The bloodline of the Mandela family is good, there are some strong people above level 50 in the family, and Mandela VII himself is a warrior with good strength, if he also participates in the battle, maybe the brave side will not dare to say that he can win nine out of ten. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The only way to blame for this is that Mandela VII was a king, and he needed to wear a robe and crown every day in court and parliament, and it was impossible to wear armor with limited mobility all the time. And as far as today's incident is concerned, he thought that he had won the battle and did not need to use a knife or a gun at all, so he would become the biggest burden in the battle.

Knights don't know magic, and the object of Mandela VII's call is naturally three magicians, including Sam Biles. But they're not having a good time! Regardless of whether they were willing to die with the brave or not, one of the attendant magicians was beaten by the sword saint Ye Zhibin with the momentum of the wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the other attendant magician was attacked by the ghost king Sun Chengfang and the fighting king Zhang Yang from far and near, looking even more incapable than the former. You let them cast magic, how can they have that American time?

Among the three Great Wizards, only Sam Byers, the highest-ranking and best-equipped, still had a surplus of action, but before he could make up his mind to bury himself underground, Su Xiao's epic dagger Shadow Fury had already poked out of the void, "Snort! A thud pierced his neck!

Stealth Crit's throat cutting and bloodletting! Stuffy stick vertigo strong control! The violent output of the back blow to the heart and the back to smash the corpse is fired together, and then a cursed arrow is added - who would have thought that a level 61 great wizard wearing an epic suit would be killed by a level 50 thief without even having a chance to resist!

The king and his party of six people, one huddled in the corner, one died violently, and four were brutally suppressed, how could there be any room for resistance?

When death came, Mandela VII didn't care about any shame, took off his robe and golden crown, and planned to change into armor and long swords to fight to the death with the brave! As soon as he took off his essence, Su Xiao held a level 40 epic crossbow scientific syringe and shot him with a potion.

For those who have jobs, the potion in the scientific syringe is like a poisoned short arrow, at best, it deals damage and attaches some negative effects of slowing down and restraining. But for the unemployed, to be precise, it should be for Mandela VII in peace mode, the potion in the scientific syringe is comparable to diluted concentrated sulfuric acid!

Su Xiao had never used a scientific syringe on ordinary people, so he didn't expect that as soon as the potion got on Mandela VII's skin, the strong corrosive acid would immediately show the power of chemical weapons! I saw a thick smoke full of scorching smell drifting by, and poor Mandela VII was instantly a blur of flesh and blood from his face to his shoulders! The terrifying burning pain made him unable to lift his hands, and he was still wearing a hairy armor in this state!

"I'm grass, you're so poisonous!" Lin Yafeng was not there, and Zhang Yizheng, who was standing on the side and doing nothing, took the initiative to take on the task of spitting out.

"Poison you are paralyzed!" Su Xiao pointed the scientific syringe at Mandela VII, and then turned back to the others and said, "I have been killed and wounded, can you do it, can you end the battle quickly?" ”

In the underground melee, who would dare to use a wide range of explosion skills unless they actively begged for death like Mandela VII? Sword ghosts don't dare to explode with rage, knights don't dare to use savage collisions, ice magic doesn't dare to use ice iron arms, and fighting kings don't dare to burst with fighting spirit, not to mention Wu Zhe's dragon gift, Ye Zhibin's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect and Zhang Yang's Extradimensional Laser Cannon, this kind of output environment is naturally unpleasant. Especially An Wenjing, the size of the giant sword after skill enhancement is so amazing that she doesn't even dare to use the sword and shield in one.

Having said that, the reason why masters are called masters is because of their outrageously stable and high-level operations! Although the level of level and equipment was slightly behind, with more fights and less fighting, and Su Xiao and Zhang Yizheng assisting from the side, in less than a minute, the two great magic guides were killed one after another, and in less than two and a half minutes, the two knights also fell to the ground heavily.

At this point, the brave side won a great victory with zero injuries, and the king's side was left with only the stunted seedling of Mandela VII.

"Do you know where our gap is?" Su Xiao walked to the wall and looked down at Mandela VII in a wall-banging posture, making others mistakenly think that he was going to pee on top of the king's head, "Do you know what it means to be virtuous and unjust?" I don't think you'll understand this until you die. Although I have never believed in the invincibility of evil, I have always believed in one word called karma! You are not a good thing in your bones, so naturally you will not end well, and everything that happened today is your own fault! ”

When death came, Mandela VII, whose face was already hideous and ugly, was extremely tough, and said in a voice that trembled with pain: "Becoming a king and losing to you, I admit it, and if you have a kind, give me a good time!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, he's still a hard bone?" Ding Yu smiled ruffianly and said: "Brothers and sisters, I have no choice but to do anything about this kind of unyielding guy, if any of you want to start, I will definitely not rob you." ”

Among the nine people present, if you want to say who hates the most, it is estimated that it is An Wenjing, who has been insulted from body to spirit. But before she could speak, she heard Su Xiao preemptively say: "You are the king, and your death is likely to cause chaos in the entire country." We are different from you, even if we hate you to the core, we will not kill innocents recklessly! ”

Hearing Su Xiao say this, several other people frowned one after another--You kid shouldn't let him go, right?

Sure enough, as soon as they thought about it, they saw Su Xiao step aside to make way for Mandela VII. "10 seconds! As long as you can get out of the cell within 10 seconds, I swear on behalf of all the brave that I will never hunt you down. Therefore, leave your life and death to your greatest God of Light. ”

"Is that true?" I thought that I would definitely die, but I didn't expect that I would be able to survive in a desperate situation, Mandela VII was overjoyed, and even the pain of the burns on his body seemed to be weakened by seventy or eighty!

"The polygraph crystal ball doesn't glow, don't you think?" Su Xiao pointed to the polygraph crystal ball at the top of the pole in the middle of the ten wooden stake crosses, and said righteously: "When I shout, you can run, run as fast as possible, don't look back, and wish you good luck." So...... Ready to go! ”

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, survival is the most basic need of all human needs.

At the moment when Su Xiao chanted the beginning, the dopamine, endorphins, and adrenaline in Mandela VII's body soared at the same time, and at this moment, he was like Bolt alive and Jordan possessed!

The nine people present knew that 10 seconds was definitely a delicate number if it was to get out of the dungeon around the cross. However, Mandela VII jumped over the cross with a height of nearly 2 meters with a big jump, followed by another big jump from the cross where Su Xiao was originally tied! It is estimated that even he himself could not have imagined that he would have such an inhuman super-level performance. If it was such a speed, let alone 10 seconds, maybe he would be able to stand outside the cell and make faces at Su Xiao and the others in 6 or 7 seconds!

Although Su Xiao specifically said to Mandela VII, "Don't look back", on the way to the second jump, he still reflexively glanced back, and sure enough, he found that the group of brave men were still standing in place and looking at him with a confused expression. Although he couldn't figure out why Lin Yafeng was still hanging motionless on the cross, but the gate of heaven was close at hand, how could he think about those miscellaneous things?

In the blink of an eye, the door of the cell was already close at hand, and Mandela VII turned around and sneered: "Su Xiao, this round is won by this king!" ”

The silence on the brave side made Mandela VII extremely proud, but the moment he turned around, a big foot happened to kick him in the ugly face!

"Goal!" Su Xiao cheered: "Xiao Hei, well done!" ”

"Hmph, no matter how fast you run, can you be faster than your voice?" Sun Chengfang shook his head disdainfully--the gift of sound, sonic sprint!