Chapter 81 Death 2

The stunned mountain temple suddenly felt that his shoulders were suddenly hopped to death. There was a burst of pain and instinctively wanted to react, but only the sound of crackling bones on his shoulders.

Before I turned my head to see what was going on, my neck was twisted to one side fiercely. At the same time, I heard the thief's voice in my ear and laughed, "You are all quite two!"

Shannji II didn't understand how he fell into the hands of a six-level martial artist until he died. The huge power from his shoulders did not give him a chance to resist at all. While the shoulder blades were smashed, a strong palm had quickly pinched his throat. With a fierce twist, his head was uncontrollable. The system is tilted to the side.

Almost in an instant, Xu Lintao sensed the fat man's movements. The ninth-level magician's sensing ability to the external environment was even be a little abnormal. When Ye Fei's fighting spirit just started, he had already sensed the bad situation.

If he hadn't been keenly aware of the quiet fighting spirit, I'm afraid he would have thought that he would exchange refined rock steel for a way to survive. The fat pig's expression was so deceptive that he could fake it. Even he didn't doubt what the fat man said.

Xu Lintao almost instinctively raised his hand and shot a corrosion arrow. A purple-black energy arrow came out and took straight to the fat man's chest.

However, the distance between the fat man and Shannji II was too close. The two were almost completely together. As soon as the purple-black curse magic took action, Ye Fei's wrist had already grabbed Shannji II's throat, but with a gentle break, the head of the eighth-level warrior was no longer controlled by himself.

At the same time, Xu Lintao heard the ridicule of the disgusting fat pig with sharp teeth.

Stab...

The purple-black corrosion arrow has almost forced in front of the fat man as soon as he finished speaking.

The arrow of corrosion did not hit the fat man. From the beginning, the fat man has not relaxed his vigilance. With his "night vision" ability, he can perfectly grasp all the changes around him. As Xu Lintao, the most powerful nine-level magician among the crowd, his every move has never escaped the sight of the fat man.

The magic level of the Arrow of Corrosion is not very high. Generally speaking, it can be understood when the curse mage is at level 4, but when this magic is released with Xu Lintao's level 9 strength, it still left a great shock in Ye Fei's heart.

As we all know, the curse mage and the spiritual mage take two completely opposite paths. The spiritual mage is to increase their own strength, and the curse mage is to weaken the strength of the other party. However, the same thing is that these two magicians are the most effective assistants in team combat. Even at level 9, their own combat effectiveness is often It is the weakest at the same level, and usually only in the team can maximize the role of these two magicians.

However, after all, the nine-level strength is not a decoration, but just the simplest restrictive magic, which has made Ye Fei feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The fat man used the body of Huaili Shanneng Temple II to block the attack, with the energy of a strong corrosive breath, hitting the body that has lost the protection of war spirit, and exerted its original power almost in an instant.

At first, there was only a hole in the chest of Shan Nongsi II, and blood suddenly spewed out like a spring. However, the purple-black energy seemed to carry the power of annihilation, making the hole continue to expand, and wherever the purple-black energy goes, Lian Yan The color has changed, and the ulcerated wound has become yellow and green in an instant, which is extremely horrible.

Ye Fei quickly threw the body in his arms aside, just like throwing away a piece of garbage. At such a close distance, he could even smell the smell of the ulcerated wound.

The fat man did not mean to laugh at this eighth-level martial artist, but just a casual sentence, as if seeing a beautiful woman, he would instinctively be impulsive, which is a natural thing. Who let that idiot stare at the space ring in his hand? Who made him get close so easily? Who made him so stupid that he didn't have to protect his whole body?

The fat man feels that if he doesn't take this opportunity to do something, he is really sorry for Shan Nong Si Er's painstaking efforts. He is too cooperative with himself. It's hard to find such a good actor to spend money! What if it's an eight-level warrior? With this old arm and old leg, if there is no fighting spirit, a slightly stronger ordinary person can repair him severely.

However, when he saw the death of the second mountain temple so miserable, he couldn't help but feel a burst of nausea and may spit it out at any time.

Ye Fei looked at the body on the ground in tremblingly. The green and yellow pile could no longer see his personal shape. If he hadn't just thrown him aside with his own hands, it would have been impossible to imagine that this pair of disgusting things were an eighth-level martial artist.

