His legs were sore and his chest was blocked and stuffy. His irritable emotions invaded Wang Xiaofeng's will, and his deep feeling of fatigue eroded his little strength.

Jumping and shooting seems to have become an inertia. Regardless of the profession that locks the target, the Holy Light Bomb and Holy Light Punishment will continue to cool down after cooling down.

The army of residual blood behind him did not decrease significantly. In three minutes, more than a dozen Nine-level players who had red eyes gritted their teeth and vowed to crush the dad in front of him to ashes.

I looked up and poured a bottle of blue medicine. I don’t have to worry about the magic value for the time being; but the holy light shield on my head kept flashing, protecting Wang Xiaofeng, who was worried about the last two hundred points of durability.

The players behind him saw the dawn of victory and kept urging the mage and archers to release magic missiles and ordinary arrows; although the shield has the effect of reducing damage, the durability of more than 200 points is only a few rounds of volleys behind him.

bite!

A shiny white light suddenly burst out from the light shield of the holy light shield, but it could only turn into fluorescent light in the sound of glass shattering, dissipating in the air filled with gunpowder smell.

"It exploded! It exploded!" "Damn! The warrior charges!" "He was instantly!"

"I'll go," Wang Xiaofeng exhaled, turned his head and faced the rushing warrior. At the warrior's charge distance, he would definitely not be able to escape without the protection of the Holy Light Redemption.

But not being able to escape does not mean that one will accept one's fate. After all, the great revolutionary pioneers used their blood to tell future generations a truth.

Kill one without compensation, kill two more and make money.

Wang Xiaofeng has made three or four of them today, and he doesn't mind expanding his results before he is brave enough to be executed.

The five warriors were half-blooded when they jumped without distinguishing their targets. Two of them even hid behind the mage for a while. They were actually unable to withstand Wang Xiaofeng's holy light damage after recovering from blood medicine alone.

If the Holy Light Shield has more light shields, it is still unknown who will win.

The five soldiers launched a charge at the same time, which was also slightly spectacular, turning into five brilliant lights and shadows, leaving behind five afterimages of various colors. A few tragic shouts exaggerated the inexplicable tragic heroism.

Holy Light Punishment! Holy Light Bullet!

The target locked the swordsman who charged the fastest, took a light breath, and calmed down, preparing for his last try.

The light of Fireball Technique is still bright during the day, and the slight coldness of Ice Archery is like a chilly spring breeze, preparing the preferential treatment of the Ninth Heaven of Ice and Fire for a branch of wintersweet.

When a person's mind is fully concentrated, the illusion of time slowing down occasionally appears. In fact, it is not an illusion. In order to further render the battle scene and give players a different combat experience, the game system often reflects the moment of life and death in the form of slow release on the player's brain.

For the system master who can adjust the time ratio between reality and virtual, doing this is easy and will not cause any damage to the player.

At this moment, the players present could clearly feel the slow release of their movements. Every movement of the Holy Light Sacrifice seemed to have been captured by someone, slowly and effortlessly.

A faint wave suddenly surged quietly in the depths of the earth, and black ripples slowly rippled on the soles of Wang Xiaofeng's feet, like traces of stones that startled on the lake. Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously took two steps back, just glanced at the ground and looked at the rushing warrior again, thinking that the ripples on the ground were hallucinations arising from fatigue.

Under the charge, the distance of twenty meters was only a short two or three seconds. The world in his eyes suddenly slowly released, but it was not a "subtle" ability; he could clearly see the slow intersection between the swordsman and the two holy lights, and the hideous face of the swordsman before his death and the empty eyes at that moment.

I don’t know if I had the same expression when I died, but it should be more handsome than these swordsmen…

Wang Xiaofeng was slightly wrong and tried to hold his head and face the warrior's charge sideways. This posture can minimize the probability of dizziness.

The rustling sound at his feet attracted Wang Xiaofeng's attention. He had not finished his turn and his head turned around and looked a bit weird.

