The uniform sword energy fell in the direction of the wanted criminal as the heavily armored warrior spoke, instantly squeezing the large area of free charge surrounding him to the side, and the roar from the player Then they rubbed against each other with the crackling sound of electricity, and finally were completely distorted by the invisible layer floating next to the old man into the thick fog above. It seemed that they had expected such a result. The first group of players who surrounded the old man retreated behind their respective encirclements without hesitation, and then, under the loud roar of the team commander who followed, they moved forward again. The second batch of players who were moving forward alternately gave way to the attack: "Tai Lun Team! Luo Ying Team!"
"Fuck me!"
Amidst the sounds of another round of neat sword slashes and heavy hammers, his eyes began to patrol the area around the canyon: "Damn it, there is no shelter... Where are Tianzhu's people? Come on, hurry up. I returned--"
Another harsh sound of thunder interrupted his shouting, and at the same time, there was a scene of players belonging to the second echelon falling down one after another after being affected by the scattered electric current. They did not have much electrical protection. The twitching appearance of his whole body then continued to distort together with the old magician's maniacal laughing voice, and finally appeared in front of everyone again with the gradual stabilization of the invisible position: "Hahahahaha! You are actually delusional. Breaking through my storm shield? This is simply asking for death! Wahahahahaha!"
"The combined attack of twenty people actually failed in the end?"
He sighed in a low voice and said this. His eyes were slightly lost for a moment, and then the heavy-armored warrior showed a firm look again: "No, that's not right... There were still so many people who died before. We didn't have all the personnel, and..."
"If you squeeze it, maybe there are more attacks that can be squeezed out." He glanced at the team of players who rushed forward again and were covered in bamboo boards and swords. His eyes finally fell on He said to the three or two figures who had not rushed forward before: "Keep fighting! Don't give up!"
"Hey, hey, one-third of the people are already missing, why are you still insisting?" A discordant voice immediately sounded from the people who were not yet dead: "Let's forget it this time."
"This is called practice! It's because you are not familiar with the BOSS's skills that you fell down so fast!" The heavy-armored warrior raised his sword and rushed forward, angrily shouting back the standard six-character mantra: "If you like to fight, you can't fight." Roll around!"
The system beeped several times and then rang in his ears. It was the prompt sent by several players when they really quit the team. The commander with a heavy look did not stop his actions because of this. Without hesitation, he stepped into the area where lightning and thunder were constantly flashing: "The rest of you hide from me! Hide! Concentrate and don't be distracted!"
"Spread your positions! Don't connect to the power! If you die, you die. Don't kill others!"
"Thunder has appeared! Prick up your ears and pay attention to the top of your head. Your reaction time is only 0.5 seconds! Leave yourself a hiding place!"
"Interrupt his spellcasting! Interrupt! Well, now that we have a chance, Saint Crystal Team comes to me, Holy—bang."
Looking at the scene where a certain team of players that should have appeared there had long since disappeared, the heavily armored warrior spat hard, and then hurried to the old magician who had just been interrupted by the spinning sword from casting a spell before he could stand. Before he stood up, a sword struck his outer shield: "Power burst! Heavy blade slash!"
"Drink!"
Bang!
The heavy sword blade with a scream that broke through the air deviated from its original trajectory the moment it approached the old man, and hit the scorched black ground of the moist canyon. The heavy-armored warrior who was using all his strength because of rage also also Because of the deflection of this attack, it tilted to one side, and the outline of the body filled with a faint fighting spirit was later shrouded by a lightning strike falling from the sky: "Hahahahaha! Before you have absolute strength, your attacks will only be defeated by me." Twisted by the storm shield! Insignificant human!"
“... It’s no longer possible to come here...Brothers who are still alive, prepare to evacuate.”
"Let's do this this time. Next time we-"
call.
The overturned body was then shrouded by a figure that suddenly crossed over. What appeared next was the shadow of a player suddenly holding a sword forward. The relaxed body of the commander who had given up was then pulled back by another force. Deep in the thick fog, the warrior who replaced him soon lost sight of him raising his sword and entangled with the wanted criminal again: "You, you..."
