"It's a pity, if Second Master Mo and they can hold on for a while, maybe they will turn the tables around!"

"Who's to say it isn't!"

"There are more than 400 people, and they are back to the rhythm just now!"

"You say, does Huangquan still have the ability to turn the tables?"

"No, he was extinguished by a fire last time, although there are only more than 400 people now, and a fire can still kill him!"

"Depressed, it looks like you're going to lose!"

"Having said that, Second Master Mo, they are too violent, this is the power of the man, one knife down, nearly 20,000 points, it's terrifying to think about!"

"No matter how high it is, it's useless, if you can't bear it, you're blind!"

There was a voice of pity for Mo Shaojun in the audience.

As for the players who scolded Mo Shaojun just now that they were cowards, they had long forgotten about it, and they all changed their words, all the praises and the violence of the powerful were vividly interpreted by the three of Mo Shaojun.

It's a pity that no matter how violent the three of them are, they can't turn the tide, and they will still lose this game.

Bang bang bang......

The feather arrows kept falling on Huang Quan's body, and although they did no harm, they blocked Huang Quan's progress.

This is a basic attack.

After the basic attack, it is the skill fire.

It's not.

A few seconds passed.

Whoosh ......

A series of feathered arrows burning with magical flames landed on Huang Quan's body, and a series of hundreds of damage numbers popped out from above Huang Quan's head.

Not dead.

But death is not far away.

The blood bar, the remnant is almost zero.

"Come on, a few more fires will definitely kill him!"

"Die, die!"

"Destroy Huangquan, we are the strongest legion!"

"Shoot, shoot!"

Seeing the remnants of Huangquan's blood, the players of the Night Legion were boiling with blood, and their faces flushed, as if they were about to climax.

Unexpectedly.

Right in the next moment.

The shock is abrupt, not to mention the orgasm, it's good not to be scared.

Because, Huangquan added blood!

Swish!

The Transfiguration Blade switched to Felici's Guardian, and a Mengde Rejuvenation Spell was cast.

Then.

Woo Woo ......

Six dark green damage numbers popped up in a row.

“+16778！”

“+4074！”

“+9459！”

“+18918！”

“+18918！”

“+37836！”

Stupid.

People who see these six numbers are all stupid.

"Damn, what's the situation? Why are there so many numbers of reincarnation? ”

"Nima, six, it adds up to almost 100,000, right?"

"I'll take it, with this healing ability, as long as you don't die, won't you be invincible!"

"Hah, those guys in the dark are stupid!"

"It's not just a fool, I guess I want to kill myself!"

Suicide is not a problem.

However, looking at their expressions, they were obviously also frightened by Huang Quan's terrifying healing ability.

Six!

Nearly 100,000 healing amounts!

What a!

It's a trough where thousands of alpacas go hand in hand!

Huang Quan, happy.

Good luck.

The first healing number, that is, the health restored by the healing of the demon dragon, was set on fire, and naturally the healing of the demon dragon was triggered, one thousand six thousand each time, and I have long been used to it.

The second healing number, that is the immortal Xiaoqiang special effect of the Supreme Demon Body, because of the residual blood, the recovery ability has soared, and it has directly returned to more than 4,000 points.

As for the remaining four healing numbers, it depends on the Mengde Rejuvenation Spell, the lucky god of the third-order special effect is triggered, or the strongest four consecutive hits, four Mengde Rejuvenation Spells, a total of eight times the basic healing effect.

With such a superposition, in the end, nearly 100,000 healing amounts were added, not to mention that Huang Quan's upper limit of more than 40,000 health points was added, even if it was doubled, it could still be filled.

Terrifying max health.

Add to that the terrifying amount of healing.

If this rhythm continues, even if the sensitive men of the Night Legion are allowed to shoot for a hundred years, they will not be able to shoot Huangquan to death.

Gao Ming apparently discovered this as well.

It's not that it can't be helped.

There are more than 400 people left in the Night Legion.

"The members of the original first echelon continue to keep the concentrated fire attacking!"

"The members of the remaining echelons pause the attack!"

Not again!

It's the rhythm of the skill set fire again.

Seeing that the firepower of the Night Legion had plummeted, Huang Quan was also aware of this, but he was helpless.

Although more than half of the players of the Night Legion have been wiped out, there are still more than 400 people left, and there are still dozens of people in this first echelon, and dozens of people can still set fire together, and they can still nail Huangquan in place, and they can only watch the remaining sensitive people of the Night Legion complete the preparation for the fire.

"Second echelon, fire!"

"Third echelon, fire!"

"Fourth echelon ......"

With a wave of Gao Ming's big hand, the sensitive ones of the Dark Night Legion began to brew before the fire, just like a particle cannon is being charged, as long as it is given enough time, as long as these sensitive people accumulate enough times, when the time comes, the skills of more than 300 people will be fired, and it will be a killing blow to meet Huangquan!

This scene is all too familiar.

The spectators who have been following this game have also noticed this, and for a while, shouting, roaring, praying, ecstasy, and so on.

"Hurry up and find a way, if you continue like this, you will definitely lose!"

"Huang Quan, hurry up and stage a miracle!"

"Die, bastard, die!"

"You must destroy Huangquan, you must kill him......"

Will there be a way?

Huangquan was still nailed to the spot, without the power to resist.

One second.

Four seconds.

Seven seconds.

It's time!

Particle Cannon, fully charged!

Whoosh ......

The feathered arrows burning with magical light in the sky shot towards the Yellow Spring.

The Night Legion's skill has arrived.

Those players who supported Huangquan couldn't bear to see this tragedy and closed their eyes in despair.

Those players who were hostile to Huang Quan widened their eyes excitedly, waiting for the scene of Huang Quan's death.

The next moment.

Rumble!

“-206！”

“-307！”

“-275！”

“……”

A series of damage numbers burst out of Huang Quan's head, directly out of the player's line of sight.

Three hundred skills!

Accumulate nearly 100,000 points of damage!

Poof.

Huang Quan fell to the ground.

He's dead!

Huang Quan, dead again!

The cheers resounded through the underground cave.

"Wow ha, win, we win!"

"Destroy this bastard!"

"Depressed, in order to kill this guy, half of our brothers died!"

"Die and die, it's an activity anyway, and you won't be punished by death!"

"That's it, no matter what, we've destroyed the Yellow Spring after all!"

"He's not going to jump up again, is he?"

"Impossible! They're all dead, the game is over, we've won! ”

Did you really win?

Gao Ming's heart chuckled.

Accidents, appeared.

Obviously, all the members of the Farewell Clan are dead.

It's clear that the game is over.

However, the system did not pop up a prompt that the match was over.

The game is not over!