Chapter 172 First Player
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After 20 days of hard practice, the unparalleled level of the saint has risen to 4902, which is equivalent to the first in the ranking list. What's more terrible is that he has unblocked a god-level equipment on his body, with a defense of more than 90 million, and his strength has soared, so he is full of confidence.
"Flying Ant King, block the radius of kilometers, and don't let any creatures get close." The saint Wushuang gave an order and looked at Wu Yuan with a sneer.
"Yes, master." The 500-level forbidden boss flying ant king behind him took the order, and the forbidden power covered a kilometer. Once a creature approached, it would be attacked most fiercely.
I have to say that the saint is unparalleled with good means. He has not seen him for 20 days. He has been promoted from controlling the 450-level forbidden BOSS to the 500-level forbidden BOSS, which can be said to be appalling. If it spreads, he will not crush people to death, and he will also scare people faint.
Wu Yuan put away the blood-winged dragon and the ice unicorn to fight against the strong at the level of the Holy One. Before they became great, it was not enough for the other party to kill.
"Hmm, the saint is unparalleled. You can't leave alive this time." Wu Yuan snorted coldly and took a step forward. The holy sword raised his head towards the sky, and his momentum rose steadily. His evil spirit was awe-inspiring and swallowed the mountains and rivers. The blue, purple, black and red halo behind him flashed, shining brightly, making people unable to open their eyes.
He does not underestimate the unparalleled saint. If the other party dares to kill himself, his strength must have greatly increased. Maybe he has complete god-level equipment. However, Wu Yuan is confident that he will leave the Holy One Unparalleled. With his own defense of seven5 million, he is still afraid of his bird.
A sword pierces the heart!
Wu Yuan attacked strongly, the holy sword shook, and the holy power was vast. From it, the evil thoughts that invaded people's hearts were caught, and the sword directly took the unparalleled heart of the saint. The saint is unparalleled and does not dodge. He dances with a divine knife, meets Wu Yuan, and starts a fierce confrontation. Mars splashes everywhere, and the sound of impact is endless.
The two met like enemies, and their eyes were particularly red-eyed. As soon as they started, there was a fierce collision. The fire at the junction of Xiewei and Shengwei splashed everywhere, making a crackling sound, which made the void burst. In the confrontation of thought power, a bad soul is damaged, and the end is that the soul is scattered and dies. This is much more than that. The swords in their hands are even more dazzling. The swords and shadows are vertical and horizontal, and the blood is splashing, and the jingling sound keeps breaking the tranquility in the depths of Qushan.
—32000, —58000, —36000, —63000......
Different equivalents of damage emerge from the two people one by one. The damage value of the Holy One is always higher than that of Wu Yuan. As it goes on, his health value has dropped significantly, almost twice that of Wu Yuan. The more the saint was, the more shocked he was, and he sweated coldly. Unexpectedly, after 20 days, the evil king's unfated progress had reached such a terrible level, which was no more than himself.
"God, how can his defense be so abnormal?" The saint Wushuang roared hysterically and could not accept this result. Even if he opened the Holy King's Column, the Holy King's Light and so on, all kinds of means were exhausted, there was still a huge gap with fate, which could not be crossed. The Holy One Unparalleled is not a fool. He knows that he must have a great adventure. With his perverted defense, even if he uses a must-kill pilgrimage, he can't kill him.
Heaven and Man Zong!
The Holy One Unparalleled never fights in a battle with no chance of winning. Since he is not the opponent of the evil king, there is no need to stay. He intercepted Wu Yuan's attack with a knife, flashed back, and cast out his escape skill. He jumped without a trace, leaving a reluctant voice: "The evil king has no fate. I underestimate you. When I am promoted to the vertical and horizontal realm of the fifth generation, it will be the day to take your life."
"I said that you don't want to leave alive today. Do you take my words as a whisper? Magician Sky Mask! The magic is magnificent! Magic control the world!" Wu Yuan shouted coldly, and there was an extra holy wand in his hand. At the same time, he cast out three forbidden magic magic to control the world, and formed a triple magic mask, covering 500 meters in an instant, trapping the unparalleled footsteps of the saint. At the same time, the weapon in Wu Yuan's hand turned into a holy bow, shooting an arrow at the saint Wushuang 400 meters away, one arrow turned nine arrows, like lightning flashing, shooting on the saint's unparalleled back, hitting 40,000 damage one by one, breaking his escape state.
Wu Yuan's fighting spirit rushed to the sky, murderous, four jumps, appeared in front of the saint Wushuang, waved the holy sword to attack crazily, one by one, pressing the saint Wushuang to fight fiercely, making him retreat and spit blood three liters.
"Break it for me!" The more Wu Yuan fought, the more brave he became. He was so powerful that he swept the world. He smashed the unparalleled Holy King Tianzhu with a sword and hit him 100 meters away.
Poo!
The Holy Man's unparalleled blood sprayed wildly, causing 68,000 blood damage. Not only that, the powerful evil spirit invaded his body and launched a crazy attack on the soul. For example, the saint Wushuang screamed and fell to the ground, hugged his head and rolled, causing 220,000 damage, and fell into a state of dementia.
His health value has gone to more than six million, with about 30% left, and the situation is very gloomy.
Taking advantage of your illness and killing you, this is the golden rule that Wu Yuan has always flattered. He soared into the air, and the saint held a sword and cut it off at the head, not giving the saint unparalleled time to breathe.
"It's not enough. If you want to kill me, you have to pay a heavy price!" At the critical moment, the saint Wushuang broke through the negative state with strong willpower. As soon as he appeared, his real body escaped from Wu Yuan's sword and launched the most fierce attack with a magic knife. Anyway, you can't get rid of the old one. Let it go. Maybe there will be a turning point.