A wave of earth-colored waves suddenly gathered in front of him, like mushrooms springing out of the ground after a rain, and like a fountain that suddenly appeared, gushing muddy mud.

The four figures were only three meters away from Wang Xiaofeng. It seemed that as long as you stretch out your hand, you could catch the shoulders of the first-level person in the next moment.

But these three meters have become truly a place to go, abyss and ravines...

Rubbing! A two-meter-wide earth wall rose from the ground, and the gushing mud instantly solidified, splashing a little mud and blocking the four soldiers.

Fireball and Ice Archery came to an abrupt end, and the system prompted the target to be out of sight and could not be released.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the earth wall more than one meter high in front of him in a daze. After passing the earth wall, he could clearly see the change in the expression on the warrior's face, from sneering to horror, from pride to hideousness...

In just a short moment, his face changed three or four times in a row, which made the artists feel so sad. The four soldiers shouted and directly bumped into them with fearless spirit.

The sound of banging was endless. Wang Xiaofeng covered his face with his hands, covering some of the bumps of soil, and he turned sideways and the back of his hands felt a slight pain.

The charge of the four soldiers had been exhausted by this earth wall, and even knocked out two of them to death, fell into a stiff state and lay on their backs.

This is the real collision with the south wall...

"The sharpness of the earth is hidden in its broad mind, and the tenderness of the earth is not soothed by the blasphemers. Bearing the anger of the earth, this carries the great pricks of the body of you and others!"

A cold and low shout came to my ears and remembered Wang Xiaofeng turned his head to look. At some point, a slender elf wizard was standing in the forest on one side. The end of the staff in his hand was lightly bright, which was the light emitted when the magic elements condensed.

Today, the four soldiers who were in a state of stiffness were lying on the ground for the second time. With only a few puffs, the soldiers jumped up with their butts in their arms, and howled endlessly.

Looking at the bloody thorns, Wang Xiaofeng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, making him feel a little tight. The Holy Light Bomb harvested the life of a warrior like a "coffee table", which also allowed him to die early and be reincarnated early. Liberation is also excellent for him now.

"There is an ambush!"

The players in the Nine Heavens were in a mess, but they had already chased out of the fire and ignored the elf mage on one side; they still locked their target on Wang Xiaofeng, chanted magic, pulled the bowstring, and shot a few arrows first.

Without the warriors who can control people, Wang Xiaofeng was not afraid of the output of nine remaining blood. He was ready for healing and healing techniques, and healing techniques were ready at any time, and he had to start shooting head-on with him.

Suddenly, a powerful shout sounded in the forest, which attracted everyone to watch, "Human flesh missile!"

But a black shadow flew in the forest... It was really flying, like a hero playing the role of a movie with a wall, three meters above the ground, and his body turned around, shouting loudly, with extraordinary power: "I am the only one who kills all the unfair things in the world... Damn! My little sister, my face hits the ground first!"

The figure accurately hit the heads of a group of surviving blood, and another messy wave of flew into chaos; the man who "flying in" stood up with a gorgeous fish leap, and a terrifying sword appeared in his hand, coughed lightly, and continued his unfinished opening remark.

"I am the only one who proudly knows the Seven Swords! Who can stop my Seven Swords..."

Looking up at the thirty-six degrees, my eyes began to be melancholy, like Dugu Qiubai's arrogance, or like the loneliness of the East Forbidden... It was just that there was less open fire and more roughness.

The players looked at each other, and then glanced at a silencer with a look of silly eyes. The swordsman coughed lightly, and swung the sword in his hand to the forehead of a archer with a bloody mercy, without any mercy.

"In ancient times, there were three axes in Cheng, and three swords in Man; if you do heroic things in books, you should look at the Seven-Secret Sword!"

Peng! The heavy sword was placed accurately and quickly on the forehead of the archer. For a moment, blood and white powder flew together. The blood level should not be suitable for children and should not be described too much.

