Chapter 81 Get it

"Stop him, the magician, come on..." The destruction is chaotic, and the players of the whole destruction team are in chaos. Although the number of people is double that of the other party, after a short confrontation, they know the horror of the other party, and among them, especially the 5,000 players led by the swordsman, are the most horrible, as if those in front of them are not the players, but let them slaughter. The lamb.

With the participation of the three armies of Gun God, Ghost God and Bells, the war has gradually stepped into a white heat. With clever cooperation and proper movement distance, the destroyed players have been strangled again and again, and it is not easy to grind half a blood of the enemy. With a singing of the priest behind, the soldiers in front of them have more blood. It is recovered at one time.

"Magician? Hey hey... Don't ask me whether I agree to the crime of king-slaying. I don't know when Eleven was already in the camp of the enemy magician. With a burst of exclamation, the crime of the king's crime of king-killing held daggers in both hands. With his clever walking and flexible body, the dagger was full of blood on the dagger, bringing damage. At the same time, one weak magician after another, was sent to his hand one after another.

"Oh, the Eleven Gods are so awesome, brothers, let's go too..." The bold and crazy practice of the crime of king-slaughter made some players of the assassin profession shout and imitated it one after another, but after all, they were not the National Day National Day. Before they approached the enemy's magicians, they had been bombed out of their bodies by dense magic bombs, and then left with a bitter smile.

Less than 20 meters away from the location of destruction, the front row is densely lined with heavily guarded knights. The human wall is cast to make the destruction stable in it. It seems to be solid. On another level, there is no doubt that the movement speed of destruction is not limited, and let him wait for my arrival.

"The roaring sword sand." It seems that the sword fairy's skill has not been used for a long time.

Of course, the effect is still as sharp as ever. The turbulent sword spirit like sand is formed from the witch sword, as if the space at this moment is stagnant, and the players in front of them stared their eyes wide and unconsciously retreated.

"This is... The roaring sword sand of the black armor killing god..."

"Oh, my God, how can that strong player in the human race appear here?"

"This is the dust of the king, the dust of the king... They are the players of the king. Why did they come to compete for the spirit king's order?

No one answers their doubts. Death is the problem they have to consider at this moment.

"Puff..." Pooh..." "Puff..."

The attack distance of the roaring sword sand is no less than 20 meters. The raging white sword spirit is like a beast running out of the cage, constantly attacking the players in front of them. The sword spirit is extremely sharp, and there are many, leaving traces of blood on the knees, wrists, arms and necks of the knight players. Some bloodless knights turned into a white light and disappeared without maintaining it for three seconds.

"The King's Dust! How could it be you? Are you the legendary king?" Many knight players kept looking at me, a swordsman with a black swordsman with a black sword and a ghost face. Once upon a time ago, there was a destruction of the player in front of me, and I naively thought that the strength of the other party who stayed with the lightning was nothing more than that. However, in sharp contrast with the current one, the destructive heart has cooled down a lot.

"As early as four years ago, the King's Corps in the whole Chinese game industry, an immortal team dynasty, an immortal myth that has been passed down to this day. They are the pride of China, the God Corps on the stage of Chinese game competition, and the core of the God Corps, the whole team The military soul character, the dust of the king, is praised as a god by them.

As soon as the king comes out, who will compete with him? They are a whole, a whole that exists as a god. They are all gathered together by the dust of the core. There are not many team members, but they are invincible. The combat profession affects the whole professional system. There are outstanding representatives in every line. Where they have stepped on, the sun and the moon are dim, and the wind and clouds are changing.

"Sure enough, they... How did they appear here? Is it also for the Lingwang Order? Even if there is a thousand puzzlement and doubts in the heart of destruction, he does not dare to mess up at this time. He protects the jasper spirit king's order on his chest and keeps retreating back. At this time, some knight players who follow behind the destruction can't care whether the other party is the dust of the legendary king or not. They constantly separate and block the destruction behind them, using their flesh and blood. The body to resist what happened next.

"Hehe... Yes, I'm their head. Since I've been killed here, is there anything else worth fighting so much besides the Lingwang Order? The skill effect of the roaring sword sand is over. Although the destructive power is still sharp, with the improvement of the player's level, Xiaoqiang who survived in many swordsmanships seems to be really a lot.

Of course, at this time, they are just residual blood, the end of the crossbow.

"You kings don't have elf players. Why do you work so hard? Do you think I can't destroy and bully me..." After destroying quietly and quickly sent out a few messages in private, a trace of fierceness appeared on his face and looked up and asked.

"What my king wants to do is not something that can be managed by you with a small destruction. Others are afraid of you, and my king doesn't pay attention to you." He snorted coldly and moved quickly under his feet. The witch and magic sword in his hand cut down the bloody knights one by one.

