"Congratulations to tester No. 21 for defeating the first wave of enemies. There are currently eleven waves of enemies left. You will have eleven minutes of rest."
Yang Hui didn't care. Since there were no enemies now, he could just close his eyes and rest here for a while. There was nothing to do anyway.
The warm and cool night air flowed into the house like a breeze, blowing on Yang Hui's face from time to time. It was so beautiful that it was impossible to notice, like velvet blowing against a human face.
The scenery in the evening is intoxicating: dew nourishes the withered flowers and grass, there is no wind, the surroundings are extremely quiet, and the air is cool and pleasant; at sunset, the sky is filled with crimson clouds, reflecting on the water, dyeing the river into a rose color;
There were swarms of nightingales in the trees on the other side of the platform, and their songs echoed one another.
Eleven minutes passed quickly.
"The second wave of enemies is about to attack. Please prepare yourself."
One hundred and ten first-level four-star enemies are not a big deal to Yang Hui. Just like before, just spread out the ice mist and explode it.
Because the area covered at one time is relatively large, Yanghui's consumption is still very large each time, but thanks to a period of rest, Yanghui can still recover a lot.
"Congratulations to tester No. 21 for defeating the second wave of enemies. There are currently ten waves of enemies left. You will have ten minutes of rest." Yang Hui heard the change.
Does this mean that after defeating the eleventh wave of twenty four-level seven-star enemies, I only have one minute to rest. Then I will face ten fifth-level one-star enemies.
The more Yang Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong. He was trying to trick himself.
The bright moon, which was not yet full, gradually rose into the sky. A transparent gray cloud faintly blocked the moonlight, and a light smoke seemed to hang over the fields, hazy, as if falling into a dream. After the evening clouds passed by, the fields
The smoke dissipated and the clear light, like fire, washed away the soft night.
Yang Hui was worried and defeated the 34567th wave. As he expected, the time gradually decreased.
The eighth wave of enemies is already level three and seven stars.
Yang Hui can no longer kill these people with just one blow of ice mist, but Yang Hui cannot use ice mist twice at once. The power required to consume this kind of ice mist is too great, and Yang Hui's current body simply cannot bear it.
Can't live.
Therefore, Yang Hui used the wind eye technique.
This is very simple, use the ice attribute pupil power to cast some ice crystals in front of you, and then use the "wind attribute" pupil technique to shoot out these extremely sharp ice crystals.
This time, the opponent can basically be destroyed, and the ice crystals are derived from the ice attribute of Yanghui itself, so there will be no situation where there are no ice crystals.
And compared with the ice fog, these ice crystals that hit the opponent quickly will not blow up the corpse into bloody pieces. It is even more perfect.
Yang Hui's rest time is getting shorter and shorter.
"Congratulations to Tester No. 21 for defeating the eighth wave of enemies. There are currently four waves of enemies left. You will have a four-minute rest."
Alas, Yang Hui doesn't know if he can survive it. The time is getting shorter and shorter, is he really going to stop abruptly on the second level?
Just keep persisting, maybe you will succeed.
Yang Hui's surroundings were already covered in blood and blood, and the floor was covered with blood. People who couldn't bear it might have vomited.
The ninth wave of practitioners arrived on the battlefield three minutes later.
Yang Hui had no choice this time. Even if he used wind attribute attacks, it would have no effect on these fourth-level and one-star monks. The enemy's level was rising all the time, and only the number of them was decreasing.
So, Yang Hui used his Yunxin Earth Soul and Zhenshan Soul to reduce gravity and accelerate.
Yang Hui was forced to have no choice but to summon his own Blood Mist Ice Sword.
Yang Hui's speed is already very fast, even faster than a fifth-level monk.
In an instant, these forty fourth-level and one-star monks had fallen.
One by one, they fell under the knife in slow motion like on the screen. Piles of people were bleeding and crawling on the sand. Thousands of helpless arms stretched to the sky. Waves of silent screams were heard on the bloody sheets.
His face screamed, and in the black night wind, only the hollow laughter of death echoed across the lonely land.
Yang Hui was already out of breath. This was simply an extreme challenge to his physical strength.
The night was as dark as a bottomless abyss, there was no light in the surrounding areas, and there was silence all around. Only the branches with all their leaves making rustling sounds in the north wind.
Yang Hui was very helpless.
At night, the cool breeze blew through the dewy sorghum leaves, the rustling poplar trees, the shining river water, and Lin Daojing's handsome cheeks that were all hot.
...What a beautiful summer night, the crystal stars are shining with moving light in the endless gray sky. Grasshoppers, crickets and frogs that are not sleeping, cicadas, are in the grass.
Lyrical songs are softly sung in the bushes, by the pond, and in the gaps between the trees. And the vast fields are in a quiet sleep, the green crops, the gurgling river, the curved dirt road stretching in the dark night, the
The fragrant wild flowers and leaves, and the rich yet fresh and intoxicating air, all look particularly charming in this unusual night, giving people a feeling of beauty.
If this continues, he really won't be able to hold on anymore.
"Congratulations to Tester No. 21 for defeating the ninth wave of enemies. There are currently three waves of enemies left. You will have a three-minute rest."
Three minutes later, there were thirty fourth-order and four-star ones, which were already at the level of Yang Hui.
Yang Hui really may not be able to defeat the thirty enemies at the fourth level and four stars.
In the blue sky, the stars began to twinkle. The wind blew with a chill, and the air was filled with the breath of the mountains. Where the breeze passed, the branches swayed and the grass undulated like waves.
Yang Hui was panting there. He must not miss the three-minute rest.
A small owl with a misplaced head was parked on a branch of a pine tree, motionless, looking curiously at Yang Hui with a shy face. When it saw the uninvited guests getting closer, it quickly flapped its wings and flew away.
Gone. As night fell, the night wind became cooler and cooler, the fragrance in the air became stronger, and the wilderness fell into a melancholy dream. After a while, a crisp bell rang, piercing the silent sky...
"The ninth wave of enemies is about to attack. Contestants please be prepared."
Yang Hui was helpless. Facing thirty monks with the same strength as himself, he might not be able to defeat them.
Yang Hui saw the thirty monks thinking rapidly about how to defeat those people.
He didn't know that his strength was not enough to compete with thirty people of the same level.