Quiet, the pinnacles of white flames burning out of thin air silently, making the entire dark space echo at that time only the footsteps made by Wang Xiaofeng, and the deliberately suppressed breathing.

He seemed to be walking aimlessly, ensuring that there were flames at every angle around him. Only in this way could Wang Xiaofeng take a step forward. He had already added a few bottles of blue medicine in his hand to ensure that his magic value would not be consumed too much by the Starlight Divine Eye, and always remained at the 80% horizontal line. Because the perspective angle was close enough and the field of vision was narrow, the consumption of Starlight Divine Eye at this time was a little dispensable and not severe.

Wang Xiaofeng knew that the other party did not want to be exposed in advance, because the system defined the poisonous thief as a missed one blow and flew thousands of miles away... This was once the essence of the most opening chapter of his lesson plan, and it was also the most basic principle of all poisonous thieves who like to assassinate.

If the enemy is an imaginary system, the opponent knows a few control skills on Wang Xiaofeng very well, the poisonous thief must first control Wang Xiaofeng to death. If he is allowed to backhand, he will fall into an endless battle until one of the two sides can't hold on. Such a victory or defeat should be 55. The system master obviously does not allow this, if he also has thinking or senses.

After walking a few more steps, although Wang Xiaofeng seemed to be walking endlessly, there are always two of the three steps to move in one direction, firm and lasting. When Wang Xiaofeng approached the last level, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was a complacent smile, and it was also a mocking smile, mocking the other party for not adding enough intelligence without realizing his true intentions.

This room is not big, and it seems that it doesn't take many steps to reach a length of more than 20 meters. Wang Xiaofeng seems to be seducing the other party to fight, and it seems to have ulterior motives. He has ulterior motives? Of course, he has ulterior motives. Wang Xiaofeng has not planned to fight head-on with the other party since the beginning. If there is a simpler way to enter the ninth floor, he doesn't mind letting the other party smoke in seven orifices.

His method is very simple, and it is also a kind of attempt. He can directly push open the stone gate on the ninth floor. It is obvious that the gatekeeper will not drop props such as keys, and there is no mechanism or magic. It should be theoretically possible for Wang Xiaofeng to go in like this.

After Wang Xiaofeng took a long dozen steps, he approached the two stone doors. The poisonous thief controlled by the system finally reacted and rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng on several flames, as if he wanted to stop Wang Xiaofeng from pushing the door and running away.

A comrade kept his viewing angle and did not react too quickly. When the bright red damage of the three ‘-1’ appeared, he had already locked in the figure behind him. He turned around quickly, and the rapid chanting of the notebook. At the poisonous dagger, only a few centimeters away from Wang Xiaofeng, the other party's puff turned into a gray lamb with a bleat unwillingly.

Wang Xiaofeng swept his sleeves, without taking away a cloud, reached out and pushed open the tightly closed stone door, and walked in.

There was no system prompt, Wang Xiaofeng didn't care about any rewards he received because he did not defeat the boss who was guarding the gate. He continued to walk in the dark and long corridor, sprinkled with sparks all the way.

When the system prompted that he had entered the ninth level, Wang Xiaofeng stopped and took the time to look at the pass records posted by the various "experts" on the forum. As he expected, the sixth level blocked 60% of the players, and the seventh level and the eighth level screened out truly powerful masters. Now only a hundred people know that they can enter the eighth level.

But after the eighth level, no one has produced a report card to show off his achievements. Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but frown. This was a bit wrong with what he expected. At least some of the people he knew should pass the eighth level at this time. The cloth armor profession encountered poisonous thieves and dark environments, and the heavy armor profession should encounter priests or holy light knights with healing amounts. In general, the difficulty he challenged was too great, and some thieves and warriors should be able to break through the siege...

Restraining his confusion, Wang Xiaofeng calmly took the screenshot of the ninth layer map prompt on the forum post.

Will he tell himself that the eighth level is being mixed up? Appropriately high-profile to cultivate sentiment is not a low-key show-off.

