Following the faint sound of the piano, Sherlock quickly locked down their position in the vast sea of fish.

The distance is not far, but the small monsters that stop between the two sides are extremely dense, and there is even a commander who is eyeing him, and it is unrealistic to rush over directly.

"Jinping!"

Soon, a huge current of water answered his call, and it was thrown like a wave from the sky into the strange pile in front of him.

Over-the-shoulder fall!

Another second-order skill of Jinping is a water-elemental enhanced version of the Monk's over-the-shoulder skill, which has a pretty good effect on enemies in a straight line.

The huge column of water slammed down, and even if it didn't hit directly, the waves of water that rushed after hitting the ground could push all the creatures in its path away.

The attack distance of the sea current over the shoulder fall is very long, and even Hui Feng and the others, who have been hiding behind, are affected by the effect of the spell.

Except for Little White Face, the other three were trying their best to resist the impact of the waves, trying to keep their bodies balanced.

Especially Hui Feng, his handsome face was full of uneasiness.

Because his attributes are all focused on the three points of intellectual charm and perception, it is difficult to cope with this situation without sufficient strength and agility, and the body may be washed away if he is not careful.

No, no, Hui Feng quickly denied this reason in his mind, and this uneasiness seemed to stem more from his fear of water.

But why does he have such a fear of water......

"I'm sorry!" A whisper suddenly sounded in his ears, and in a flash of inspiration, he thought of the true source of this uneasiness.

It is not the water that he fears, but the people who hide in it.

Sherlock's fusion into the water left an extremely deep impression on his heart, so much so that when encountering such a similar environment, his battle instincts wanted to warn him, so he subconsciously conveyed this uneasiness.

But it was too late to think about it now, and with two sharp pains in his neck, his consciousness was already out of the game.

Sherlock withdrew his swords, rejoicing in his bold attempt.

So far, no druid has tried to directly integrate into other people's skills, and he doesn't know what crazy he smoked this time, and when he saw the water flying by, he subconsciously got into it.

Needless to say, as just happened, he successfully killed the person on the team who worried him the most.

In fact, choosing to take back the wind is also a last resort, this Temorrah believer always has some unexpected performances in times of crisis, and abilities such as fate are even more unguardable.

If you don't solve him first, no one can say what variables will appear in the next battle.

While!

Sherlock's scimitar rested across his chest, and the oncoming dagger was blocked.

After a few days, the clouds have become more and more comfortable with the control of shadow forms.

In this form, his body is completely made of shadows, and theoretically he can do many movements that a human form cannot.

However, when he fought the Demon Son Xsosai before, it is estimated that he had just obtained this ability, and he still retained the combat habits of humans when fighting, wasting the variability of this form in vain.

Now I don't know if someone taught him or if he realized it himself, although his body can barely see the shadow of a human being, but he no longer sees himself as a human being.

The shadow body that arbitrarily extends and degenerates with the black short sword, the attack is extremely fast and weird, and ordinary people probably don't even know where they were hit.

Sherlock can barely parry one or two with his dual-wielding weapons and extraordinary agility, and after a long time, he may be able to adapt to the opponent's attack and take the opportunity to find a flaw in the counterattack.

But now it's not a ring competition but a group fight, Fuyun is the first to react, and the rest of the Shahua fishmen over there have also recovered from the shoulder fall from the sea just now, and he can't afford to delay.

With a flick of his sword, he swept away the shadow with the damage, and he leaped backwards with all his might.

He wanted to distance himself, but the clouds wouldn't give him this chance, and below the shadow, he could clearly see something like two legs swinging rapidly.

As soon as the black afterimage slashed by, the thief had already run behind him, and then the whole person rushed straight up like a cannonball.

Sherlock is strong and skilled, but the rules of this world still can't be violated.

For example, he can't borrow his strength in mid-air, no matter how strong his strength is, no matter how high his agility is, it is still difficult to make any big moves, and he can't help but be a little more afraid of the menacing blow of Fuyun.

At this time, he missed his Arashi so much, and with its air support, the situation would definitely not be as embarrassing as it is now.

The dark shadow passed in front of his eyes, but the expected attack did not come, but when he tried to look up to find the other person's figure, he received a heavy blow in the back.

Bang!

Sherlock's body slammed into the ground, and his first thought was whether to stand up immediately, let alone howl to vent his pain, but to immediately change his form.

A ball of cotton wool grew from behind him and swelled wildly, almost with a single breath, forming a large ball of cotton that enveloped his whole body.

Then in the next second, dozens of swords and tridents stabbed at him together, stabbing him into a hedgehog.

269% armor bonus, 18+ 5% of max health per attack healed.

The damage didn't exceed his healing amount, and at any one time, the Wind Elf's cotton defense was enough to resist any number of attacks.

This can last for nearly three minutes, but the effect can only be applied once to the same target within 7 seconds.

With so many mobs and a few players in the clouds, Sherlock was completely unsure that he would be able to resist the next round of attacks.

Just as he hesitated to change back into his half-cat form and roam away with the shadow at the bottom of the box, the ground beneath his body suddenly changed.

Feeling the abundant water element, he had already guessed what would happen, and the cotton wool receded, and a blue skin took its place.

"Turn soil into water!"

With a chant from Celine, circles of spell fluctuations emanated from the longsword she had plunged into the ground.

The dirt of the place where the magic passed turned into clear water in an instant, and soon, a large area of land in the fan-shaped area in front of her turned into a small lake.

The sound of puff and puff came one after another, and the three of them, Sawa Fish Man and Floating Cloud, fell into the water one after another, and Sherlock also took the opportunity to merge into the water.