Yue Wuhen put away an excellent-quality armor and a piece of magical wild dog fur, and observed the surrounding environment with a serious expression:

"No matter how you look at it, it looks like a village of death, and these demonized wild dogs are not phantoms, and there are equipment that are dropped."

The real realm they are in is a dilapidated village with dim light and ruins everywhere. The broken streets and alleys have become a habitat for demonized wild dogs, and they have not met a single walking villager.

Yan Feng: "We'd better leave here as soon as possible, this place cannot be kept for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, four demonized wild dogs appeared in front of the three of them. Yan Feng frowned, rushed forward with his sword in both hands and slashed directly.

The demonized wild dogs are just ordinary monsters, with their attacks and defenses very ordinary. The trouble is that they are numerous. Since they entered here, they have appeared in groups, with no signs of decrease. Continuously collecting furs almost made Yue Wuhen’s hands weak.

"Stop collecting it, go quickly!" Yan Feng blocked the way forward.

More than fifty demonized wild dogs were wiped out in the village of death, and the three finally rushed out. Along the way, they passed a deserted field, the terrain gradually grew higher, and then they entered a hilly forest. However, the three people were not the jungle beasts, the terrifying demons, but—

cemetery?!

Yue Wuhen: "It's gloomy here, there will be no ghosts, right?"

"Ghost..." Chen Shiyao looked around in horror, as if every mound was hidden in the shadow behind the tombstone, and her feet were trembling and moved to Yanfeng.

At this time, a gloomy female voice sounded in the air - "Ha...", like a ghostly breath, making people shudder.

"Ah- there is a ghost!" Chen Shiyao hugged Yan Feng in horror, closing her eyes and not daring to look again.

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling the softness and faint fragrance that was close to his chest and the faint fragrance coming from his nose. He hurriedly reached out to hold her shoulders and naturally got rid of the embarrassment of embracing, comforting:

"It's normal for us to appear ghosts in the game, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Well..." Chen Shiyao's face turned from pale to red. Although she felt that it was inappropriate to get too close, Yan Feng's wide palm made her weak heart feel a little reluctant. Finally, she just lowered her head shyly, and a happy smile appeared faintly at the corner of her mouth.

Yue Wuhen muttered: "All beauties are matched with heroes, so what should I do, a mortal..."

"ha……"

The breathing sound was obviously much closer. Yan Feng saw a sharp look at the right side with his eyes sharply. He saw a blue-faced witch wearing a dark purple long hem skirt and ice-blue haired and two demon-energy beasts slowly approaching.

Demon Wizard, Danger Level 11, Magic Beast, Danger Level 10.

"Level 11? It doesn't look like an ordinary wizard." Yue Wuhen took out the bow and arrow and retreated aside, ready to shoot at any time.

Looking at the demon wizard with drifting steps and the magic beast with bright red fangs, Yan Feng's expression became solemn:

"Shiyao, I may not be able to get rid of the attack later, and you will be under a lot of pressure."

"Yes." Chen Shiyao nodded nervously.

Yan Feng never gave up the opportunity to take the initiative to attack, even if the divine beast appeared in front of him. The two swords swung slightly, and in a breath, the sword blade had already stabbed the demon wizard's thin chest.

Continuous puncture,-393,-908! Broken tendons, [bleeding],-53,-53,-53,...

The arms spread out, break the ice, and the phantom stabbed the roots of the thighs of the two demon beasts, causing a slowdown effect.

The demon wizard felt pain and raised his thin dry hands. Blue fluctuations appeared between the four pointed fingers. Then a cold ice arrow with a cold air penetrated through the Yanfeng chest armor. The biting feeling of coldness hit the whole body, and the hands and feet seemed to be frozen at this moment.

At this time, the two demon-energy beasts opened their bloody mouths and bit Yan Feng.

Magic Tear,-166,[Bleeding],-45,-45,-45,...

The magic beast tearing is accompanied by a slowing effect, and the ice slowing of the ice arrow, the Yan Peak is almost unable to move at this time, and the health value drops at a visible speed. Then the green light of the two healing touches falls on the body.

"Dance of the Wind Shadow!"

Two purple swords burst wildly on the demon wizard, and the white wind blade cut the dark red body of the magic beast like a sickle.

Continuous spikes,-504,-450,-1159!-450, violent blows,-571,-450, continuous spikes,-507,-450,-1166!-450,-1163 (Phantom effect)!-450, continuous spikes,-509,-450,-1155!-450, continuous spikes,-505,-450,-1161!-450,...

Yanfeng's defense is as high as 284 points, plus the 20% external force weakening effect of Wind Shadow Dance, the damage caused to him by the magic beast with an attack power of about 450 points was instantly reduced to a pitiful 70 points.

Yue Wuhen had already discovered the abnormality on Yan Feng's body. He knew that the effect of the Wind Shadow Dance would be in crisis once the situation passed, and the demon wizard must be solved within 30 seconds. His bow-pulling shooting action was like flowing water. Each arrow caused nearly 200 points of damage to the demon wizard. Although it was not as high as the critical damage of the Yan Feng's continuous sting, its speed was no worse than that of Yan Feng in a frozen state.

"30 seconds...20,19,18..." Chen Shiyao kept in mind what Yan Feng said before, silently chanting the duration of the Wind Shadow Dance, waiting for the effect to end and increase the amount of treatment immediately.

