To be honest, the four of them are a little unconvinced until now, when will the wealth value of the dungeon be tested, rather than the player's personal ability!

"Trash game planner, curse him for stirring up the vat with chopsticks, it's not cool at all......"

The night seeks to kill, and it is extremely cursing.

"Can you pause for a moment?"

I couldn't even listen to withering anymore, so I said fiercely.

"Go ahead and see what's up ahead."

Li Lingfeng was also a little helpless, this kind of power and nowhere to use felt very bad, fortunately he still had incendiary bombs, but now he hadn't seen Krach, and there were only two incendiary bombs left.

The terrain ahead is similar to that of the Gran Forest, and even the jungle and giant trees seem to have been copied and pasted directly from the Gran Forest, and then covered with a layer of ice and snow.

Moo! Moo!

There was a bull roar, and there was no doubt that it was a minotaur in front of him.

This dungeon is designed like an assembly line, and all the monsters that appear in Glen Mori appear in order, which is really an imbecile game design genius!

Soon, there was a herd of bull-headed forwards.

That's right, it's a group, there are ten of them, and this is an elite monster!

A system prompt followed: No use of any items (including potions).

I wanted to scold my mother in the dark, but I was still complaining that I had nowhere to use my strength just now, and I couldn't give full play to my fighting talent at all.

Right now...... You are not allowed to use items, but you can also give full play to your personal combat strength, but you can ...... Play a chicken.

Even one person and one head will do!

"How?"

Passing light is a little unconfident, making it difficult for him to deal with an elite bull-headed striker, let alone 10 now.

"You can't use items and potions, and the difficulty has increased several times."

This moment shows the importance of the priesthood in the team, and the recovery skills of the priests are crucial without the use of potions.

"Fade and wither, and each of you takes one head away; Little black, it should be no problem to entangle the two ends with your agility, don't ask for kills, just entangle them and don't let them run around, leave the rest to me, wither you hit the head as soon as possible, and the breakthrough is yours. ”

At present, it is only possible to kill these ten elite monsters to pass, and there is no way for Li Lingfeng to make arrangements.

He estimated that he could entangle five elite bull-headed forwards at most, and six could barely hold on, but he couldn't hold on for long, just hoping that withering could kill one as soon as possible to share his pressure.

"Kuroko ???"

The focus of the night hunt is not on the assignment of tasks, but on this nickname, hearing the little black black night hunt brow is like tying countless knots, this nickname is also low, but now is not the time to dwell on this, wait until the fight is over and then theorize.

As everyone knows, it is this hesitation that the nickname 'Little Black' has become a label for his life, and the world is unpredictable!

Without wasting time, the division of labor among the four began.

Passing Light dragged a bull-headed striker alone into the grove;

The night search for killing is enchanting and takes away the two ends;

The remaining seven sword souls directly pulled the hatred of six of them with a three-stage slash, and the remaining one was handed over to withering.

"Kill as soon as possible, I'm afraid I won't last long!"

Li Lingfeng said, even if the agility of the six elite bull-headed forwards is low, there will always be a time to make a mistake.

In particular, the skill collision is difficult to prevent.

And he must also pull the hatred of the bull-headed forward, otherwise it will be more troublesome to run around, and he can only be hard when necessary.

Withered also knew that the current situation was grim, and it was not difficult to kill the Bull Head Striker with her current attributes, the key was the killing speed.

Moo! Moo!

The roar of the bull-headed striker could be heard in the grove, and the Lost Light and the Night Hunt had begun.

Disheveled!

Withering no longer hesitated, and a back fall directly smashed the bull head striker to pieces.

The sword soul of the six bull-headed forwards also exerts an agility of up to 45 points to the extreme, and the Akiba knife is used like a broadsword by the sword soul, slashing hard, attracting the hatred of the bull-headed forward.

The pressure brought by the six-headed elite monster is even greater than that of the lord monster, although the attribute is almost there, but there are many of them.

The lord monster can concentrate on dealing with it, but the six minotaurs need to be distracted to greet him.

Not good!

If one is not careful, a bull-headed striker will break away from the herd and attack the nearby wither.

There was no way, the figure of the sword soul flashed, and it was forced to block the way of the bull head striker.

-200

A damage number floats from the top of the sword soul's head, and the sword soul's blood volume as high as 4000 will make this damage not worth mentioning, but it can't stand up to many times.

These elite monsters also have some brains, and it seems that the conscious sword soul is intercepting them, so they all crash towards the wither.

"You're a little farther away!"

But it didn't work, the Minotaur still rushed over when he found an opportunity, and the constant long-distance distance also slowed down the kill efficiency of the wither, not to mention that the elite monster itself would self-heal.

Originally, I was afraid that if I couldn't hold on, I would be able to let the wither go to the top, and I had some respite, but now it seems to be getting harder and harder.

Groves in the distance

"Little sunspot, help me!"

It was the voice of the passing light, and it seemed that he was in trouble, but the response was:

"What do you call me?!"

The sound of killing in the night was like a volcanic eruption.

Li Lingfeng called it like this, he was a little afraid to say it, but he also dared to call it that?

Immediately after that, there was a series of fluffy sounds, and I don't know if it was a passing light or a minotaur.

Time was slowly passing, Li Lingfeng's face began to have some sweat drops, it was getting harder and harder, these bull-headed forwards slammed into the withering one by one, and now the withering was hundreds of meters away from him, and his blood volume was almost half left.

"How much health is left!"

Li Lingfeng asked.

"Five minutes, five more minutes will be solved."

Withered, she's done everything she can to kill the bull-headed striker.

grove

"Little Black......

"You're still screaming!"

Suddenly, the night search broke out again as before.

Although some nicknames are called for the first time, they are inexplicably familiar, and they go deep into the soul, and the 'little black man' may be like this for the passing light, whether it is intentional or not, but it seems that the night hunt cannot be shaken off.

"Little Heizi, if you have that kung fu, you will pull away a bull-headed striker again!"

Hearing the fluffy sound of the grove, Li Lingfeng also shouted.

'Little Black' Stone Hammer!

Speechless!

But you can feel a terrifying power in the grove accumulating, and then ......

"I'm not a little sunspot!"

The sound of the explosion even drowned out the roar of the bull-headed striker, and the whole jungle seemed to tremble, and then a figure rushed towards the withering like lightning.

Incise!

Double-edged cross-slash towards the bull-headed striker.

Rumble!

The bull-headed striker slammed to the ground, turned into pieces, and was directly decapitated.

Li Lingfeng and Withering were stunned, the player could have exploded with anger like this!

"Help!"

The light in the woods let out an exclamation, and the night searched and ran away, leaving behind three bull-headed forwards, and he could not stop them alone.