Chapter 33 Real Domain

Moon Wuqi put away an excellent quality armor and a magic wild dog fur, and observe the surrounding environment with a solemn look:

"It looks like a dead village here, and these demonized wild dogs are not phantoms, and there are also equipment drops."

The real field they live in is a dilapidated village, dim light, and there are ruins and broken walls everywhere. The ruined streets and alleys have become a habitat for demonized wild dogs, and they have not met a walking villager.

Yan Feng: "We'd better get out of here quickly. This place can't stay for a long time."

As soon as the words were finished, four magical wild dogs appeared in front of the three people. Yan Feng frowned, and his swords rushed directly to kill him.

Magic wild dogs are just ordinary monsters. Their attacks and defenses are very average. The trouble is that they are numerous. Since they entered here, they have appeared in groups. There is no sign of reduction at all. The continuous collection of fur almost makes Yue Wuhen's hands weak.

"Don't collect it, let's go!" Yan Feng blocked the way in front of him.

More than 50 demonized wild dogs were destroyed in the dead village, and the three finally rushed out. Along the way, I passed a barren field, and the terrain gradually became higher and higher, and then I entered a hill and small forest. However, it was not the jungle beasts and horrible demons that appeared in front of the three, but--

Cemetery?!

Yue Wuhen: "It's gloomy here. There won't be any ghosts, right?"

"Ghost..." Chen Shiyao looked around in horror, as if there was a pair of eyes hidden in the shadow behind every mump and tombstone, and her feet trembled and moved to Yanfeng.

At this time, there was a gloomy and long female voice in the air - "Ha...", like a ghost breath, which made people shudder.

"Ah - there is a ghost!" Chen Shiyao hugged Yanfeng in horror and didn't dare to look again with her eyes closed.

Yanfeng was stunned. He felt the softness and faint fragrance close to his chest. He quickly reached out to hold her fragrant shoulder and naturally got rid of the embarrassment of hugging, comforting:

"It's normal for us to have ghosts in the game. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Uh-huh..." Chen Shiyao's face changed from pale to blushing. Although she felt that it was a little inappropriate to be too close, Yan Feng's broad palm made her weak heart grow a trace of reluctance. Finally, she just lowered her head shyly, and the corners of her mouth faintly showed a happy smile.

Yue Wuhen muttered, "Beautiful women are matched with heroes, so what should I do as a mortal..."

"Ha..."

The sound of exhalation was obviously much closer. Yan Feng listened to the sound and looked sharply to the right. He saw a blue-faced witch and two magical beasts slowly approaching in a dark purple long skirt and ice-blue hair.

Demon wizard, danger level 11, magic beast, danger level 10.

Level 11? It doesn't look like an ordinary wizard. Yue Wuhen took out his bow and arrow and retreated aside, ready to shoot at any time.

Looking at the demon wizard whose pace is like drifting and the magical beast that looks like a hell dog and is full of bright red tusks, Yanfeng's expression becomes solemn:

"Shiyao, I may not be able to get rid of the attack later. You will be under a lot of pressure."

"Hmm." Chen Shiyao nodded nervously.

Yan Feng will never give up the opportunity to take the initiative to attack, even if the mythical beast appears in front of him. The two swords swayed slightly, and in a breath, the blade had stabbed the devil wizard's thin chest.

Stab, -393, -908! Broken tendons, [bleed], -53, -53, -53,...

The arms are extended, and the ice-breaking and phantoms stab the roots of the thighs of the two magic beasts respectively, causing a deceleration effect.

The devil wizard was in pain and raised his thin withered hand. There was a blue fluctuation between his four pointed fingers, and then a cold arrow with a cold breath penetrated the chest armor of Yanfeng. The cold and piercing feeling hit the whole body, and the hands and feet seemed to be frozen at this moment.

At this time, two magical beasts bit Yanfeng with their mouths open.

Magic tearing, -166, [bleed], -45, -45, -45, ...

The tearing of the magic beast has a deceleration effect, and the freezing deceleration of the ice arrows. At this time, the peak is almost difficult to move, and the health value decreases at a visible speed, and then the green light of the two healing touches falls on the body.

"Dance of Wind and Shadow!"

Two purple swords burst out crazily on the demon wizard, and the white wind blade cut the dark red body of the magic beast like a sickle.

Continuous thorn, --504, -450, -1159! -450, fierce blow, -571, -450, continuous thorn, -507, -450, -116! -450, -1163 (phantom effect)! -450, continuous thorn, -509, -450, -115 5!-450, thorn, -505, -450, -1161!-450,...

With the defense of Yanfeng as high as 284 points, coupled with the 20% external force weakening effect of the Wind and Shadow Dance, the damage caused by the magic beast with an attack power of about 450 points is instantly reduced to more than 70 points.

Yue Wuhen has already found the abnormality on Yanfeng's body. He knows that the dance effect of the wind and shadow will fall into crisis as soon as the situation passes, and the demon wizard must be solved within 30 seconds. His bow-by-barrow shooting action is like flowing clouds and water. Each arrow causes nearly 200 damage to the demon wizard. Although it is not as high as the critical strike damage of Yanfeng's sting, its speed is no worse than that of Yanfeng in a frozen state.

"30 seconds...20, 19, 18..." Chen Shiyao kept in mind what Yan Feng said before, meditating on the duration of the dance of wind and shadow, and waited for the effect to end and immediately increase the amount of treatment.

