Chapter 143 Killing

"Did you kill him?" Someone in the Musuton crowd asked.

The young sniper came back to the Eternal Empire team with a smile on his face and said confidently, "With my current attack power, the ordinary damage exceeds 3,500 points, and the critical strike damage reaches 7,000 points. No matter how high his physique is, it is impossible to exceed 600 points. The 6 points toughness reduces the critical strike damage by 12% at most. This time, the sniper directly Hit the head, he is dead!"

Xuehuang nodded with satisfaction. He had seen the power of sniper skills and was quite confident in the strength of young snipers. Then, everyone behind him shouted, "Mythical hot wind has died!"

As soon as this word came out, the Musuyton players boiled up in an instant, and the smart people immediately thought of myths and legendary equipment from "the mythical flame has been killed", and summoned up the courage to rush to the field.

"Everyone, grab the equipment!" I don't know who suddenly burst out in the rear. The players who were still waiting for the profit of the fisherman suddenly understood and went away one after another.

Mou Xiuton's action can be said to be powerful, and Rott's side has already gone out, and the two camps collided directly.

At this time, the gray and black smoke in the field gradually dissipated. When the player running in the front saw the blurred thunder and lightning armor figure in the gunpowder smoke and a pair of death-like bright silver eyes, he was immediately shocked:

"He's not dead, he's still standing there!"

"How is that possible?!" Xuehuang's body stagnated, and his face was full of surprise.

They did not know that after Yanfeng obtained the attribute state of "strong body", his physique had reached 588 points, and the toughness value was 25.9 points. In fact, the long cannon sniper of the young sniper only caused more than 3,4 hundred points of damage to him, and only took a mouthful of 20 red healing stones to fill his health.

Seeing the other party rushing over crazily, Yanfeng jumped unexpectedly, directly opening the holy realm in the crowd and activating the dance of wind and shadow.

Instant chopping, -298 (crash), -988, -003, -991, ...-2477, -41, -982, -968, ...-3014 (crash), -947, -983, -971, ...

Thunderstorm!

"Boom--" The thunder and lightning ball exploded directly in the crowd behind, and immediately killed nearly a hundred remote players there.

"Defensive profession to block his attack!" Xuehuang shouted, and nearly ten defensive players in the crowd immediately rushed to Yanfeng.

"The God of War roars!" A roar broke out in the crowd, shaking the hearts of everyone present, and the Murshuton players around 20 meters suddenly fell into a state of fear. This is the first time he has used control skills in a battle, and the other party did not expect this to happen at all. The ice-breaking and disillusioned sword continued to wave quickly, and more than 100 players were harvested in just four seconds. Those defensive players turned into soul dust and disappeared into the sand before they could turn on their defense skills.

The players of the Narot camp are assisted by the powerful attack aura of "God of War Fighting Spirit", and their lethality has soared. Berserkers, elementalists, archers, hunters and wizards with group damage skills perform their unique skills, and the dazzling magic skill effects completely burst out in the other camp.

Xiao Yang successively released the two group skills of meteorite summoning and hell flame. He turned to look at Han Yueru and praised her gorgeous and rich element group skills: "Lingyue, your group control ability is so strong. If you cooperate with Yanfeng, I'm afraid Eden will be invincible again!"

Fengwu Ziyan said dissatisfiedly, "Yanfeng is arrogant and arrogant, and the head of Lingyue should not cooperate with him. Sui Feng, at least you are a hidden profession. If you come back to the gods at dusk, you will not lose to him.

"Yes, the group output of you and the regiment leader is not low, and the control is strong. The cooperation between the two is not much worse than him." The lonely tree smiled and said to him.

After releasing a move of stars and arrows, the rain next to him said, "Don't waste your tongue. The name of 'with the wind' is not in vain. Except for the head of the shadow wind, no one can persuade him."

Two years ago, Yu Zhishang asked why Xiao Yang decided to quit the Divine Realm.

"Online games without shadow wind will lose all the fun."

When Xiao Yang answered, there was a lonely smile on his face. Yu Zhishang finally understood that "he only identified Yingfeng from the beginning", and his heart rose with admiration, and he was also very impressed.

"Alas, in the Divine Realm, what a beautiful 'double-wind duo' is. Even the empire is afraid of us. I'm afraid that except for the head of Yingfeng, it will be difficult to find a second person to cooperate tacitly with the wind. The wind danced and the purple smoke sighed sadly.

Xiao Yang said, "I can go back to the gods at dusk, but there are only team activities left."

As soon as he said this, the old members who knew him in the dusk of the gods were surprised and couldn't help but be a little happy. However, Han Yueru said, "Take back your words. The gods don't need liberties at dusk."

Xiao Yang seemed to have expected that she would say so and said with a smile, "Look, for a lazy person like me, the head of Lingyue will not recognize me to go back to the gods at dusk."

Fengwu Ziyan: "The regiment leader... Can't you think about it again? Maybe the head of Yingfeng will also come back.

Han Yueru did not respond, and a faint smile appeared between her rosy lips. The knot in her heart was untied a few hours ago. Xiao Yang and Yanfeng walked together and returned to the gods at dusk. In the field, only two careful people, Xiao Yang and Li Tianhao, stared at her subtle expression. Xiao Yang was an insider, while Li Tianhao frowned secretly.

The battle continued. After the holy realm disappeared, Yanfeng cooperated to open the blessing of the sea god and the blade of the god of war, and then activated the possession of the undead and the wind of recovery. For more than 40 seconds, he has not been affected by the control skills. The two group damage skills, Wind and Shadow Dance and Thunder Burst, have directly buried nearly 1,000 players. At the end of the battle, few players dared to approach him.

The original strength of the two camps was similar. After a round of crushing and sweeping of special skills by Yanfeng, a large number of players in the Musuton camp were killed, and the situation gradually fell to the Narot camp.

Xuehuang saw that the effect of Yanfeng's undead possession disappeared and shouted, "The Yanfeng defense skill is over. Solve him first!"

The people in the Mu Xiuton camp realized that dozens of legal players directly locked him, and the gorgeous magic skills condensed directly to his position.

Yan Feng smiled at the corners of his mouth, but exposed a few steps in front of the crowd, and then turned on the "thunder shield". In an instant, the originally weak thunder and lightning outside the armor suddenly opened violently as if it had been intensified, forming an oval lightning barrier to completely wrap his body. As soon as the dozens of magic skills flew over, they directly reflected back as soon as they touched the bright silver barrier. The dazzling magic came and went, and it was really dazzling, which attracted everyone to stop and watch. After releasing a magic skill, the dozens of magic players directly performed the second magic chant. Before they could react, the second magic skill flew over again.

The magic attack was reflected back again, and everyone finally saw it clearly:

"Rebound?!"

At this moment, almost all the players who saw this moment stopped and were stunned.

"Is he a monster? How can you have so many perverted skills!" Until this time, Xuehuang was finally moved.

Long Aotian, who saw this scene not far away, also stopped. However, there was no stunned expression on his face. Instead, he smiled as if he had found a precious prey: "It's really an opponent worth defeat!"