Feeling the annoyance of a group of 'little bugs' in front of him, the fire demon was overwhelmed with irritability, and it became more and more angry, and the scimitar in his hand ignited a thin red blue flame, which was real, and it was faster than a knife, slashing at the drunkard's shield.

The drunkard had a word of suffering, and the sheer force attached to the scimitar caused a slight crack in the ground on which his boots had stomped. His blood volume dropped one by one, and even if Feng Nanming and others continued to treat, they couldn't recover it.

He didn't hesitate, a clear light flashed on his shield, and another damage reduction skill was activated. His body suddenly sank, and his crumbling body slowly stabilized.

Wu Qi was secretly nervous in his heart, the fire demon was not like a boss that could be attacked at this stage, just like an intelligent NPC, the pace and knife skills were decent, which made everyone have a kind of idea of facing real people.

Thankfully, it also relies on system hatred determination. Wu Qi slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the fire demon ignored the system's hatred setting and killed these mages first, this game would be unplayable.

At this moment, as if tired of such a stalemate, the fire demon roared, and the flames attached to the scimitar in his hand turned from red to indigo. It strode forward, slashing at the drunkard's shield.

Bang! Boom!

First, the footsteps broke through the ground, cracks like the sound of cobwebs, and then where the scimitar and shield intersected, a glaring metal spark rubbed out.

The drunkard's originally stable posture suddenly broke, like a meteor, and was knocked out, and an obvious crack cracked out of his shield!

Worst!

Wu Qi and the drunkard secretly said in their hearts. The two of them said in unison: "Potion, take over hatred!" ”

Although the azure potion is a sub-T, he has followed the studio strategy boss more than a hundred times, and he has long known what he should do. Previously, he had been immersed in output, and several skills that attracted hatred came out one after another, firmly occupying the second position on the hatred list.

Seeing that the drunkard was chopped out, with only a little residual blood left, the fire demon didn't give an inch, and was about to move forward.

Taunt! The skill that the potion has been earning tightly, the hatred quickly surpassed the drunkard who was originally in the first place, and he was afraid that the hatred was not enough, so he cut and slashed and threw it out one after another.

The flame demon's unstoppable figure froze forward, its red, bloody eyes flashing a hint of struggle. It looked at the dying drunkard, at the 'little bug' that kept outputting and causing him pain, and finally turned its head to look at the blue potion, another guy who couldn't help but get annoyed!

His eyes were filled with blood-colored red, and the scimitar in his hand was raised high and slashed at the potion.

The drunkard, who had escaped a single life with his blood, seized the time to recover his health and kept his eyes on the battle. Whether it's potions or a big bowl of intestines, they can't stop it for long, and they can only recover as soon as possible!

The azure potion and the large bowl of intestines gave the drunkard a minute to recover, and by this time the amount of blood had recovered. The drunkard joins the battle with a shield that still has cracks left on it from the battle.

It seems that after this incident, we will have to change the shield, and I hope this fire demon can burst out with a good shield.

While thinking, the drunkard silently outputs, accumulating hatred.

After several of his hate-attracting skills were shot one after another, his hatred ranking finally surpassed the potion and ranked second, under the big bowl of anti-monster and intestines.

"Brother drunkard! I can't take it anymore! The big bowl and the fat body had to retreat a little bit in the face of the Yan Demon's approach, his face was flushed, the fat on his face couldn't help trembling, and the amount of blood was cut off.

The drunkard nodded, took a deep breath, and the skill leveling slashed out smoothly, smoothly snatching the hatred of the fire demon.

In front of him, he looked at the surrounding halls. They had already descended from the high platform, all the way back, the palace was in a mess, the earth was flying, and the solemn and gorgeous appearance of the previous was long gone.

Five minutes have passed since the fire demon descended from the high platform and began to attack, and once again the drunkard took over the hatred and began to fight the monster.

And Wu Qi and the others have never relaxed their output during this time, Wu Qi's scorching flame and burning hand shot one after another, and Lin Hao's painful whipping in his hand plus the proud skill of the destruction warlock - the flame of destruction one after another. The drunkard stood on the side of the fire demon, the flames on the big sword rolled, the flames slashed, slashed, and slashed, the momentum was magnificent, and the thieves relied on stealth to hide from time to time, chiseling, deboning, bleeding, and their skills were like flowing water in their peers······

The Fire Demon still has about 5,000 HP left!

The battle continues!

5000！ 4000！ 3000！

Wu Qi and other mages have already knocked out the instantaneous recovery magic potion, and the long-term uninterrupted output is too powerful for the mages at this stage to be sustainable.

One by one, the drunkard's damage reduction skills lit up, and he entered the CD one after another, and when the blood volume bottomed out, he simply drank the instantaneous potion, still carrying the attack of the fire demon.

The cracks in his shield are becoming more and more obvious, the scimitar hits the shield, and even the sound of clicking and clicking can be heard, the shield is almost deformed, and even if it is taken back for repair, the quality will be greatly reduced.

2500！ 1500！

MT had already been replaced with a potion, and he was in full condition, even if the fire demon did good damage, it would be difficult to get rid of him in seconds.

"Abominable humans, you have provoked the mighty Lord Theon, bear the wrath of Lord Theon!"

The Fire Demon felt that it was getting weaker and weaker, but the 'weak' humans around it were difficult to take it down, and it finally decided to burst out of its strength, although in the hands of the passage through the underground world to the surface, its strength was greatly reduced, but the powerful Lord Seon was not something that a small human could defeat!

Its innate bloodline skill burst out, and the flames that had soaked its entire body suddenly skyrocketed, and the fire demon seemed to be shrouded in red and blue flames.

Roar! Flames erupt!

The demonic flames erupted like a blast of wind, destroying withering and decaying. The demonic flame was red and indigo, and the aura of evil and darkness permeated it, and the tongue of fire rolled violently, licking everything.

Withdraw! Withdraw! Withdraw!

Wu Qi's pupils constricted, he didn't want to think about it, his body retreated violently, but the flames burned everywhere, stained everywhere, filled the eyeballs, where could he escape?

The demonic flame was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, contaminating Wu Qi's body. Strings of damage jumped up from the head one after another, and the damage was not high, less than five points.

What's going on? How could Firefiend's skill damage be so low?

Wu Qi frowned and looked around, still discovering the reason - the Demon Flame damage continued to lose blood according to the percentage, five percent at a time, even the thickest blood of the shield battle drunkard.

20 seconds of time? Wu Qi squinted his eyes, and the output continued, but the blood volume of the Flame Demon was still more than a thousand, even if he worked together, it would take a minute, where was the time?