"The statues are all gone, and they are of no use," the Holy Domain Invincible Iron-Blooded Knight suddenly interrupted the fire magician's words and said harshly: "Don't worry about that Zifeng and one of their trash mercenaries. We have formed a group and will do our best to track down this 'lost man'. Even if we dig him out, we must find a way to dig him out for me."
"Reporting to the captain, the flying pet of one of our summoners was shot down on the mountain behind the temple while scouting the surroundings." At this time, a member of the 'Sanctuary Mercenary Group' ran past Come and report.
"Hmph, you are so bold as a skilled artist, you still dare to stay here, 'disoriented person', I will make you completely lost here today," the Invincible Iron-Blooded Knight of the Sanctuary smiled coldly: "Pass the order, all members, Gather under the opposite mountain peak..."
"Let this mountain peak be the prelude to the war in Fama Continent,"
Looking at the flying pets that started to fly around, Murong Xiaotian knew that there was no way to avoid them. The animals' sensitivity was much higher than that of the players. It was impossible not to detect them. What's more, Murong Xiaotian had no intention of avoiding them at all.
At this moment, in Murong Xiaotian's heart, a strong fighting spirit began to surge, and murderous intent began to make his eyes blazing.
A wolf eagle discovered Murong Xiaotian and the others, let out a cry, and quickly approached. This wolf eagle is a third-level monster, and it can be regarded as a more aggressive monster among the third-level monsters. The advantage is that it is faster. It has excellent night vision and accurate attacks, but it cannot fly over long distances. Moreover, it has no load-bearing capacity and cannot carry players. Therefore, not many players like to use it as a pet.
"Hmph, even a flat-horse beast dares to be arrogant, so I'll use you for surgery." Murong Xiaotian gently patted Zifeng's shoulder, gently supported Zifeng's body, and left his arms, and this By then, the wolf eagle had already swooped down to a distance of less than ten meters from Murong Xiaotian's head.
"Kill," Murong Xiaotian shouted, and with a slight exertion on his feet, he activated his 'Soaring Skill' and jumped into the air, appearing in front of the wolf eagle. The 'Ghost King's Hand' suddenly shot out, slamming into the wolf. On the eagle's neck, he grabbed hard and tore off the wolf eagle's head and neck.
"I, you, what do I call you?" Murong Xiaotian fell back to the ground, Zifeng asked softly, the red tide on his face had not completely receded.
"In reality, my name is Murong Xiaotian, you can just call me Xiaotian," Murong Xiaotian replied, his eyes looking at Zifeng became so gentle again.
"I, my name is Wei Zifeng in real life, you, please call me Feng'er," Zifeng lowered his head slightly, and the red tide that had just retreated surged onto his cheeks again. In the real world, only the closest people will Call her Feng'er.
At this moment, the clouds dispersed, and countless stars jumped out in a flash. The bright moonlight cast a silvery white, making Zifeng's pale face look even paler.
"Hey," Murong Xiaotian's heart ached again. He finally understood why Zifeng's face and hands, as long as the skin was exposed, looked so pale and bloodless. He had been lying there alone for five years. In bed, can your body be like a normal person? Why would God treat a kind girl like this?
The cold wind was howling, and the temperature on the top of the mountain dropped a lot at night, but Murong Xiaotian's heart began to burn violently. The people from the 'Sanctuary Miracle Mercenary Group' below had begun to gather at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that within a few minutes, they would Swarming up, at this moment, he thought of those good brothers and sisters, and the scenes of fighting side by side with them again and again. But this time, he had to fight alone. He could not drag the people of the Zifeng Mercenary Group into the water. Because the opponents he was about to face were all the major forces in France. The opponents were too powerful. He could not and could not cause any harm to his Chinese compatriots in a foreign country.
"Feng'er, let's see how I kill these rubbish," Murong Xiaotian stood proudly, pointing at the flow of people who had begun to climb up the mountain below, with the fire of war blazing in his eyes.
The slope on the front of this mountain is not very big, so it is not very strenuous to climb. However, it is probably the first time for the members of the 'Sanctuary Mercenary Group' to fight in the mountain, and they are not very accustomed to it. The originally neat team has begun to show signs of weakness. There was chaos, and the distance between the teams began to widen.
Murong Xiaotian stood on the top of the mountain and did not move, just watching the flow of people climbing closer and closer below. He just wanted their battle line to get longer and longer, and the people of the 'Sanctuary Miracle Mercenary Group' were climbing to both sides. They were spread out widely, probably to make it difficult for Murong Xiaotian to take care of both.
However, this is exactly what Murong Xiaotian hopes. The more they spread out, the more beneficial it will be for him. If they all gather together, Murong Xiaotian will have a headache. After all, an attack by hundreds of magicians will be He absolutely can't afford it.
Without looking carefully, Murong Xiaotian also knew that those at the front must be warriors and knights, followed by summoners, and those following at the end are magicians. And those pets of summoners, whether flying in the air or on the ground, Those who ran gathered around the warriors and knights who were at the front.