Seeing that Shan Nong Si Er died in Ye Fei's hand so easily, how could he not make Xu Lintao angry? His magic not only failed to save Shan Nong Si Er's life, but also made him not even leave a complete body, but also let the nine-level magician release all his anger on this fat man's head.

"Catch him!" Xu Lintao roared, his men were not slow at all, and two arrows of corrosion came out one after another.

"Mom Gobi!" Ye Fei's cold sweat flowed in an instant, and the joy of shooting a level 8 martial artist with his own hands was gone. Even with the protection of the war spirit armor, it would not be good if he was hit by these two magics. Wouldn't the attack of the nine-level magician be so easy to resist?

The two magic arrows in front and behind suddenly bounced like poisonous snakes from the ground and went straight to Ye Fei's shoulders.

The fat man did not dare to take these two magics at all. His feet moved slightly, his shoulders flashed, and the arrow of corrosion almost crossed against the edge of the armor.

hiss! Hiss!

The arrow of corrosion hit the stone wall behind the fat man, corroding a hole two and a half meters in the blink of an eye.

Ye Fei, who had lingering lingering heart, had time to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, and suddenly there were several explosions of air around him. The attacks of the elites of the Sisoc family followed, followed by various colorful magic and war spirits.

No before.. The play, without warm-up, has entered the most tragic stage from the beginning of the battle.

In the view of the elites of the Sisko family, if it is not for blocking the escape route of the other party, it is completely unnecessary to tempt to tempt so many people to Tongsha City at the same time. Any of them can easily get rid of this fat man.

However, this idea has changed since the moment I saw these people in the slums.

If the leakage is not enough to alert these people, then the chase in the slums will make them start facing the opponents in front of them for the first time. It is enough to say that they can escape to the cliff under the pursuit and interception of so many people. If you can rely on only a few bottles of war spirit to restore potions, you can Run away non-stop, and no one will be convinced.

The gap between level 7, level 8 and level 6 can be described as a world of difference. It is also a martial artist. Every time you are promoted to a level, your physical strength, strength, speed, reaction, mastery of war spirit, control and many other aspects will be improved. Although these upgrades are supported by war spirit, they are not quite After a long period of hard practice and without a deep understanding of the fighting spirit of your own cultivation, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to persist from everyone for such a long time.

If it's just that the fat and others just run away, it may not make them angry. What really scares and angry them is the bald head. Where does the figure that seems to come from hell come from? Why can he reach such a terrible speed without the support of a little fighting spirit? Why are those eight-level warriors only barely able to keep up with his speed?

It's shocking enough to be able to enter and exit freely in the surrounded by many level 7 or 8 strong people. The man named Gabb was delayed for nearly ten minutes almost with the power of one person, which was simply unimaginable. The elite of the Sissoc family was intercepted by him in two ways and died alone. Stop it! There are also several seven-level companions buried in the distance, who didn't even see how they died in the hands of this person!

If Xu Lintao's magic had not controlled the speed of the bald man, the elites who usually claim to be the Sissko family could not even hurt him, but even so, they still let the bald man run out of the encirclement of dozens of people.

At that moment, what was the mood of these masters who usually called themselves family elites? Is it shocking? Is it fear? Is it scary? Or anger? No one can say it clearly, but everyone knows that the honor of the Sissoc family and the dignity of being a warrior and a magician have been trampled on for the first time. Even if there are many shocking things on the people in front of them, they can't hide the feeling of humiliation in their hearts.

However, just as the anger in their chest might break out at any time, the fat man gave them a blow again. Although reluctantly, the elites of the Sisko family must also admit that when they saw so many refined rock steel, everyone was moved and they could see clearly. Every companion has undisguised greed in his eyes, and he also knows that the same desire burns in his eyes.

However, when they still had time to digest everything in the future, an eighth-level warrior died in the hands of the fat man without any defense, watching his companion die in front of him, just because of one of his distractions. At that time, even one person could stay rational and stay a little sober. , such a tragic picture will not happen.

Eight-level warriors are not cheap vegetables in the market, nor inferior cigars in the hands of street vendors. They are respectable strong people in any country. They are respected as gods in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are the simplest to be used by a six-level warrior. Played by psychological means.

The ridicule of the fat man who was full of feces and extremely despicable was even more like a slap in the face.

Bum! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The successive attacks are like huge waves on the sea, roaring like mountains and seas.