There was a little light in front of me, and cheers sounded in my ears. Wang Xiaofeng looked up and looked at me. Unconsciously, he accelerated a few minutes and rushed out of the stone corridor that was hundreds of meters long.

The cheers came to an abrupt end, and the light gradually softened. In an idle and brand new arena, there was an island in the sky, and people could be seen flying. Is that the Hall of Gods? Or the last meaning of the Tower of Heaven? Wang Xiaofeng didn't know.

bite!

System prompts: Tower of Heaven, Nine-level Heaven! Defeat the last enemy, you will get the opportunity to face the bright stars of that year and challenge them to seize the throne!

Wang Xiaofeng took a breath, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came from the empty venue. There were countless stands around him, but there was no abandonment here because the grass he was stepping on had obvious signs of correction.

Where is his opponent?

A beam of light gave him the best answer. The beam of light slowly falling in the island in the sky, the pure white light was like a collection of holy lights, and it also had a relaxing aura. Wang Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and suddenly had a bad premonition.

A young man, or to be precise, a young priest appeared on the grass more than ten meters away from him. His bright eyes, slightly handsome sword eyebrows, familiar public face, and a slightly lazy smile. It was like a mirror erecting in front of him, standing inside him, a self with a blood volume of over 50,000...

System prompts: Only by defeating yourself can you truly stand on the opposite side of the gods; only by breaking through yourself can you be regarded as the most powerful sacrifice! As the wind passes, you are not invincible in front of you, although he has everything you have.

Wang Xiaofeng scratched his chin and added a message to the exciting system: 'He also has everything I don't have'.

Damn, double the attributes? The skills are exactly the same? You won’t die if you don’t commit suicide, but Wang Xiaofeng obviously feels that he has been plotted to commit suicide.

Holy Light Bomb! Holy Light Punishment! Healing Technique!

Holy Light Bomb! Holy Light Punishment! Healing Technique!

Wang Xiaofeng carefully calculated that the opponent should have a delay of about one-third of a second, which is completely negligible.

But Wang Xiaofeng, the last healing technique, did not overflow at all, but overflowed more than half of the opposition... This is not a good thing, it only means that the outputs on both sides are not proportional at all.

Wang Xiaofeng squatted on the ground with a melancholy look on his face, and he just stood there lightly, using Wang Xiaofeng's most indifferent and sarcastic smile on weekdays to hook up the anger in a comrade's heart.

After all, there is no solution to this question.

He stood up and threw out a holy light. When the holy light flew to the other party, a ball of exactly the same holy light also hit Wang Xiaofeng. Two fluffy sounds, the two white lambs blew at each other, but then Wang Xiaofeng could only watch the other party stand up without tears, and he could only wait for two more seconds tragically.

The strength gap is too large, and the opponent's sheep transformation technique is obviously better than his own.

Hum? Wang Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He pointed at the other party and smiled badly. Tsk, Brother Xiaoyang can't take you yet?

The Holy Soul Burns!

The Holy Soul Burns!

The health volume began to decrease at a pace of two percent every three seconds. The notebook's quality quarter broke through to Zijin, and the skill effect was also enhanced. This is a self-harm skill that decreased according to the percentage of blood volume. Seeing the opponent's health volume starting to decrease every two percent, Wang Xiaofeng had an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

But my fingers touched a bottle of advanced blood medicine in my backpack...

Fighting with me is so funny.

Fifty percent, thirty percent, twenty percent, ten percent!

Both began to flash blood. Wang Xiaofeng felt nervous and looked at the other party with a desperate look at the place where he died without a burial... There is no difficulty in overcoming himself. Long live his intelligence!

Six percent, four percent, two percent! Take blood medicine! Cancel the skill!

Wang Xiaofeng paused, and light burst out in front of his eyes. It was not his use of skills, it was a series of actions that the opponent suddenly burst out.

Healing technique! Healing technique! Great purification technique!

Damn! I was cheated by the system! The other party is not imitating skills, he is just teasing himself. Damn it.
Chapter completed!