"Gedman, when you were commanding before, did you forget about our dynasty team?"
Amidst the thunder and lightning that continued to ring out, the frivolous smile of a certain thief rang in his ears: "Whether it is arranging an attack mission or arranging a retreat, our names are not even mentioned once..."
"...You XX people are all here, how can I arrange for you?" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the heavy armor commander who reacted then made his weak voice: "I also took two novices to run. Come and paddle..."
"What's wrong with paddling? Paddling is also a human being." Next to him, Duan Qing's voice gradually came over: "Even if you can't do anything, you can at least use it as a personal wall to absorb the damage, right?"
"Who do you think I am? A bastard who uses me once and throws it away casually, but also wants people to die in vain?" Gedman, who was all charred, grinned and gasped: "Besides, I asked you to go up and do it once. What's the use of attacking? Can you defeat this BOSS?"
"Don't let common sense limit you."
Duan Qing, who nodded to Xue Ling Huan Bing beside him, and secretly affirmed once again, smiled and pointed to the depths of the thick fog where various electric lights were still shining in front of him: "Otherwise... you are very likely to miss it. There are all kinds of opportunities.”
"Don't talk like you can do anything." The little thief who had just dragged the heavily armored warrior back to the original place immediately taunted: "Although I appreciate that you haven't done anything in this situation." The courage to escape, but you are still only a teenage magician - nothing has changed about this."
"Don't worry, I'm more than just a little magician."
Weighing a bottle of magic potion in his hand, Duan Qing, who didn't care about the other party's ridicule, then turned his gaze forward: "Since our leader has never given up, then I will not give up even a little bit. of hope."
"...But there are almost no people left." The warmth that emerged in his heart was later covered up by the ruthless reality. Gedman, who was still lying on the ground, said in a low voice: "There were so many people just now that we couldn't defeat." That shield, now only a few of us are left..."
"So that's what we want to solve."
After interrupting the other party leisurely, another swordsman player from the Dynasty team next to the little thief then focused on Duan Qing: "Are you sure of what you just said...?"
"A magic shield is always a magic shield." Duan Qing faced the direction of the lightning and thunder: "Even the storm shield with the most powerful physical resistance still cannot change that as a magic person The essence of oneness.”
"Okay, let's give it a try."
The fists collided fiercely, and the remaining swordsman of the Dynasty Team then smiled fiercely: "Hurry up, the captain has been holding on for a long time."
"Although you have been swimming all the way, I still believe in you once." With his back turned to the sight of the swordsman disappearing in place, the little thief then grinned: "I hope you won't break your promise."
"……Hey."
Facing the figure of the thief who then disappeared from the spot, the gray-robed magician clasped his hands together and let out a faint laugh, and then ignored the occasional surge of electricity around him and the few remaining team players who were still alive. With a surprised look, he sat cross-legged on the scorched canyon ground: "Do you all like to put pressure on others so much? It's a pity..."
"No matter how hard you force me, I still have to do the preliminary work."
He took out a few small bottles of medicine and placed them on the ground in front of him: "Let me think about it, if you want to neutralize the water element and the wind element at the same time, you have to blend the fire element and the earth element first. stand up……"
"You wouldn't use that method, would you?" The cloaked woman who was standing by reminded her, "I don't want to see you commit suicide again."
"Don't worry, we still have our own mission." He reached out and took out two bottles of potions in the row of potions on the ground. Duan Qing's eyes also fell on the hands in front of him as he concentrated his energy: "If If we hang up like this, I think it will be very troublesome for you and me."
"...You, what are you doing?"
"No need to ask, of course you are making alchemy potion."
The sound of struggling was followed by the sound of difficult questioning from the side. It was the sound made by the heavy-armored warrior who was sitting up with difficulty while staring at Duan Qing, who mixed the two bottles of potion together. Then he quickly grabbed another bottle of potion on the ground and poured it into the mixed potion bottle that was about to shake violently just now: "Okay, little guys, just settle down, it only takes a few seconds... "
"Do you need help?" Feeling Ruoyouruowu's body fragrance, Xueling Huanbing, who had been standing beside him, leaned down slightly: "Do I have to throw it up?"
