Feeling the annoyance of a group of "little bugs" in front of him, the flame demon was so upset that it became more angry. The scimitar in his hand ignited a thin red and blue flame, which was true. One knife passed quickly and slashed on the alcoholic shield.

The drunkard was suffering, and the huge power accompanied by the scimitar made a little crack appear on the ground where his combat boots were trampled. His blood volume fell in half, and even if Feng Nanming and others continued to treat it, it would not be able to recover.

Without hesitation, a clear light appeared on his shield, and another damage reduction skill was activated. His body suddenly sank, and his shaking body slowly stabilized.

Wu Qi was secretly nervous. The Fire Demon was not like the boss he could be guided at this stage. He was like a smart NPC. His steps and sword skills were all decent, which made everyone have the idea of ​​facing real people.

Fortunately, it also relies on the system's hatred judgment. Wu Qi slowly breathed a sigh of relief. If the Flame Demon ignores the system's hatred settings and kills them and the mages first, the game will be impossible to play.

At this moment, it seemed that he was tired of such a stalemate. The flame demon roared angrily, and the flame attached to the scimitar in his hand changed from red to indigo blue. It strides forward and slashes on the alcoholic shield with one knife.

Boom! Clang!

First, he stepped on the ground, cracks were like the sound of spider webs, and then, at the intersection of the scimitar and the shield, dazzling metal sparks rubbed out.

The drunkard's originally stable posture suddenly broke open, and was knocked out like a meteor, and a clear crack broke out from his shield!

Oops!

Wu Qi and the drunkard both thought to themselves in no time. The two of them spoke in unison: "Pharm, take over the hatred!"

Although the blue potion is a sub-t, he followed the studio strategy boss more than a hundred times, and he knew what he should do. He had been busy outputting it before, and several skills that attracted hatred came out one after another, firmly occupying the second position on the hatred list.

Seeing that the drunkard was chopped away, only a little residual blood was left, and the flame demon was about to move forward without any hesitation.

Taunt! The skill that potion has been earning tightly, and the hatred has quickly surpassed the alcoholic who was originally ranked first. He was afraid that there would be insufficient hatred, so he cut and killed and threw it out one after another.

The unstoppable figure of the flame demon paused, and its red and bloody eyes flashed with a trace of struggle. It looked at the alcoholic who was about to die of blood, and looked at the "little bug" that had been outputting and making him feel pain. Finally, it turned its head and looked at the azure potion, another guy who couldn't help but get bored!

His slanted eyes were filled with bloody red, and the scimitar in his hand was raised high and slashed towards the potion.

The alcoholic who escaped a life with a life with a surviving blood seized time to recover his blood volume. He stared at the battle situation. Whether it was potions or large bowls and intestines, they couldn't stop it for long, and he could only recover as soon as possible!

The blue potion and a large bowl of intestines gave the alcoholic a minute of recovery time. At this time, the health volume had recovered. The alcoholic joined the battle with a shield that still had cracks left in the battle.

It seems that the shield will be changed after the incident. I hope this Fire Demon can explode a good shield.

The drunkard was thinking while silently outputting, accumulating hatred.

After several skills that attracted hatred took action one after another, his hatred ranking finally passed the potion and ranked second, under the big bowl of monsters that was fighting against the monsters.

"Brother Jiugui! I can't stand it anymore!" Dawan and fat body with fat intestines had to retreat little by little in the face of the fire demon's step-by-step pressing. His face was flushed, his fat face trembled, and his blood volume dropped in pieces.

The drunkard nodded and took a deep breath. The skill plus the flat chop Xingyun Liushui came out, and smoothly snatched the flame demon's hatred.

The flame demon was covered with a vast body, and he looked at the surrounding halls. They had already walked down from the high platform and retreated all the way. The palace was in a mess, with the soil flying, and it had long disappeared from its solemn and gorgeous appearance before.

As the Fire Demon goes down the platform and starts attacking, the Drunkard takes over the hatred again and starts fighting monsters. Five minutes have passed during this period.

Wu Qi and others have never relaxed their output during this period. Wu Qi's hot flame and the burning hand took action one after another. Lin Hao's painful whip in his hand and the proud skill of the Destruction Warlock - Destruction Flame one after another. The drunkard stood on the side of the Flame Demon, with flames rolling on the sword, slashing, killing, and magnificent momentum. The thief relied on invisibility to appear and appear, chiseling, slashing, bleeding, and his skills were like flowing water......

The Fire Demon's blood volume is about 5ooo left!

The battle continues!

5ooo!4ooo!3ooo!

Wu Qi and other mages have long since knocked off the instant magic potion. The long-term uninterrupted output is too powerful for mages at this stage and it is difficult to sustain.

The damage reduction skills of the alcoholic man lit up one after another, and he entered the CD one after another. When his health reached the bottom, he simply drank the instant potion, and was still carrying the attack of the flame demon.

The cracks on his shield became more and more obvious. The scimitar hit the shield, and even the sound of cracking and cracking could be heard. The shield was almost deformed. Even if it was taken back for repair, the quality would be greatly reduced.

25oo!15oo!

mt had already replaced the potion, and he was in full condition. Even if the fire demon's damage was good, it would be difficult to kill him in seconds.

"Damn humans, you have angered the powerful Lord Sain, bear the anger of Lord Sain!"

The Flame Demon felt that it was getting weaker and weaker, but the "weak" humans around him were unable to win. It finally decided to explode its strength. Although its strength was greatly reduced by the hand of the passage through the underground world to the ground, the powerful Lord Sain was not something that a small human could defeat!

Its innate blood skills burst out, and the flames that had originally soaked all over the body immediately surged, and the flame demon was like a red and blue flame.

Roar! Demonic flame explodes!

The demon flame exploded like a strong wind. The demon flame was filled with indigo and blue in red, and the aura of evil and darkness filled it. The flames stormed and licked everything.

Back! Back! Back! Back! Back!

Wu Qi's pupils tightened, and he didn't think about it, and his body retreated suddenly, but the flames burned everywhere, stained everywhere, filled his eyes, where can he escape?

The demon flame was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, contaminating Wu Qi's body. A series of damage jumped up one after another from his head, and the damage was not high, with less than five points.

What's going on? How can the damage of the Fire Demon's skill be so low?

Wu Qi frowned and looked around, and still found the reason - the damage to the Demon Flame continued to lose blood according to percentage, 5% at a time, even the thickest shield fighter drunkard.

2o seconds? Wu Qi squinted his eyes and outputted continuously, but the Fire Demon still had more than 1,000 blood volume. Even if he worked together, it would take one minute. Where could he have time?
Chapter completed!