"The first sword, Ao Donglai!"

Wang Xiaofeng's mouth twitched slightly. Looking at the helper who suddenly appeared, some distant memories appeared in his mind. The Seven Quarter Sword... It looks like an old friend he knew, but the pretender was called "Cai Sandao", which was far less coquettish than the Seven Quarter Sword.

The players were shocked and turned their targets to lock the swordsman while starting to run, and began to read magic bars.

The swordsman laughed and rushed into the crowd with a big sword in his hand; one sword and one sword and one proverb, seven steps became the Seven Sword of Poetry and Seven Quatrains.

"The second sword, let's do anything!" Another archer fell down, the sword was stained with blood, and it looked a little ferocious.

"The third sword, eliminate all evil!" The last archer was caught by the swordsman's charge, and the great sword slapped his head, causing a comrade who was planning to chase the remaining blood mage to rush into the stomach.

"Fourth Sword! Who can block my sword? Slay the evil spirit!" The swordsman's hair and hair were wide open, and he looked like a demon god. "Stop and eat my fourth sword!"

"I'm crazy!" An ice philosopher emitted an ice arrow, which successfully triggered the slowing effect. A little blue light flowed on the swordsman's body. "Damn it, I'm so stupid in a flash!" "Damn, Jian! Sword, you uncle!"

Magic missiles, fireballs, snowstorms...

The swordsman was half-blooded in an instant, and he should have added all his strength, and he was purely violent output of attack but not defense.

Wang Xiaofeng pounced on him, raised his staff in his hand, and two holy lights hit the swordsman, pushing his blood back.

Unexpectedly, the swordsman turned his head and glared at a comrade, and a faint snorted snorted in his slightly exaggerated nostrils. Wang Xiaofeng defaulted to thank him, and the Holy Light Bull ended the life of an ice philosopher.

"Fifth Sword, Hao Ming...Don't run away! Little thief should not escape!"

The warrior charged to keep a wizard with a wizard, but the three wizards left with a scolding from the swordsman. Exhausted, Wang Xiaofeng breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled at the swordsman carrying the big sword and wanted to thank him.

"You!" With a buzzing sound, the long sword hit Wang Xiaofeng's nose; this precise control demonstrated his true achievements under his exaggeration. "Do you dare to take my seven swords?"

"Ha...hehe, that, thank you brother for drawing the sword to help. I have me remembered this time for saving my life."

"You, dare to take my seven swords?"

Wang Xiaofeng turned his head and walked towards the elf mage with a pretty face. He felt that he could still get some normal feeling when chatting with a girl.

"Oh..." The sword pillar looked up at the thirty-six degrees, and sighed and said the depressedness of the world, "I want to ask the world, who can block my seven swords..."

Wang Xiaofeng's body trembled, and a violent cough came from the breath surging. After tidying up his clothes, he stood in front of the elf wizard and smiled: "Thank you for taking action today. If you have any orders in the future, you will never dare to refuse."

I went, and I was infected by the pretender behind me. Fortunately, I didn't say anything but "eat my sword". Wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

I thought the elf mage would smile at him, but he didn't expect that the person pointed his 'slim hand' and looked cold and said a clear word from his mouth.

"roll."

"Hahaha!" The forest beside me remembered a heart-warming laughter. With the banging sound, the giant girl rushed out of the forest.

"Little sister," the elf mage glanced at Wang Xiaofeng with a cold expression, turned his head and looked at the giant girl who was smiling and leaning backwards, unchanged, "image."

Wang Xiaofeng smiled calmly. The elf girl's voice was a bit thicker but a little gentle, her breasts were flat but her body was slender and slender, which was rare. Being able to give her six-five points was enough to be a beauty, but she was better than her giant girl.

"Hehe, second brother, you are a girl again...haha! You're so laughing!"

Second…Brother?!
Chapter completed!