In 30 seconds, the demon wizard lost more than 30,000 blood under the double attack of Yanfeng and Moon Trace, but the health value of the level 11 elite monster exceeded 40,000 points. Yan Feng was about to start the wind of recovery, but he found that the accelerated health value was quickly raised, and he was more gratified and devoted himself to the output.

Solved the problem of the demon wizard. Yanfeng turned on the wind of recovery to eliminate the two deceleration effects, and the offensive recovered rapidly. In less than half a minute, he killed two magical beasts.

"Shiyao, keep working hard." Yan Feng showed a rare smile on his face.

Looking at his handsome smiling face, Chen Shiyao was very happy and had a sweet smell in her heart: "He smiled for me, he was praising me!"

Yue Wuhen came close at the right time and asked, "Aren't you afraid now?"

Chen Shiyao replied without thinking, "I'm not afraid."

"Alas, the power of love is really great..." The emotion of Yue Wuhen made Chen Shiyao shy.

I saw a flash of purple light, and then Yue Wuqi shouted, "Ah--"

Continuous thorn, -441, -948! ( Toughness 3.53 reduces critical strike damage by 7%, which will not be explained in future calculations.)

Yue Wuhen, with a physique as high as 141 points, only had a little blood skin left in an instant. With a single thorn, he directly broke out in a cold sweat and didn't say anything.

Yanfeng said coldly:

"You should be glad that the phantom effect was not triggered. The second time I didn't mind stabbing the point."

Chen Shiyao was frightened by the indifferent eyes that suddenly became a little strange, and said nervously:

"Yanfeng, don't be angry, he likes jokes."

Yue Wuhen smiled and said, "Shi Yao, he is not angry. He just does what he says. Lend me a hundred courage, I dare not provoke a Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

In the video of less than two minutes, he saw a pair of really cold eyes, which were a kind of killing that ordinary people could not understand. Even if they looked at it from afar, they would tremble death and loneliness, and this kind of eyes would only be possessed by those who suffered from death and painful experiences!

"Hey!" Chen Shiyao was amused by the humor of Yue Wuhen.

"20 silver coins, this magic fur is quite valuable." Yue Wuhen peeled off two pieces of magic fur and looked at Yanfeng. A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Everyone has an unforgettable past. Will you choose others to face with you, or bear it alone like this?"

The resentful female voice sounded again, and the three of them packed up and continued to fight.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. With the first experience, it will be much easier next. After clearing the sixteenth demon wizard, the Yanfeng level was finally raised to level 12. After level 10, the huge experience demand and the increased difficulty of killing high-level creatures make the upgrade much slower.

Chen Shiyao: "Congratulations."

"It's really strange that you have risen to level 12, and we are still staying at level 10," Yue Wuhen is still struggling with the level. No wonder he will be surprised. Except for Yanfeng himself, maybe no one can understand this matter. "Yanfeng, you can't reveal your 'secret'..."

Suddenly, a sudden movement occurred in the cemetery. Several mounds and tombstones in the center were arched with great force, and a thick arm wrapped in a shabby bandage stretched out from the earth, and there was a dull sound that was not a creature:

"Ah... I smell a breath of a new person..."

"Is there... zombies..." Chen Shiyao shuddered against Yanfeng.

Yue Wuhen was also speechless: "Isn't there really an undead?"

Under the gray night sky, a surprisingly large dark shadow slowly climbed out of the tomb, and the empty dark red eyes slowly turned to the three people, one step, two steps, three steps... Each step made people's heart beat violently. When the dark shadow came to the three people, with the faint moonlight, he finally saw a dead dark yellow face and tattered armor all over his body, with a rusty sword in his bandage right arm.

"The Undead Knight Karen, danger level 11."

Knowing that it is in the game, the almost real design of the undead knight in front of them still makes them nervous.

"Don't get too close. He should attack very high." After saying that, he rushed over with an arrow step under his feet.

Broken tendons, [bleeding], thorns, -346, -809!

After two attacks, the undead knight waved his sword and swept towards Yanfeng.

"Ding--" Yan Feng fought with his sword, and then the right phantom directly cut the neck of the undead knight, striking fiercely, -1278!

Continuous thorn, -348, -812! Continuous thorn, -344, -804! Continuous thorns, -347, -811! ......

"Holy light..." The undead knight raised his left hand, and a golden light flashed, healing the holy light falling from the top of his head.

Yan Feng: "Shi Yao, observe how much he has been treated."

"Hmm." Chen Shiyao launched the battle record and always paid attention to the loss and recovery of the undead knight's health.

After a few rounds of attacks, Chen Shiyao shouted, "Between 9000-11000, 45 seconds apart."

Yue Wuhen exclaimed: "No way? I only shot more than 100 damage, and it's less than 6,000 in 45 seconds, which is not enough for him to recover quickly..."

The undead knight's attack speed is not fast, and the output of Yanfeng and Yue Wuhen can completely consume him to death. However, how can the hero-level leader be so simple?

"Well...I like the smell of new people...death plague--"

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A very depressing thing happened today. The art worker killed the cover application again. Qian Shuiyue had to make a whole one by herself, and the PP was changed to the group for a few hours. As a result, they all said that the original was good-looking. At the beginning, the one was just casually said, entangled!