With the idea that the cooperation was not perfect this time, the three of them tried it a few more times, but the result did not change. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info does not show any sign that they have passed the test, that is, this method does not seem to work.

"If we can't prove the level of familiarity and trust between us through actual combat, then how can we prove it?" Fengchen really couldn't think of anything else this time, so he had to pin his hopes on Leng Tomb and Shi Yu, hoping that the two of them could have better ideas.

"Could it be that it wasn't really trying to test the level of trust, but something else, but we were wrong?" Shi Yu said.

"It shouldn't be, according to Brother Fengchen's speculation, there is nothing unreasonable about it, that is to say, this should be a more reliable possibility!" Leng Tomb shook his head, but added a little helplessly: "Even if this is not the case, we can only think about it in this direction for the time being." Unless we can prove that this conjecture is definitely wrong, we should not think about other possibilities!"

So far, the distribution of monsters in the entire Nightmare Hell space has actually reached a rather terrifying situation. Even if Leng Tomb just stood still, he could feel several spiritual pressure fluctuations from different directions.

Before that, it took a few minutes to walk up to confirm a spiritual pressure fluctuation!

If you think about it at this time, if the crooked fight is okay, if something goes wrong, maybe the wind and dust will not have time to think about how to pass the test: just dealing with the monsters that come from the attack is enough to make them tired. If the strength of these monsters was to a higher level, the three of them could almost give up.

"Okay!" After thinking about it for a while, Shi Yu quickly understood what Leng Tomb was worried about, and it was not good to oppose anything.

It's just, "It seems that I really don't know what to do to prove the level of trust between us!" No matter if he wants to break his head, he can't think of an act that can prove the level of trust between the three of them now, so it's impossible for the three of them to hug and hug each other to prove it, right?

If time is infinite, perhaps the three of them may find the answer through thinking. But now, time is very ruthless and limited, and it is even more ruthless to announce that there is not much to announce in this second: the cold tomb is the first to discover the approach of several spiritual pressure fluctuations.

"It's finally this time!" Leng Tomb shook his head and smiled bitterly, grabbing Fengchen and Shi Yu's palms at the same time, and informed the two of them of this somewhat depressing, but already expected news: "The monsters around seem to be so many that we don't have a quiet space!" And in fact, when Leng Tomb drew these words, Fengchen and Shi Yu had already felt the existence of several spiritual pressure fluctuations. With a wry smile on his face that was not much different from Leng Tomb, Fengchen and Shi Yu stood with Leng Tomb.

"Fortunately, the strength seems to be only the second change of the Gathering Spirit, if it is the third change of the Gathering Spirit, I am afraid that we have no hope!" "Leng Tomb was the first person to discover the attack of the monster, and naturally he was also the first to detect the strength of the monster.

"Let's clean up this wave of monsters in front of you first, so that we can buy some time to come back!" Fengchen suggested.

"Even if we buy a little time, we can't think about it, right?" Shi Yu poured cold water on him mercilessly.

"Well, even then, we can't just give up, right?" Fengchen didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's no longer a matter of giving up or not giving up," Leng Tomb seemed to feel something, and the strength of the stroke became a little heavy: "Even if we clean up this wave of monsters in front of us, there will be new monsters attacking soon!" Although it was only a slight feeling, Leng Tomb was able to catch that after the wave of monsters in front of him, not far from a few people, a large wave of monsters was gradually appearing.

He also sensed the existence of a new wave of monsters, although it hadn't hit yet, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't escape, and Fengchen said with a bitter look on his face: "My God, this is the so-called wave of unsettled, wave after wave?"

"Don't be wordy, if you don't hurry up and clean up this wave in front of you, I'm afraid there will be more in a while!" Shi Yu urged.

Saying that, without waiting for the wind and dust and the cold tomb to react, he directly pulled out the giant shield behind him, and slammed it on the ground, and the heavy earth shield that Shi Yu was already familiar with was released. And with the appearance of two pale yellow light waves, a spherical barrier was immediately wrapped around the body of the wind dust and cold tomb, leaving no dead end for the monsters that were about to attack to take advantage of it.

