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Rumble......

The power is concentrated on the feet, a heavy touch, the body suddenly rushed into the air, grasping a habit of relaxation, the average birdman will always have a subconscious sense of relaxation when flying into the air, and this moment is enough to do an attack.

Indeed, even Santa Fipo is the same, five meters is generally a safe distance, and with an innate talent for flying, he will be a little more demanding of himself.

But looking at the figure that bounced up quickly on the ground, he was still frightened, and suddenly shook up another meter, and he avoided Zou Liang's swift grasp quite thrillingly.

Touch.

As soon as Zou Liang landed, he immediately bounced away, and the ground swept with three arrows.

As Murphy said, he almost capsized in a ditch, and if he was caught by a skilled fighter, the archer would really be the meat of the chopping board.

Saint Fipo, who was shocked into a cold sweat, also caught fire, after all, there are two competitors of the same level below, if he loses here, it is equivalent to a level lower than the other party, which is so cruel in the world of the beast race.

Zou Liang, who was aiming at the ground, began to frantically shè without reservation, unless the other party had wings at this distance, there would be no chance at all!

In the beast spirit world, each archer will have ten arrows in his quiver, unless it falls into the hands of the opponent, as long as it flies out of the battle altar or lands on the altar, it will return to the quiver, which is equal to infinite bows and arrows, which is quite buggy.

Zou Liang also understands this, grabbing arrows empty-handed?

He thought...... But that's looking for death!

Arrows of this speed are much more difficult than entering the white blade empty-handed, and there is a considerable chain between the opponent's arrows and arrows, and if you try to catch an arrow, you will be hit by the bow and arrow that follows.

That's looking for death.

There is no way, the battle has a one-sided situation, on the altar of battle, the guy known as the beast god is running all over the altar by the archer shè of the eagle clan, his judgment and speed are indeed amazing, the action is even more exaggerated, with both hands and feet, jumping and jumping, dodging with all his strength, quite dangerous, several times the bow and arrow are brushed by the body.

I have to say that his level is indeed very high, so that Santa Fipo has a high-offensive attack, and it is also a blind man who lights the lamp in vain without worries.

Murphy couldn't help but shake his head, "It seems that there are really no skills to speak of." ”

This is a draw, maybe the combat ability of this meat target is really good, but it is limited by the innate jumping power, unable to attack the opponent, for a strong man, failure is failure, any reason is useless, replace it, even if the limit height of this eagle clan is seven meters, under the super jump power after his beast transformation, it is still within the control range.

This is the powerful Rhine, who can do anything.

For him, who constantly challenges the strong, a loser is worthless.

Buenavin also shook his head a little indignantly, at this moment he was on Zou Liang's side, after all, no one could do anything in the face of this shameless style of play, Hunter is the nemesis of archers, but for a flying archer, unless it is a Hunter equipped with a hidden weapon, otherwise there will be a headache.

That series of dodging actions is really wonderful, for a shadow hunter, it is quite a desire, but the reality is so cruel.

Santa Fipo, who made continuous shè blows in the air, was also a little tired, he had to stay in the air, and at the same time making such a powerful attack was also a great drain on his physical strength, and he needed a little respite, in case he was unable to reduce his height, he would become the target of the opponent.

I really didn't expect that he could dodge such a strong shè blow, it was simply a demon.

Even the attackers are so tired, and Zou Liang, who constantly makes thrilling dodge moves, is obviously more consumed.

Many orc warriors did not blame Saint Fipo, the orcs were originally an existence that gave full play to their talents, and the eagle clan had such a low-altitude flying ability, which was their own ability, just like the strength of the Rhine race.

Big fish eat little fish.

Zou Liang wiped his sweat, this warm-up exercise was really strong, at least three times he set up a game to attract the opponent to lower the height, but this guy was not fooled, and he was almost killed.

It seems that he can't continue to play, and he has to gather early tomorrow, and he doesn't want to stare at the panda eyes.

Put your hands together, and a plosive sound comes out.

For an otaku, listening to passionate music and playing games is undoubtedly a pleasure, and the soul will also vibrate with the music, coupled with super refreshing fighting, which is Zou Liang's favorite.

And in this world there is a form of expression called - war song!

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Battle Song!

This man is still a Warsong Priest!

And it wasn't any kind of war song known, and the surging rhythm shook the breathing of Santa Fipo, and this guy's war song actually interfered with him when he was weak.

The helmet in the white suit is the meaning of 1~3, which can be used to withstand the inspiration of the war song, and at the same time, it can also resist the attack of the war song.

Zou Liang didn't seem to see the other party's resistance at all, the war song continued, Murphy frowned, this unknown war song was still a little strong at the beginning, how could it be lowered in an instant.

It's just that there is some depression in this lowness, and Santa Fipo in the middle of the battlefield feels even deeper, because there is a suffocating rhythm in this low war song, which makes it difficult for him to breathe.

The melody became deeper and deeper in Zou Liang's mouth, this was Carl Oupie's Bran poem that he liked very much, and the depression in front was very suffocating.

Repression~Repression~~Repression~~Repression......

Santa Fipo felt the pain, the feeling of breathlessness that made him struggle, but he desperately maintained his height, his helmet shining and resisting the suffocating battle song with all his might.

But just when he thought he was going to hold on, the melody of the war song suddenly became high, like a roaring lion, roaring, wild, unstoppable, the sound seemed to penetrate the beast spirit world, wave after wave, all the orcs were crazy about this amazing war song, and the war song even affected the orcs outside the altar.

Murphy seemed to see the King of the Rhine in the vast prairie, looking up to the sky and roaring, the sound booming in the sky, and the moon without light!

Buenavon felt a dreamlike phantom dance, endless dancing, ghostly steps, shining daggers, and boundless blades under his feet.

And Santa Fipo is the eagle with wings spread high, the eagle strikes the sky, he wants to challenge the top of the world, and suddenly, thunder and thunder go down through the clouds.

Rumble......

When Zou Liang opened his hands and finished the strongest sound, the Santa Fipo in the air had already turned into an eagle with folded wings, falling straight and straight.

Bang......

Without any ability to resist, Warsong had directly destroyed his consciousness.

At this time, Murphy had just turned around, and the battle altar was dumbfounded, warrior? Hunter? Warsong Priest?

San Fipo didn't even have a chance to sigh, the beast spirit was flying, what was the archer's nightmare, and what was the Eagle Clan most afraid of?

The Bismail Swans, because they are born with the Forbidden Aerial Battle Song!

And now, there is a non-Bismai Warsong Priest, which is unique in the history of the Orcs.

In addition to the Bismai clan, there are even people who can use the forbidden air battle song, the unheard of forbidden air battle song.

Murphy felt that the blood of his Hundred Beast Royal Clan was already boiling, this was the opponent he had been waiting for!