Chapter 66 Limit of the Game 2

"Although it is a game, isn't the official claiming to be infinitely close to reality? Although it is impossible to have that illusory internal power here, some practical techniques can still be learned from!" Wangchuan looked at Xu Changman, who suddenly interrupted him, with reproach. At this point, he looked back at the fast-moving thirteen swords, and his excited eyes flashed a glimmer of light again. "For example, some skills of power and speed, of course, I don't know the specific details."

"So that's it!" Hearing this, Xu Feng nodded with a little understanding.

"Look, they're close!" The passers-by who had been watching the situation of the ring couldn't help turning their heads and reminding them.

Hearing the kind reminder of passers-by, Xu Feng and others temporarily put down these topics and focused on the ring again.

"Do you want to escape!" Thirteen Swords quickly bullied the left side of Ziyan, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and whispered. However, his movements were faster than his voice.

A cold light cut through the sky and hit his left arm in a hurry under Ziyan's shocked eyes.

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A stream of blood splashed high from the air!

The eyelids of the thirteen swords were lowered, and he accidentally glanced at Ziyan's throat, but it didn't hit the point. Originally, this sword went straight to his throat, but it was avoided by Ziyan.

You should know that in the fantasy setting, if the key is hit, there is at least more than a chance of double critical strike.

Although there was an accident, the movement of the thirteen swords did not stop. He was like a maggot attached to the bone, close to Ziyan's side, and the sharp sword in his hand once again transformed into a shadow and hit Ziyan's body continuously.

Dense numbers floated from Ziyan's head.

"Is this impossible?" Wangchuan saw this and exclaimed. You should know that Ziyan is also a top-ranking master in the guild. At this moment, he was beaten by an outsider in front of him without fighting back. "This... This person..."

"The previous action of Ziyan was equivalent to the same level as myself. I didn't expect to meet him, but it was such a vulnerable thing. Then I was in front of the thirteen swords... It's the same... Alas!" Looking at it, Xu Feng's heart inadvertently flashed such a slight fluctuation and shook his head. It seemed that he still had a long way to go to become a master.

Woth!

The sword shadows hit the stiff Ziyan's body like a storm, making him retreat. In the sword shadow like Lin, he did not have any counterattack power and could not make any evasive actions.

"Is it stiff?" Wangchuan's face changed again and again, muttering, "It's actually the legendary continuous stiffness!"

Stiffness, Xu Feng knows that some skills in the game will make the attacked object stiff, and the preparation time for some big skills will also make the user fall into a stiff state, commonly known as waiting for death, also known as the moment of flaws.

Is it stiff? The rigid state of ordinary attacks? Xu Feng picked up the corner of his eyes and threw two questions to Wangchuan in a row.

"Of course, ordinary attacks will not be stiff." Wangchuan's expression was slightly slow. After a while, he said with a little trembling, "Of course, it can't be said to be absolute. We can understand that there is almost no rigid state of ordinary attacks!"

"Almost?" Xu Feng looked sideways at him, and the corners of his eyes flashed, keenly capturing a critical word in his words, "Do you mean that there is?"

"Ye" Wangchuan nodded with a heavy expression, looked at the thirteen swords on the ring, and muttered, "There is, but this short stiffness time is almost negligible with the skills of ordinary players."

Wangchuan said this, pondered for a moment, and then continued, "If, I mean, if the speed of the ordinary attack moves is faster than the almost negligible 0.008 seconds of stiffness time, and you have to maintain this speed and continue to chopping, only in this way can the character's stiffness time be prolonged, that is, Like the Thirteen Swords..." Speaking of this, Wangchuan raised his head, stared at the ring tightly, and said a cruel reality heavily, "His prey will not move!"

"Terrible!" Hearing this, Xu Feng hurriedly flashed these two words in his mind, and his face changed again and again. Xu Feng could not imagine the speed of his move faster than 0.008 seconds.

