"Devil May Cry!"

A powerful skill of the battle axe slashed at the injured right leg of the Turtle King again, blood splashed everywhere, and a big -500 suddenly appeared, and the bright red in the Turtle King's blood groove became less and less.

The paladin unhurriedly added blood to the tomahawk as his gaze moved tightly to the smooth eggs on the turtle king's tail.

The Turtle King didn't move, but kept rotating his body, so as to adjust the direction to release a breath attack at the battle axe, this attack obviously could not cause fatal damage to the battle axe, under the glimmer revival of the elf Mum and the holy light bath of the paladin, the health of the battle axe was never lower than eighty percent.

"Ice Trail!" Ye Feng suddenly spread an ice blanket on the sand again, and the fine ice cubes stood on the beach, even surrounding the turtle eggs, and the number of damage also appeared on the delicate and smooth turtle eggs.

－6，－6，－5，－6………

The same small string of damage numbers also emerged, and it had little effect, but the damage it did to the turtle eggs made the turtle king show an excited expression.

———Whew!

With a long hiss, the breath of the rainbow shot straight in, but Ye Feng, as early as a few tenths of a second ago, had moved his steps in advance, and in just a moment, when the aura was about to impact, Ye Feng's figure had just moved outside the killing range.

"Devil May Cry!"

The Turtle King's attention shifted to Ye Feng, and the battle axe suddenly lost its pressure, and another powerful skill slammed into it.

"There are about 2,500 HP left!"

Ye Feng began to move his feet, slowly turning around with the Turtle King, while he gradually approached in the direction of the turtle egg.

10 meters, 9 meters, 8 meters.........

Seeing Ye Feng slowly approaching the turtle egg, the paladin immediately became nervous, and finally, he also stopped treating the battle axe and also approached the direction of the turtle egg.

The remaining dozen or so hard-shelled turtles were randomly looking for the three of them as targets, swarming and biting, fortunately, the speed of the hard-shell turtles was originally slow, as long as they were not completely surrounded and their steps were more agile, they could avoid their attacks.

Tomahawk frowned when he saw the behavior of his two teammates who did not want to die, but he still held his breath and continued to fight the turtle king.

The Turtle King's head was always moving in the direction of Ye Feng, but it was always only a millimeter different in time, and occasionally although it touched Ye Feng's body, it couldn't cause fatal damage.

"Earth Blaze!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous bang, and Qianmo unexpectedly released an earth flame that consumed extremely mana!

－1000！

The hard-shell Turtle King, whose defense was sharply reduced due to the rupture of the wound, was previously shaved by him with two normal attacks to nearly 200 HP, and now the total HP of the Turtle King is even less than 1500!

"Shimmer!" Ye Feng suddenly stopped, and a dazzling pillar of light fell with a bang, instantly smashing on the top of the Hard-shell Turtle King's head!

－525！

An attack that was not too precise to catch the time difference also exploded with 500+ numbers.

"Lines of Grace!"

Ye Feng's next magic turned into a blessing skill that greatly consumes MP but increases defense!

The Tomahawk Fighter also went berserk, and the boss's health was less than 1000 left!

One more skill, one more Earth Blaze!

Can't take any more pills, Qian Mo glanced at his magic power gauge, there was only the last trace of blue left, it was obviously unwise to use them up completely.

"Patience!"

Qian Mo swung his axe and began to carry out ordinary attacks.

Ye Feng quickened his pace, and in the next second, he completely approached the Turtle King.

The finely broken crimson staff was once again held in Ye Feng's hand.

The paladin stretched out his hand to the smooth and white turtle egg, the light milk color makes people feel kind and warm, if you sniff it lightly with your nose, there will even be a slight fishy smell with sand jerky, but it does not make people feel disgusting at all, the emotions it carries, only tranquility and kindness.

The paladin's hand had even touched the surface of the turtle's egg.

But the next moment, the unthinkable happened!

The Turtle King, who was about to hiss at Qianmo, turned his head as if he could sense it from the side, and opened his mouth to bite the paladin's hand!

"Damn!"

The paladin's reaction was surprisingly fast, and he completely retracted in an instant, but the turtle egg never touched.

"Shimmer!"

Ye Feng's light magic smashed perfectly at the same moment, a perfect time difference.

－700！

"Devil May Cry!"

Qian Mo's final outburst raised the giant axe again, and with just one wave, the bright red fighting spirit was like the rising sun, exuding a strong unrestrained atmosphere.

"You killed the Hardshell Turtle King, and you gain 2,800 XP! Fame +50! ”

"Your companion Qianmo killed the Hardshell Turtle King, and you gain 2,700 experience!"

"Your companion Qianmo killed the Hardshell Turtle King, and you gain 2400 XP!"

Three pieces of information to the effect are displayed on the window interface at the same time, but yes, as the last blow, Qianmo gains 50 reputation, while the others have different experience according to their level.

But what is a few hundred points of experience?

Dozens of items, large and small, burst out on the sand!

Turtle eggs! A blood-red scroll! A giant axe with a glow as hot as lava, as if it could even ignite a scroll near it at any moment.

The most conspicuous are obviously these three items, while the others, most of them, are potions of various levels of resistance.

As an ordinary player, it is obviously a difficult task to instantly pick out the most valuable ones among dozens of overlapping items, large and small.

But for Ye Feng, it may be as simple as eating and sleeping.

Ye Feng had forgotten a lot of things, but in his vague memory, he could always recall that when he was ten years old, when he wet a roll of drawings marked with large and small complex marks, he completely copied a new drawing half an hour later, relying only on the identification that he had glanced at before.

Memorizing, distinguishing, selecting, for Ye Feng, is like breathing, relaxed, free, smooth, and casual.

In the vast bright world, there are millions of items and props, but any kind of item that Ye Feng has ever seen a graphic or physical object will be firmly imprinted in his mind.

What has been forgotten, I can't remember.

But what I remember now, I will never forget!

From the pupil to the brain, and from the brain to the limbs, it will never take more than 0.1 seconds!

"You have the egg of hope! You get the final blast! ”

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