ground pounded the ground hard. The wooden stick that was constantly whipping away was not only his blood.

He screamed angrily, like a dying beast: "Kill me!" Bang! The wooden stick hit his head hard, and a violent pain poured into his mind, when more of it was the shame of grief and anger...

Some players around them unconsciously tightened the weapons in their hands, staring blankly at the wooden stick hitting the head, back, and neck of their vice president. They listened to the patient but painful humming from time to time; they held the weapons in their hands tightly, but moved backward from time to time.

A pair of straw sandals appeared in the vision of the Ninth Heaven of Ao Shi. He raised his head with difficulty, but could not understand the emotions written on the quiet face.

Disdain? Mocking? Without a trace of the winner's smile, without a trace of the imagined pity... Looking at each other, he seemed to hear a collapse sound...

"Tell you the president," Wang Xiaofeng spoke slightly, explaining indifference with indifference, and stepped on the neck of the Ninth Heaven of Aozhe. It seemed that he could crush the fragile neck with just one force. "You kill me, I will destroy him, and if you dare to touch my people, I will destroy your guild."

Without waiting for the wooden stick to knock down, the body of the Ninth Heaven suddenly turned into fox powder with a sound of bulb.

The players around him widened their eyes in disbelief - novices died without punishment, and they were forced to reduce the level of downline in wartime by one!

The Ninth Heaven of the Aozhe chose to force the offline, and the whimper was like a bolt from the blue blew up in the minds of the players around.

When did the top 100 vice presidents of the wizards in the vocational play rankings, the Nine Heavens Aozhe Legend, who had almost never lost, turn into a Pengfu fan in this way...

Several warrior players resisted and watched the empty blood priest come, but no one handed out the weapons in their hands. They made way for a path and watched him leave, with a little confusion on their faces from time to time.

Destroy people... At this moment, Wang Xiaofeng, with a little cold face in his indifference, just like the poisonous thief who was late at night...

"Big, uncle, do we want to get on?" "Go... forget it, come back," Xue Zhan wildly looked at the figure who disappeared in the forest, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, "It's useless to kill them, it's better not to kill them."

"Hmm? How could that happen?" "Tsk," Uncle Wild glared at the thief, and the latter nodded nodded. "I can't understand even if I tell you!" Uncle Wild sighed, "I'm afraid that boy Aozhe will not be able to survive in the future. Let's go and go back to upgrade."

"What's wrong with this!" The little thief chased after him with some dissatisfaction, "Isn't it just left a shadow on him? By the way, the master's appearance just now was so scary." "That's called momentum, just like the uncle's domineering a king, and Brother Suifeng's murderous aura is a killer, how about it, it makes you feel."

"Uncle is mighty! Domineering!" "Good boy, bonus will be given at the end of the month." "Uncle is mighty! Uncle is rippling!" "Get out! The bonus is gone!"

Wang Xiaofeng climbed up the crooked tree just now, leaned on the trunk and gently closed his eyes and focused his mind. After three or two breaths, the opened eyes had regained a little clearness, no indifference, no murderous aura, but only a little depressed.

I looked at the ground and worried that the height was not enough and climbed up a few steps... A sigh rang out of the forest, and with the sound of heavy objects falling, the forest returned to silence.
Chapter completed!