Madman: "Hey, hey, warrior, watch your anus."
As soon as He Cong made a move, the madman froze him in place with just one word.
It is not a wise move for any profession to take the initiative to expose its back to thieves.
The critical blows of the sword will pierce the heart, and will always teach every stubborn species the importance of protecting Xiaoju.
"Do you want to take action? Madman." Lin Fan asked casually.
The lunatic picked his nose and flicked his finger: "When you two have enough blood, I will harvest you. Mortal God, you have a lot of equipment on your body, right?"
"It's okay, I'll take you back to the spring to revive you now." Lin Fan grinned. He knew very well what a lunatic was like, and he definitely meant what he said.
The lunatic smiled awkwardly when he heard this. Thinking of the terrifying output that Lin Fan had shown before, it was more than enough to kill him as a thief in one second.
Madman: "I will let you go for now."
Having said that, he decisively stepped back a hundred meters before stopping, fearing that he would be attacked by someone with an astonishing length.
"Suffer death!"
He Cong was secretly happy when he saw this, and took out another blue sword from his waist and equipped it.
The lunatic's eyelids twitched in the distance. This man was actually a dual-sword warrior!
Lin Fan was not surprised. When He Cong fought the BOSS just now, he obviously did not show his true strength.
There are many types of warriors in God's Domain. In the early stage, most players will choose equipment such as sword/shield, sword/shield, or two-handed sword.
Among them, the most difficult to operate is the double-knife style, which abandons most of the blocking ability to obtain maximum output efficiency, and does not affect agility due to the heavy half-body shield.
However, warriors who dare to choose the dual-sword style are either novices or players who are absolutely confident in their own operations.
Lin Fan had no expression on his face, and Ping A tentatively shot a fireball with his hand.
boom!
boom!
boom!
…
Rely on your hand length advantage to launch attacks continuously.
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-Block!
He Cong smiled arrogantly, swung his swords, and hit the fireball accurately with each sword.
Facing a flat-A attack with an attack speed of only 0.5, He Cong vividly demonstrated the basic skills of professional players in timing control.
Moreover, he is still using dual swords. If he switches to a single sword + shield combination, he can block almost all attacks.
When the lunatic saw this, he screamed: "Can you do it, old man? How come you can't even break your defense at A? You've touched too many sparrows."
When Lin Fan heard this, he was almost made laugh by his grandson, but he shook his head helplessly and continued to output flat A.
He Cong reached less than ten meters in front of Lin Fan, but Lin Fan remained calm and composed, firing three consecutive fireballs instantly, and connected with the level A to complete the combo.
He Cong finally noticed a trace of pressure, and suddenly stood up, swinging his swords in a circle and dancing wildly, using the warrior's D-level skill: Howling Tornado.
The wind is blowing everywhere, and the wind is blowing!
All Lin Fan's attacks were eaten again, but He Cong still didn't get hit.
Lin Fan tilted his head, turned sideways quickly, and avoided He Cong's saber throw, relying on his exquisite walking A to retreat while fighting.
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The damage caused by Lin Fan was very limited and could not be offset by He Cong's sword.
The corners of He Cong's mouth raised, showing a sinister smile: "I guess you have a soul mark embedded in your hand, otherwise you wouldn't be able to obtain a large attack range, but you are stupid enough to dare to fight me in close combat."
He Cong joked: "Let me guess, at least it's a spirit-level soul seal, right?"
Lin Fan didn't say anything, and seemed to be still doing some useless work. Whether it was a flat A or a series of fireballs, he was steadily defeated by the opponent.
"You are really impatient. You finally found some confidence and came to trouble us. Don't you know that the spirit-level soul seal is just rubbish to the truly strong?"
He Cong looked arrogant and became more and more energetic as he spoke, constantly venting the frustration accumulated over the years of being suppressed by Lin Fan.
"Spirit level soul seal...that's that." Lin Fan was excellent at suppressing laughter.
"The lock indicator in this game fails at a distance of 300 meters. Even if you have a 500-meter range to deal with players of my level, what's the use?"