In 30 seconds, the demon wizard lost more than 30,000 health under the dual attacks of Yan Feng and Yue Wuhen. However, the health of the level 11 elite monster exceeded 40,000 points. Yan Feng was about to activate the wind of recovery, but found that the health value dropped by the acceleration was quickly raised. He was relieved and devoted himself to the output.

After solving the demon wizard, Yan Peak activated the Wind of Resurrection to eliminate the two slowing effects at the same time. The offensive recovered rapidly and killed two demon-energy beasts in less than half a minute.

"Shiyao, keep working hard." Yan Feng showed a rare smile on his face.

Looking at his handsome smiling face, Chen Shiyao was immediately filled with a sweet smell: "He smiled for me, he is praising me!"

Yue Wuhen approached at the right time and asked, "Isn't you scared anymore?"

Chen Shiyao replied without hesitation: "I'm not afraid anymore."

"Oh, the power of love is indeed great..." Yue Wuhen's feeling as if no one else made Chen Shiyao shy.

I saw a flash of purple light, and then Yue Wuhen shouted: "Ah——"

Continuous spikes, -441, -948! (Toughness 3.53 reduces critical damage by 7%, and the calculation will not be explained later.)

Yue Wuhen, who was as physically as high as 141 points, had only a little bloody skin left in an instant. He was sweating in a cold sweat with one stroke, and he was stunned for a moment without saying anything.

Yan Feng said coldly:

"You should be glad that there was no triggering the phantom effect. The second time I don't mind stabbing the vitals."

Chen Shiyao was frightened by the indifferent eyes that suddenly became a little strange, and said nervously:

"Yanfeng, don't be angry, he just likes to joke."

Yue Wuhen smiled and said, "Shiyao, he is not angry, he just does what he says. I don't dare to provoke a tyrannical dragon with one hundred courages!"

In that video that was less than two minutes long, he saw a pair of truly cold eyes, which was a kind of killing that ordinary people could not understand. Even if they were watching from afar, they would tremble with death and loneliness. Only those who experienced death and pain would have this kind of eyes!

"Hehe!" Chen Shiyao was amused by Yue Wuhen's humor.

"20 silver coins, this magical fur is quite valuable." Yue Wuhen took two magical furs and turned to Yanfeng. A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Everyone has some unforgettable past. Would you choose others to face it with you, or to bear it alone like this?"

The resentful female voice sounded again, and the three of them calmed down and continued to join the battle.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and with the first experience, it will be much easier next. After clearing the 16th Demon Wizard, the Yanfeng level has finally been upgraded to level 12. After level 10, the huge experience needs and the increased difficulty of killing high-level creatures have made the upgrade speed much slower.

Chen Shiyao: "Congratulations."

"It's really strange. You have been level 12, and we are still at level 10." Yue Wuhen is still struggling with the level, so it's no wonder he feels strange. Except for Yan Feng himself, no one can understand this matter. "Yan Feng, you can't reveal your 'secret'..."

Suddenly, a sudden movement occurred in the cemetery, and several mounds and tombstones in the center were arched up by huge force. A thick arm wrapped in a worn bandage stretched out from the ground from the soil, and a dull sound that was not something of a living creature came out:

"Ah...I smelled a breath of a strange person..."

"Is there... zombies..." Chen Shiyao leaned towards Yanfeng with trembling.

Yue Wuhen was also speechless: "There are no dead people, right?"

Under the gray night sky, a surprisingly large black shadow slowly crawled out of the grave, and the empty dark red eyes slowly turned to Yanfeng three people, one step, two steps, three steps... Every step closer made people's heart beat violently. When the black shadow walked to the three people, with the faint moonlight, he finally saw a lifeless dark yellow face and ragged armor all over his body, and the bandage held a rusty big sword with his right arm.

"Karen the Undead Knight, Danger Level 11."

Even though they knew it was in the game, the almost real design of the Dead Knight in front of them still made them nervous.

"Don't get too close, his attack should be very high." Yan Feng said, and rushed over with a quick step.

Broken tendons, [bleeding], continuous puncture,-346,-809!

After two attacks, the Undead Knight swung his sword toward Yanfeng.

"Ding--" Yan Feng raised his sword and then his right phantom directly slashed the neck of the Dead Knight, and violently attacked,-1278!

Continuous pricks,-348,-812! Continuous pricks,-344,-804! Continuous pricks,-347,-811!…

"Holy Light..." The Undead Knight raised his left hand, and a golden light flashed, and the healing holy light landed from above his head.

Yan Feng: "Shiyao, observe how much he has treated."

"Yes." Chen Shiyao launched the battle record and always paid attention to the health loss and recovery of the Undead Knight.

After several rounds of attacks, Chen Shiyao shouted: "The interval is between 9000-11000, 45 seconds."

Yue Wuhen exclaimed: "No way? I only had more than 100 damage to shooting, and it was less than 6,000 in 45 seconds, which was not enough for him to recover quickly..."

The undead knight's attack speed is not fast, and the output of Yan Feng and Yue Wuhen can completely kill him, but how could the hero-level leader monster be so simple?

"Well...I like the smell of strangers...the plague of death--"

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A very depressing thing happened today. The artist lost the cover application again. Qian Shuiyue had to make one by himself. She changed the pp to post it for a few hours. As a result, everyone said that the original one was good-looking. At the beginning, the picture was just casually scheming, and it was entangled!
Chapter completed!