"Well, I leave it to you."
After handing the bottle of potion that had not yet stabilized to the other party's hand, Duan Qing grabbed the other bottles and stood up: "I'm going to ask you for help later, don't miss it."
"Don't worry, I have done this task you gave me countless times in the past few months." Xue Ling Huan Bing let out a few proud smiles: "But...since so many players here can use sword energy , then it shouldn’t be a big deal if I just use it, right?”
"You can use it if you want, as long as you don't use the Yi sword."
"...That doesn't mean I didn't say anything."
Xue Ling Huan Bing, who tilted her nose vigorously and made a grimace, then threw the bottle of potion that was about to explode in her hand toward the top of the thick fog, and then came from deep in that direction. In the few rays of light, he raised his head and drank a bottle of magic potion containing a trace of electric light: "Lightning resistance potion... This is the first time I have heard of such a potion."
"That's because you are ignorant."
Looking at the opponent's figure disappearing into the thick fog, Duan Qing looked back and raised his head slightly. Then, while the faint light and fire in the sky suddenly became larger, he held a bottle of potion and began to pour it towards him. Rushing forward: "Okay, the chain reaction has begun."
"Let this blooming fireworks be the last scene in your life."
The faint muffled thunder then came from the depths of the thick fog that was constantly rolling above, and then turned into a violent explosion in the eyes of all the players. The explosion light produced by the billowing smoke did not go as they imagined. It fell suddenly like that, but extended in the direction of the thick fog. As if he was also aware of this abnormality, the white light emitted by the lightning and thunder from the center of the battle also became more powerful. Duan Qing, who had been running there, stopped with his arms blocked and shot the man who suddenly let out countless The bright figure of the old man who said Luo Lei came into his eyes: "What's going on? You actually..."
"Can you actually destroy this thundercloud?"
In the scene where the three Dynasty players who had been entangled next to them were scattered and fell to the ground, Duan Qing, who lowered his arms, slowly walked to the opponent: "Yes, this thick fog is actually your thundercloud, yours." Realm, but now...it's about to disappear."
"You, who are you?" The old magician suddenly turned around and looked at Duan Qing with a crazy face, and his eyes immediately focused on the gray magic robe: "Gray? You, are you -"
"Lin Yuan Duanshui, an alchemist."
Only a short distance away from the crackling storm shield, Duan Qing raised his right hand as if to introduce himself: "I say hello to you again, Milega Hill, and then..."
"Bye now."
He waved his arm and dropped the bottle of medicine tightly in his hand onto the surface of the storm shield. The magic shield enveloped by countless electric currents and violent winds was quickly disintegrated under the action of the bottle of blue-gray medicine. , disappeared in front of Duan Qing in an instant. The wide-eyed old magician then let out an even more piercing scream, and the electric light all over his body emerged from the old body like an overwhelming force. However, a touch of sword edge was ignored before those electric surges were about to explode. The damage from those energies instantly pierced his vest: "...Your own blood volume seems to be lower than we thought, Mr. Hill."
"He should have been hiding here to recuperate." Looking at the electric waves that disappeared with the old man, Duan Qing smiled at the Snow Spirit Huan Bing that appeared behind him: "As long as a fatal attack judgment takes effect, for low blood pressure It's like a death knell for him."
"You, you two..." The old man, whose eyes and mouth were bleeding, slowly knelt down in front of Duan Qing: "How could you..."
"We haven't seen each other for a long time after we said goodbye in the City of Freedom, old guy." Duan Qing sighed and turned his head: "If you were like Kang Weina..."
"Maybe it won't end like this."
He waved his hand at Xue Ling Huan Bing, and then walked towards the distance where the smoke had not cleared away. The latter then slashed through the old man's neck with a sword, sending the crazy and arrogant old head away. Into the sky.