He Cong laughed wildly and said, he knew that today was the day to avenge his previous shame!
From now on, the word "undefeated" will no longer be a shame, but a sign of He Cong's rise!
He wants to slap all the fanatics in the face who are mindless and kneel down to lick mortal gods!
What kind of legal system ceiling and what kind of triple crown are not worth mentioning in front of He Cong!
"He Cong." Lin Fan suddenly spoke up, interrupting He Cong's endless sexual intercourse, "Huh?"
"Why do you always like Beep so much when playing PK? Could it be that you had low self-esteem and were often bullied at school when you were a child, so you want to prove that you are better than others in the game?" Lin Fan said with a frown.
He Cong was stunned. Those black eyes seemed to be able to see through all the truth, and their gaze reached the deepest part of his heart.
How could he know?
He Cong was stunned.
"I see."
Lin Fan smiled calmly. If he wanted to destroy a professional player, he would start with his proudest operation.
"Windspeaker."
Lin Fan whispered, and the horns belonging to the wind element in the six-pointed star lit up.
"Three series of magic fellows?" He Cong was surprised.
In his opinion, this kind of mage development path is to kill the goose that lays the goose to lay eggs, and it is basically the development path of purely amateur players!
Learn three different series of magic. It is really strong in the early stage and can create incredible combos.
The price is not enough talent points, not enough skill points, and gold coins that even ordinary players cannot afford.
"In order to take revenge on the people in our club, it seems that you are really going to any lengths." He Cong thought he had seen through Lin Fan's thoughts.
The next second, Lin Fan's first flat A fireball hit He Cong's body.
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He Cong was stunned for a moment when his blood volume dropped.
The increase in attack speed brought by Wind Whisperer caused He Cong to misjudge his blocking.
Then another series of fireballs hit him, and his shooting speed was 20% faster.
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-Block!
He Cong's expression suddenly changed, and he barely blocked the last damage.
This is the effect Lin Fan wants!
Madman: "I'll just go ahead and feed A on purpose. I'm paralyzing this stupid warrior's nerves!"
Before it was over, Lin Fan looked at He Cong with a mocking look on his face: "You can't play as a warrior, and you can't even play as a mage. I don't understand why you always regard me as a thorn in your side. Are we from the same dimension?"
Lin Fan was heart-wrenching every word, while He Cong's face was livid, and he took the potion to restore his blood volume and started to rush forward, thinking that he had adapted to Lin Fan's attack rhythm.
However, the staff in Lin Fan's hand paused for a moment, and the attack frequency became erratic.
The fireball moves fast and slow, seemingly without any rules, but extremely accurate and effective.
Lin Fan was a professional player, and he knew that a professional player's offense and defense often have their own rhythm.
However, once this rhythm is broken, mistakes are prone to occur.
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Flat A hit again, and He Cong's health was disabled.
He Cong's eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't understand why he couldn't even touch the other person, even if the distance between them was less than five meters.
"I've told you many times before that there's something wrong with your playing style." Lin Fan said lightly.
Unfortunately, He Cong regards himself as the best magic swordsman in the national server. He strongly advocates fixed high-level professional playing routines and has poor ability to adapt to changes.
If the opponent enters his attacking rhythm, it is indeed easy to be crushed and won by his violent style of play.
But Lin Fan in front of him was just a feather floating in the air, and no one knew his next move.
The madman next to him was shocked: "Grandma, how can a mage still play like this?"
This is the ability that Lin Fan has honed in his hardcore mode. He can adapt to changes and adapt to changes. If there is no rules, there are rules.
Moreover, as soon as he stepped within 20 meters, the layout had already begun. From the target's psychological activities to physical dynamics, everything was clear.
In this wave, he was dealing with He Cong from above the atmosphere.
"I don't accept it!!!" He Cong roared.
"If you have any objections, there are differences among professional players..." Lin Fan chuckled, raised his hand and hit an ace.
Send old teammates back to the West!