"It's terrible." Wangchuan smiled bitterly, "But it's hard to meet a master at this level!"

"However, we met, didn't we?" Hearing this, Xu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Wangchuan looked at the ring fixedly, and his eyes flashed, "Yes, so I want to say that I should buy a lottery ticket, because it is more difficult than winning the sports lottery prize." Speaking of this, Wangchuan smiled bitterly and subconsciously touched his nose, "I didn't expect that I would have such an idea, really..."

"Is he a professional player?" Xu Feng took a look at Wangchuan. Xu Feng understood his behavior. After thinking about it carefully, he also couldn't laugh or cry. It can also be said that he was lucky when he met the thirteen swords. If he hadn't touched the Wanfeng Valley that day, maybe he would have missed it.

"I don't know!" Wangchuan raised his head again, and the emotions on his face had been perfectly hidden. He stared at the ring, carefully thought about Xu Feng's problem, and shook his head decisively. "This is the first time I've heard the nickname of the game Thirteen Swords, and I haven't heard us mention it for a long time."

"Oh!" Xu Feng answered faintly and looked at the ring. Although he is not a professional player, I think professional players are at most like this. Maybe...

Every slash of the thirteen swords forced Ziyan to take a passive step back. When Ziyan's HP turned into anemia and was about to return to zero, the waveless eyes of the thirteen swords suddenly flashed a sharp light, like a sword.

"It's over!" Seeing Xu Feng here, he whispered silently.

With Xu Feng's words falling, a bright sword light shined on the ring.

-84! Double critical strike.

With a bang, then a stream of blood rose at a high speed.

Ziyan covered his neck, and his eyes fell down unwillingly. Then he turned into a little white light and slowly disappeared from the ring.

A trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the thirteen swords, but it was not caught. He took a look at the direction of Ziyan's disappearance, and then calmly walked down the ring.

Silent!

At this moment, Wangchuan and others looked at him and did not dare to despise him, as if they were looking at the high star, with admiration and awe in their eyes.

Xu Feng was also shocked. Although he had known that he was powerful for a long time, he still surprised Xu Feng's surprise.

"I actually lost?" Ziyan stood on the edge of the ring and laughed miserably, "It's ridiculous that I lost so miserably... Still...!" He lowered his head heavily and sighed gently, with a weak voice with strong unwillingness and despair.

The thirteen swords walked down the ring and looked at Wangchuan, which means, okay.

"Okay, just brush the ordinary one!" In fact, Wangchuan wants to challenge difficulties, but after watching this, Wangchuan has a general understanding of the attack of the thirteen swords. "Unfortunately, his attack is not high, otherwise, he can brush difficult copies with his skills."

"Ye" Thirteen Swords nodded and formed a team with Wangchuan. Without talking nonsense, he walked to the direction of the copy first.

"Thunder is very popular!" When the thirteen swords went a little far away, Xu Changman withdrew his sight, smiled strangely at Xu Feng, and said flatteringly, "How can I know a master? He is so awesome. Ask him to teach me two tricks. As long as he learns a little skin, hehe!" Speaking of this, Xu Changman got up in front of Xu Feng.

"We just met once!" Xu Feng took a look at Ziyan on the edge of the ring, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. After thinking about it carefully, he turned to Xu Changman and said, "Let's go too!" After saying that, he winced at Xu Changman.

"Oh?" Xu Changman looked at Ziyan suspiciously along Xu Feng's eyes, as well as Wangchuan and others, and understood in an instant.

Soon the two followed behind the thirteen swords and walked slowly towards the copy of Graca.

"It's okay!"

and other unrelevant people walked away. Wangchuan walked to Ziyan's side worriedly, hesitated for a while, and finally asked.

"I will try my best, and I believe I won't lose!" Ziyan waved his hand to stop Wangchuan's comforting words. He raised his head and stared at the direction of the disappearance of the thirteen swords, with strong confidence in his eyes.