"Don't think that you are the dust of the king. You are so aggressive. If you want me to destroy and hand over the spirit king's order. Today, even if you are the king of heaven, you can't think of the spirit king's order at all. Everyone concentrates firepower. I want to see how much ability this legendary king has. I really think that I can be an enemy. . "

"Then you'll know when you try it." The witch demon sword waved casually, killing a player on the spot. The next moment, the witch demon suddenly floated not far in front of me and jumped up, and a long weapon with a slight purple light appeared in my hand.

"Artifact..."

"Oh, my God, it's actually a divine weapon. Didn't the official say that the artifact is like looking for a needle in a haystack? Why does the other party have an artifact, and the shape is still so awesome, envy..."

"Tut... The boss actually took out the artifact now. I'm envious... When can my gun god also hold an artifact? That day, I won't let me kill it in seconds..."

"If that's the case, will the boss be killed by you?" A very cute magician girl interrupted crisply.

"Well... Well, that, the boss is not among them..."

"..."

"Because I didn't treat the boss as a person at all."

"Oh, oh... I know that they all say in private that the boss is a big pervert, which has exceeded the limits of human beings, and I don't know if it's true..."

"..."

The gun god had no choice but to wave his head to send the girl away. If he let the gossip go on, he might make some kind of trouble.

Stepping on the witch sword, I issued an order in my heart, dragging out a long black tail in the air, and almost avoiding many arrows. Fortunately, it has the super blood recovery function of life's natural wrist protection. These unbreakable attacks, even if there are hundreds of them in a second, I can still be energetic and lively. Jump, go up Liangshan, go down...

"Amazement at the true meaning." Fang Tianhua halberd's subsidiary skill, unique sonic attack, my current sonic resistance is zero. If you guess well, the player whose sound wave resistance performance exceeds zero below should not exceed the number of one hand.

I am already the center of the sound wave. The square sky painting halberd in my hand is constantly shaking, and the sharp roar is extended to the rapid waves around in a unique way of transmission.

"Ah... What the hell is this? My head hurts, ah..."

"Damn, my blood volume is constantly decreasing? Pastor, where is the priest? Add blood to me quickly.

At the moment when the sonic attack spread, the faces of the destroyed players around him suddenly changed, and there was a look of panic, and their uneasy and twisted bodies made them abandon their guns and unload their armor. They did not have the ability to continue to fight.

"Take advantage of it now." Seize the opportunity, with a swdling sound, the speed of the witch sword runs to the extreme, straight to the place where the destruction is.

"What a fast speed..." The destruction pupil contracted, and his face was full of incredible words. He was also in the range of sonic attack. The weakness of his whole body had made him have no ability to resist.

"Spit the waves..."

"Blood Dragon Roar..."

"The break of Lan Ling."

Three consecutive heavy strike skills continue to fall. Even if the current destruction is in its heyday, you can't escape.

"Ding Dong: Destroy the player's death, and the Spirit King's order failed to recognize the Lord."

"Ding Dong: Ling Wang Ling's holder - lost wind, current coordinates (231,441), remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds."

"Ding Dong: The lost wind player died, and the spirit king failed to recognize the Lord."

"Ding Dong: Spirit King's Holder - Roaring Roar, now coordinates (231,442), remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds."

"Ding Dong: The roaring player dies, and the Spirit King fails to recognize the Lord."

YYD, when the players below are destroyed, they are all in a mess. How can they control the physical and mental fatigue? The negative impact of blood volume reduction? There is no destruction. The sinisterness of the human heart is reflected. One by one, they rushed to the Spirit King. Of course, the end is also extremely tragic. It's not easy for a warrior player. After getting the Lingwang's order, before he could enjoy it for a few seconds, the next moment the war came, and the bell rang, and the Lingwang's order fell to the ground.

The square sky painting halberd in my hand danced wildly, and my life was constantly harvested in my hand. Finally, the Lingwang order fell into my hand.

Rising to mid-air, the spirit king order in his hand seemed to be felt something, constantly shaking, and then a clear green beam of light burst out of the spirit king order and shot into my chest.

"Dingdong: Lingwangling holder-shadow, current coordinates (232,487), remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds." The next moment, a pleasant system prompt sounded in the sky, which spread to every corner of the elves.

(Thank you for the reward of 515888. Xiaochen will continue to work hard. As for the nonsense that insults Xiaochen, I don't think I have seen it. Of course, the brothers who can read this chapter of the book, if I still want to scold Xiaochen, then I'm really speechless, hehe... Xiaochen believes that whether they are readers or authors, they are all Chinese. The traditional virtues of China are not how to teach people, how to learn to find other people's shining points and praise them. In the future career and the dating circle, it is very important. Well, Xiaochen talked so much, and Ling Wangling finally got it. Hand, of course, the next 24 hours are the dust of the king. What you have to face is **. Xiaochen writes it carefully, hehe...)