Seeing the appearance of this barrier, Fengchen and Leng Tomb could only smile bitterly, and took a step forward to meet the group of monsters that were already very close: "Wind Flame Slash!" and "Shadow Slash!" The two attacks responded to the sound, quickly swept over the invisible monster group in front of them, and even directly cut two gaps between the monster groups that looked quite powerful.

"Let's go!" Fengchen and Leng Tomb glanced at each other, although they couldn't see each other, but after pronouncing these two words in their mouths at the same time, they invariably took action, and their steps swept rapidly, and the figures of the two people disappeared in a flash and plunged into the two openings.

Like a tiger entering a flock, the wind dust and cold tombs are in the dense group of monsters, as unimpeded as entering a no-man's land.

As the figure flew by, every second the dagger on the sword would bring up bursts of blood splattered, although it was invisible, it could be clearly felt that the cold feeling of these blood splashing on his skin turned into an endless desire for war.

"The wind gathers fire, the demon fire is angry!" Countless magic fireballs quickly suspended in the monster group, and then before the monsters noticed, after the huge amount of demon fire condensed on the angry dust knife in Fengchen's hand, it was suppressed and erupted at one point, sweeping the monsters at the same time, and at the same time, the little magic fireball was detonated at the same time, and the two attacks blended together, and the powerful impact completely crushed the monster's body, emptying an area in front of him, and the power of the explosion made Fengchen himself marvel.

"Cross cutting, dancing!" With a loud shout, the figure of the cold tomb suddenly became erratic, and while sweeping away in the monster group, scarlet cross traces quietly appeared in the monster group, extending into the distance with the fleeting figure of the cold tomb.

When the figure of the cold tomb finally stopped, the cross traces that were originally just floating finally changed: dozens of scarlet cross traces that stretched out in a line turned into the scythe of death at this moment and slashed through the monsters that could be reached, and instantly released a strong power, cutting these monsters that were originally only slightly passing by, directly cutting them into several sections along the traces.

At this moment, in the area where the cold tomb floated by, blood splashed with a burst of killing aura.

In the end, it was just a monster with the strength of the two transformations of the Gathering Spirit, under the unreserved attack of Fengchen and Cold Tomb, this group of monsters numbering fifty or sixty only lasted for a quarter of an hour before being killed.

It's just that the enemy has been completely killed, but the faces of Fengchen and Leng Tomb are not necessarily so relaxed.

"It seems that these monsters are still underestimated!" Leng Tomb stared ahead with cold eyes, although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel that right in front of his eyes, another wave of monsters that were more numerically superior attacked again.

And this also means that the rest time that Fengchen and Leng Tomb originally wanted to fight for was completely declared in vain.

Even, just like before, behind this wave of monsters that have invaded, or in other directions, Wind Dust and Cold Tomb can clearly feel the existence of another wave or even two waves of monster groups.

"There's always a feeling of being embattled!" Fengchen still had a wry smile on his face, but there was no fear in his eyes.

At this time, Fengchen and Leng Tomb didn't have time to communicate, so Fengchen's words Leng Tomb didn't hear it, and naturally it didn't cause any reaction. The two just continued to communicate with spiritual pressure to confirm the timing of the shot.

Maybe cooperative combat is not a condition for clearing the level, but there may be some possibility to do so, so why not?

Therefore, after the shallow exchange of spiritual pressure, in the face of the group of monsters that once again invaded the defense area of the two, Fengchen and Leng Tomb once again coincidentally attacked, and this time the starting style was still the same as before: "Wind Flame Slash!" "Shadow Slash!"

The two slashes swept through the monster group unstoppably, forcibly tearing open two cracks that were not obvious between the dense monster groups. Then, the two figures forcibly broke in along the gap that appeared in this moment, completely tearing apart the originally dense group of monsters like tearing cabbage, and thus began the gorgeous attack of Fengchen and Cold Tomb again.

"The wind gathers fire, the demon fire blade, the wind and flame slash, and the demon fire rage。。。。。。。 ”

"Shadow Slash, Spinning Blade, Shadow Slash, Cross Slash, Flurry。。。。。。。 ”

In order to kill as soon as possible, the two of them almost spared no effort to release their specialty martial arts, and the number of monsters, under the bombardment of the two people's martial arts that did not require money, continued to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they were all destroyed.

