clang!

The sword was swung out, with great force and heavy force, and it was slightly shaken back as if it was still as a mountain. The Sword Saint of Assassin glanced around gently, and the members of the Seventh Heaven were close to him like ant, trying their best to create output.

"Jumping clown!" The eyes of the ascetic swordsman seemed to move, his lips squirmed, and his voice was low and gloomy.

"Be careful!" Wu Qi's pupils shrank, and he had only a short reminder. The sword saint's long sword swept slanted, and the purple-black sword energy splashed everywhere like a wind blade, instantly sweeping over the surrounding melee players.

The dense damage floated up from the top of the player's heads. Fortunately, Wu Qi reminded him in time, and everyone's hearts were tense. As soon as he saw the action of the Sword Saint, the shield-armored warrior immediately stopped attacking and switched to a defensive posture. The shield blocked in front of him, resisting most of the damage.

Therefore, although it looks terrifying to the point of damage, everyone is still in a state of residual health and is not killed instantly.

"The player with a residual blood retreats and waits for treatment! The player behind him makes up for the position!" Wu Qi sighed lightly and hurriedly directed.

The formation of melee players began to change in an orderly manner. These are elite players selected from more than 10,000 guild players. They have experienced many games, and their combat awareness is not bad, and they can execute commands quickly.

The shaking of the sword was eliminated. He shouted softly, took a big step forward, and the light blue shield slapped the sword saint hard, attracting hatred. He learned from his previous experience, his pace became more steady, his body was slightly bowed, and his center of gravity decreased to avoid the accidental life last time.

The Sword Saint of Cultivation became a little irritable, the purple-black aura was slightly misty, and the eyes exposed on the face armor became darker. Even though the hatred that was still as motionless as a mountain firmly occupied the list, the Sword Saint of Cultivation still attacked the other players surrounding him from time to time.

Some shield armor warriors have quick eyes and quick hands, and switch to a defensive posture. After being knocked away by a sword, they can even leave a trace of bloody skin on the ground. However, players with bad luck do not react so quickly. After being knocked away, a corpse has become in the air.

Wu Qi was helpless in this. It was impossible to deal with a demonized boss without casualties. Wu Qi could only reduce the mortality rate as much as possible.

"Accelerate the output!" Wu Qi looked down at the blood of the Sword Saint, and it dropped to about 7o. He directed, "Apply the armor-breaking skill to the boss, where is the thief? Bleed the boss!"

The thieves have been wandering around the Sword Saint of Practitioners, rushing forward from time to time to deal a full set of damage, leaving at once, waiting for the next round of skill CD to improve. Under Wu Qi's command, they all moved forward one after another, and the bloodshed skills poured on the Sword Saint of Practitioners. Although each bleeding was only a bit mandatory, it was better than nothing, and stopped the bloodshed of the Sword Saint of Practitioners.

The mages and archers increased their output as much as possible, and high-damage skills were chanted and poured onto the ascetic swordsman. The priests were not idle for a moment. The warriors in the front row were waiting for their healing. The light green healing beam flashed constantly, covering the melee warriors in the residual blood.

Time passed little by little, and after about ten minutes, the blood volume of the Sword Saint of Practicing finally dropped to 5o.

At the same time, the sword saint's impatient irritability accumulated to the peak. He finally couldn't help it. The thicker the purple-black mist was wrapped around his ink-like armor and the scarlet cloak. On the armor and the cloak, runes with complicated and complexity, impliciting profound magic power lit up one after another. The darker the armor, the scarlet cloak, the darker the cloak, the darker the cloak.

"The real swordsman will never fall!" The voice of the ascetic swordsman who had been silent roared hoarsely. His long sword was immediately dyed with a layer of blood red and entangled with purple and black, which made the long sword huge, like a special-shaped heavy sword, strange and sharp.

Demon-breaking Slash!

The Sword Saint of Practitioner took a big step forward, with a long sword, no, the heavy sword passed a trace and landed heavily on the giant shield standing on the ground as if it was still as moving as a mountain.

Just like cutting a tofu with a knife, the defensive skills lingering around the body of the Northland warrior were instantly destroyed. The motionlessness under the giant shield continued to tremble like a mountain. The unparalleled power made it difficult for him to support him. He retreated step by step and took deep footprints.

-1o12!

The high damage never moved like a mountain floating up, and the blood volume of the Northland warrior was instantly cleared.

"Haha! Violence is both elegant!" The ascetic swordsman laughed wildly, and with one blow, he took a big step forward, trying to pursue the victory.

Crash! Shield strike!

In the slanting thorn, a burly figure instantly appeared in front of the ascetic sword saint. Luo Ying Chengshang held a shield in one hand and waved a one-handed sword in the other, "breaking the armor", "killing", "slashing", and skills poured out.

The fall shadow, which was originally located in the second sequence of the Sword Saint hatred list, continued to rise, and soon became as still as a mountain, firmly ranked first.

The body of the Sword Saint paused. He looked at Luoying Chengshang, and then looked at the mountain not far away, as if he was hesitant.

ridicule!

Luoying Chengshang's hatred finally stabilized. The Sword Saint no longer hesitated. He was furious and waved his heavy sword, pouring his anger on the shield war that blocked his path.

Luoying Chengshang's resistance is inferior to that of a mountain. It is a bit reluctant to carry this ascetic swordsman. Even with the continuous treatment of the priest, Luoying Chengshang's blood volume continues to decline.

Schrödinger's tiger knew in his heart that Luoying was in the situation, and he also bullied himself forward and buried his head in creating output. His hatred value continued to rise, and he became as still as a mountain, falling tightly behind Luoying was in the middle of Luoying.

Luoying Chengshang's blood volume dropped to half, and he tacitly stopped attracting hatred. At the same time, "Shield Strike", "Armor Breaking", "Damnation", and several skills took action. Soon the hatred value exceeded Luoying Chengshang and occupied the position.

The Sword Saint of Assassin then shifted his target and began to attack Schrödinger's tiger.

The blood volume of Bumo Rushan was damaged by milk. His skills were improved and he also walked up. He used the same trick again. Soon, Bumo Rushan snatched the hatred list from Schrödinger's tiger and replaced the hatred of the ascetic swordsman again.

After a round of hatred, the Sword Saint finally started to face the unmoved mountain again.

However, the ascetic swordsman after "crazy" has higher damage, and several skills have been released more frequently, so everyone has greater pressure.

From time to time, the northern warriors were repelled by sudden skills, and Luoying Chengshang and the others quickly made up for the position and rotated in turn.

The surrounding shield battles were knocked away and turned into white light and returned to the cemetery. The blood volume of the Sword Saint began to decline steadily.

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Chapter completed!