Chapter 373: Melee mage Lin Yimao laughed loudly and said: "Hahahaha... Actually, my request is very simple. As long as you all kneel down and kowtow to our boss ten times, and then call grandpa ten times."
, we will surrender!”
"Ha ha ha ha……"
As soon as Lin Yimao finished speaking, all the Chinese players outside Yaoyue City couldn't help laughing.
Hearing the words, Feng Zhanxuan didn't know that he was being tricked. Suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his face was filled with murderous intent. He shouted loudly: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink as a penalty. In this case, then...
Don’t blame my men for being ruthless!”
"Hey, then let your horse come over!" Lin Yimao didn't give in at all.
Fengzhong turned around in confusion and shouted: "Humph! Then come and die! Magician prepares!"
"Hey! Magic circle?"
Lin Feng couldn't help but sneer when he saw this. He still knew the power of this magic circle. Its power was no less than his own Dragon Flame. If it was successfully used on them, players below level 90 would definitely be killed instantly.
Although Lin Feng himself is not afraid, it does not mean that his brothers are not afraid.
Therefore, before the spell could be chanted successfully, Lin Feng was already flying towards those magicians like lightning. The speed was so fast. Although those magicians had extremely powerful magic attacks, they were weak in the blood-purifying profession.
High attack and low defense. Once you are approached by a melee professional, no matter how high your magician level is, you will only die.
Just for a moment, all the magicians felt their eyes blurred. Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the screams of their companions in their ears.
As two white lights flashed, the almost completed magic circle was immediately interrupted. Feng Zhong stood far away messily, which allowed him to escape. Xue Wutian wanted to stop Lin Feng, but was stopped by Lin Feng.
Yi Mao stopped her first
Lin Yimao and Xue Wutian were not much different in level. They fought together and each danced their swords like the wind. However, although Xue Wutian was at a much higher level than the Blood Shura, his real strength was not.
It's far worse than Blood Shura. After more than twenty rounds, Xue Wutian has become Lin Yimao's dead soul under the sword.
"Humph, that's all! If anyone else is not afraid of death, just come up!"
Lin Yimao frowned, pointed at the American camp in front of him with the tip of his sword, and said coldly
Seeing this, Feng Zhongxuan, who had just been restored to life by the priest behind him, actually put away the staff in his hand, and then took out a giant sword and held it in his hand. His expression showed that he wanted to fight Lin Yimao in close combat.
Lin Yimao looked at it and couldn't help but laugh. He thought that this guy couldn't be Xiudou. A magician was using the knife. Was this the birthday man who had hanged himself - was he looking for death?
However, at the next moment, Lin Yimao didn't think so, because he discovered that the messy wind not only had powerful spells, but also seemed to have weak melee skills.
Obviously, this messy mess in the wind is actually a melee mage.
Melee mage?
What a fantasy title. Maybe this originally only appeared in online game novels, but now it really appears here.
Could it be that I have seen a ghost?
Or is it that I am now in a legendary online game novel?
Lin Yimao thought so
Getting back to the topic, Lin Yimao was really surprised when he saw that messy wind was actually a melee mage. However, he had already let out the big words just now, so he could only bite the bullet.
Lin Feng, who was cutting off the magisters at the side, saw this and quickly wanted to stop: "When Xiaosheng comes back, you are no match for him!"
Although Lin Feng did not expect that Feng Zhongchaoshan actually had melee combat capabilities, his true eyes were able to clearly see Fengzhongchaoshan's attributes. He knew that although Lin Yimao's strength was not weak, he was by no means Fengzhongchaoshan.
messy opponent
But it was too late. When Lin Yimao's big sword was less than three feet away from Feng Zhong's neck, Feng Zhong messed up and smiled, because the sword in his hand had already penetrated into Lin Yimao's chest.
The next moment, countless tongues of fire exploded from the sword, instantly covering Lin Yimao's whole body. For a moment, Lin Yimao was like a burning man. In the raging fire, Lin Yimao's energy and blood suddenly disappeared - "
20124!”
"22359!"
"11096!"
"15963!"
"22093!"
………………
Lin Yimao had no time to make any struggle, a white light flashed, and he was killed instantly!
Lin Feng couldn't help but take a breath of air when he saw this. Lin Yimao's defense was pretty good. He was instantly killed by Feng Zhongchaoshan. The strength of this melee mage was probably on par with that of Black Wuwei.