In the end, after another twenty minutes or so, this second wave of monster attacks was finally completely crushed by the combination of Fengchen and Leng Tomb. It's just that before the two of them can rest for a while, "Really, it won't end at all, right?" Feng Chen complained about this sentence, and the Fury Dust Knife in his hand quickly slashed out without waiting for it to stop, and swept a pitch-black slash and blasted straight ahead: "Feng Yan Slash!" Slightly blocked another wave of monsters that were already approaching in front of him.

And the cold tomb on the side was preparing to fight with the wind and dust and kill the third wave of monsters in front of him. The expression on Suddenly's face changed suddenly, and he saw a trace of entanglement flash in Leng Tomb's eyes, and then he gritted his teeth violently, and immediately turned his back and stepped in another direction, and at the same time brought Leng Tomb's voice that could only be heard by himself, with extremely unhappy feelings: "It's here again, these hateful beasts!" Then, the two daggers each slashed through a silver light and struck into the distance.

"Spiral Blade, stop me, you beasts who want to sneak attack!" Cold Tomb roared a little viciously, and two Spiral Light Blades also appeared in front of the group of sneaking monsters in Cold Tomb's mouth at this time.

It's just a bit surprising that the two spinning blades only hovered at the forefront of the monster for a while, and didn't even cause damage to any of the monsters, and then began to return to the side of its owner, Leng Tomb.

Coincidentally, the two Spiral Light Blades that were about to circle back, and before they could return, a figure appeared on their way back: it was their owner, Leng Tomb, who was condensed with spiritual power in his hands at the moment, and it seemed that he was about to take action.

Just as the two whirling light blades circled through the two sides of the cold tomb, the cold tomb directly grabbed the swirling light blades that circled on both sides with both hands, and then did not let it return to the normal state of daggers, but actually injected the spiritual power condensed on both hands directly under the two swirling light blades, and at the same time, the arm violently twisted the direction of the two swirling light blades, and produced unexpected changes in his own hands.

The two sides were originally only the size of a basin, but because of the injection of a huge amount of spiritual power on Leng Tomb's hands, the spirit blade, which was originally not very long, was completely widened and grown, and at the same time as it shook a burst of strong spiritual pressure, the area of the two swirling light blades also gradually increased in Leng Tomb's hands, and the hovering speed became faster and faster as the area increased.

"Okay, it's now!" When the Spiral Light Blade in his hand was almost about to get out of his hand, and the wind pressure generated by the hovering almost made him unable to break free of his eyes, Leng Tomb's eyes suddenly widened, and the area on both sides was already several times that of the previous Spiral Light Blade, and finally under the sudden shock of Leng Tomb's arms, it flew out directly from Leng Tomb's hand: "Cross Cutting, Chopping Blade!"

In an instant, the two giant spinning blades were printed into crosses one after the other, and they rushed towards the monsters that were almost close in front of them.

Because you can't see the appearance of the monsters, it is naturally impossible to see the reaction of the monsters at this time. If Cold Tomb could break through the limitations of the Nightmare Prison space, he would definitely be able to see the humanized expression on the face of the monster who was at the forefront at the moment, facing his two giant spinning blades, clearly representing the fear and despair from the heart.

The two swirling blades crushed through with great sound, more decisive and cruel than any previous attack of Cold Tomb, directly crushing all the monsters in their path. Some of the monsters that were even just passing by were disturbed by the powerful attraction generated by the two giant swirling blades as they swept by, and before they could react to what was happening, their fragile bodies were exposed to the attack of the whirling blades. Then, it was completely crushed into scum, and there was no chance of survival.

And at this time, if you notice Leng Tomb's hands, you can be surprised to find that on the palm of Leng Tomb's hand, an extremely thin spiritual power line clearly extends, and the distance drawn by these two spiritual power lines is the Spiral Light Blade that is raging in the monster at this moment.

This trick seems to be much more than that.

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