It seems that this invincible iron-blooded knight of the holy realm also attaches great importance to Murong Xiaotian and does not dare to let the twenty or so flying pets rush up first.
Murong Xiaotian calculated the attack distance of magic. For a team as scattered as theirs, at the speed of his phantom drifting, no matter where he ran, the opponent's magician's ranged group attack magic attack could hit him, no more than There were thirty people, and the fire magic was still ineffective against him. Murong Xiaotian could still withstand these injuries.
My own demon power itself has the function of automatically returning blood, which is perfect for this kind of large-scale battle. Although the amount of blood returned per second is relatively small, this kind of continuous blood returning is still very important at critical times. Useful, coupled with his own healing skills and the piles of life potions in the Ring of Chaos, Murong Xiaotian is confident that he can handle it.
As for those warriors, knights, and dozens of rubbish monsters, Murong Xiaotian would not take them seriously. Murong Xiaotian estimated that the chances of them getting close to him would be very small.
The flow of people below was getting closer and closer, 200 meters, 150 meters, 100 meters, 80 meters, and moved. When the front member of the opponent reached a distance of 80 meters, Murong Xiaotian moved.
"Anyone who offends me will be killed."
Murong Xiaotian looked up to the sky and let out a shrill howl. The sound echoed through the mountains like a wolf's howl, making all enemies feel cold. It was the deterrent skill attached to the knight's medal.
Because Zeng took action and shocked the enemy first, what Murong Xiaotian wanted was to suppress their morale.
If it doesn't move, it will move like a strong wind. Murong Xiaotian will rush down like a bolt of lightning.
Zifeng stood there without moving. She knew her own weight. Not only could she not help if she went down, but it also distracted Murong Xiaotian. She didn't say anything. She had already seen in Ziat's temple. She saw the strength of this man. From the eyes of this man, she saw the unyielding and fearless courage. She saw the unrivaled power. She believed his words and he said he would protect her. If he doesn't let himself get hurt at all, then he must be able to do it.
Zifeng just stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, which was blown by the wind. Looking at the man who had taken it into his heart and rushed down the top of the mountain like a murderous god, his heart was as calm as a clear water.
The moment Murong Xiaotian rushed down the top of the mountain, he had already taken out the guqin from the Ring of Chaos and clasped it in his right hand. Phantom Drift was using it with all its strength, like a falling meteor.
"Kill," as soon as Murong Xiaotian entered the attack range, he swung the five fingers of his left hand, and five rays of light flew out. His body instantly changed direction and floated sideways. At the same time, he held the guqin upside down with his right hand, and floated a healing spell with his left hand, hitting it towards On top of his head, he pulled out a bottle of life potion and poured it into his mouth.
His estimate was absolutely correct. When he took action, the opponent also took action. Fireballs, stones, and ice arrows flew towards him, while the monsters in the air and on the ground also rushed towards him, but just as he calculated, The situation was the same as before. The opponent's battle line was too spread out. He moved quickly horizontally, causing many magic attacks to fail. Only twenty-seven or eight range magic attacks fell on him. Excluding those fire magics, it was useless to him. The amount of damage he caused was only about twenty, but it was quickly replenished with his healing spells and life potions.
As for those garbage monsters, by the time they pounced on them, Murong Xiaotian's figure had already moved more than ten meters away.
At this time, Murong Xiaocai truly realized how much the ghost warriors had helped him. If it weren't for the devilish training given to him by the ghost warriors, he would have rushed down from the top of the mountain so fast, not to mention changing direction in an instant, turning sideways. If he drifted, he might even lose control of his body while rushing down, let alone perform the phantom drift at will on this mountain peak.
Only now did he truly understand what the Ghost Warrior said, 'If you can't send and receive things with your heart and move your body at will, you can't be considered a real master.'
"Invisible finger energy, kill five more people," Murong Xiaotian flicked his five fingers again, and five rays of light energy shot out, killing five more summoners in an instant.
Murong Xiaotian's two consecutive rounds of attacks were not aimed at the warriors and knights at the front, but at the summoners following them. His purpose was very simple, first to destroy their nanny, so that they would lose the ability to heal and restore health. At the same time, another advantage of doing this is that the summoner's pets will become useless when their master dies.
You know, these level 2, 3, or at most level 4 garbage monsters with no IQ are incomparable to his Snow Eagle Xiaobai. These garbage pets will turn into headless flies if their owners die. , don’t know what to do at all, and many of them will automatically return to the pet space after the owner hangs up.
Murong Xiaotian did this to make these pets and their owners go back to the resurrection point.
After Murong Xiaotian sent out the second wave of invisible finger energy, he dodged faster this time. He directly used the 'Soaring Technique', disappeared on the spot, and appeared out of thin air ten meters away.
But this time, instead of ducking to both sides, he headed straight ahead, in front of the enemy closest to him.