Crazy Dragon Cut!
Holy King's Fist!
A sacred blow!
The light of cutting!
A knife to touch the vicissitudes of life!
......
The saint's unparalleled fighting spirit is surging, and the holy power is vast, just like the arrival of a king. He has a divine spiritual staff in his hand. He dances one knife and one by one, and launches a fierce attack. A magic skill is forbidden skill without capital. The knife is strong and horizontal, and the spiritual skills fly together, submerged 500 meters, which floods Wu Yuan like atopus. Suddenly, the sun and moon had no light, and the earth sank. Wu Yuan's magic light covered with ripples and might crack at any time.
"Good luck! The evil king's palm! Cut the world! Broken and traceless! A shocking sword..." Wu Yuan was unwilling to show weakness. The holy sword danced and played powerful skills one by one. The divine power rolled, the forbidden power was powerful, swept the world with a row of mountains and seas, and had a fierce confrontation with the Holy Ones.
When the brave met on the narrow road, Wu Yuan and the two fought fiercely again, but this time the Holy One was forced to fight back.
The sword is horizontal, and the spiritual magic is flying together. The figures of the two have long been blurred, and there are only endless sword shadows, the sound of impact, and the sound of explosions are endless. The powerful sword light shot through the earth and rocks, leaving holes one by one, and the magic mask that trapped the Holy One was broken and lost its function. The flying ant king, who was controlled by the saint Wushuang, died in the explosive storm caused by the battle between the two, which was extremely sad.
There were different degrees of wounds on the two people, and the blood stained the whole body red, which was shocking. The unparalleled blood volume of the saint is only one-perone. On the other hand, Wu Yuan still has 40%, and the gap is obvious.
"The Holy One is unparalleled, it's time for everything to end! Ten thousand swords return to the clan!" Wu Yuan did not hesitate to play the must-kill skill Wanjian Guizong, and did not give the saint Wushuang a chance to escape for his life. At this moment, Wu Yuan is a sword, and the sword is also Wu Yuan. The two are inseparable from each other and contain all kinds of sword meanings. The saint is unparalleled and bursts out. Under the must-kill skill, the saint is hopeless to escape.
"The evil king has no fate. You bully people too much. I'll fight with you! Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and saints are unrighteous, so I will slaughter the saints and destroy the sky! A blow from the pilgrimage!" The saint roared angrily, and also hit a must-kill pilgrimage blow, burst out twelve times the combat power, waved a knife against the sky, and the knife rushed to the sky, and the intention of killing rolled, containing the artistic conception of shaking the world and shocking all the saints. With the power to destroy everything, God blocked and killed the god, and had a big collision with Wu Yuan's swords return to the sect.
Boom!
A loud noise shook Qushan, and the explosion storm swept out. The space of the square kilometer burst into a vacuum.
The saint is like a broken kite. It flew backwards and hit the ground. His health value bottomed out, and he lost a piece of equipment and more than a dozen gold coins. He returned to the cemetery to report at the first time, but he didn't want to be killed by Wu Yuan with the resurrection charm. The Holy One comes and goes quickly.
Compared with the collision of killing skills, Wu Yuan was also uncomfortable. He flew backwards ten feet away, causing 1.8 million bright red damage, leaving 20% of his health.
"Oh, it's so fast!" Wu Yuan was sogrly that the opportunity to blow up the equipment on the Holy One Wushuang was gone.
In the past, I always liked to attack. I thought that attack is the king. Now it seems that defense is also very important. It can be said that in the face of absolute defense, any attack is tickling. Of course, in the face of absolute attack power, any defense is also a native chicken and a dog. With the unparalleled battle of the saints, Wu Yuan has benefited a lot.
"God, who is fighting over there? The aftermath is stronger than the magnitude 8 earthquake, which makes me unstable!"
"I think the evil king must have no chance in this level of battle."
"Flaw, then we will also rush to take advantage of the injury of the evil king, and give him a knife, and then I will send it hahaha!"
"If you want to make up for it, I'll make up for it. I can't die!"
With good ideas, the players rushed to the explosion one after another, thinking of a fisherman to make a profit.
The most shocking person is the King of the Holy One. He is about two kilometers away from the battle between Wu Yuan and the Holy One. He was lucky enough to witness this scene. He was stunned and scared. I haven't seen him for more than half a month. This man is so powerful that even the saint Wushuang has been killed by him. It's really terrible.
If you want to know that the Holy One is more powerful than me, the first player in the real Holy Continent died at the hands of the evil king, so he is not the first player. Oh, my God, how can I kill him? The Holy King has a black line, extremely depressed, and the power of fate breaks his thinking. If he is not promoted to the vertical and horizontal realm of the fifth generation, he will definitely be the same as the saint's unparalleled.
"The evil king has no fate. Wait for me. No matter how strong you are, you can't stop my determination to revenge." The Holy King thought fiercely, and his firm tone was beyond doubt. He suddenly turned around and left Qushan.
Wu Yuan picked up the booty, which was a seven-fold sealed god-level shoulder guard, which was unsealed three times, which was equivalent to a 500-level holy product shoulder guard. He sent it to his sweetheart, and Wu Yuan continued to move forward.
When the public players played at the scene of the explosion, people had already gone to the empty building. More than 300 meters of large pits and shocking cracks at the scene deeply shocked all the players, and they felt insincerely powerless, which could not be caused by anyone at all.
When he killed the Holy One Unparalleled, Wu Yuan was in a good mood and full of confidence in going to the evil continent. He withdrew from the game, hugged the little fairy beside him, blew a breath in her ear, kissed her smooth and tender face, put one hand on the little fairy's chest, skillfully unbuttoned it, and said gently, "Little fairy, I want it!"